Chaoyangmen, Qingshan Market Pier.
Water transportation directly connects to the dock of Yingtianhuang City, and it is also an extremely important cargo distribution center for Yingtian.
Therefore, it has always been the most chaotic place in Yingtian.
There are all three religions and nine streams.
They range from officials and dignitaries to street gangsters.
And Zhao Ding naturally had his own considerations in choosing this place.
It doesn’t mean that as long as you don’t die or become disabled, that’s fine.
Then stick to the bottom line!
Just don’t die or be disabled!
Zhao Ding and he had just arrived here, and before they even got off the sedan, Zhao Qingzhan heard the strange yet familiar cries.
The reason why it is called strange yet familiar.
That's because although Zhao Qingzhan grew up in Yingtian, he has never left the palace. Every time he left the palace, he basically went to the Imperial College to study, and he was always accompanied by guards.
It's almost impossible to get here.
Zhao Chongyuan never let him come here.
And the reason why he was familiar with it was because he, Zhao Qingzhan, played these games of pretending to be a market person with the group of young eunuchs in the palace when he had nothing to do.
"Uncle Emperor, you actually brought me here?"
Looking at the noise of people coming and going on the Qingshan Pier in front of me, as well as the small businessmen and hawkers passing by, and the beggars begging along the roadside.
Zhao Qingzhan frowned at first, and then his face was filled with unprecedented ecstasy.
I almost jumped up with excitement.
How many years.
How many years!
He, Zhao Qingzhan, finally came to this place that haunted him.
Is there any place in Yingtian that is more interesting than Qingshan Pier?
Is there any place where he can feel more free?
Is there any place more full of market atmosphere than Qingshan Pier?
That's obviously not the case!
Absolutely not!
Not at all!
Although it is almost late autumn, the temperature these days has not been low at all.
The Qingshan Pier was even more lively.
The sounds of hawking, the sounds of selling goods, and the sounds of urging people to move goods are endless.
Those stickmen who were begging for food at the pier and were shirtless to carry goods to better dissipate heat. When they walked around, in addition to the smell of dust on the pavement, there was also a lot of sweat that smelled like they hadn't showered in many days.
Smelling this scent, Zhao Qingzhan not only did not feel any discomfort, but also enjoyed it extremely.
I almost couldn't help but cheer.
This is much more interesting than the boring place he was in the Wenhua Palace.
Zhao Ding looked at Zhao Qingzhan with a smile: "Do you feel a little cordial? Don't you often play with the little eunuchs in the palace?
Uncle Jiu, how about the place I picked for you today? "
"Okay, that's great. Uncle Jiu, I know you love me the most!"
Zhao Qingzhan looked so excited that he almost hugged Zhao Ding and gnawed wildly.
Of course, he also had this idea, but he was pushed back by Zhao Ding's hand.
Sorry, no gay, goodbye!
I hope you'll still be this excited later.
Zhao Ding grinned.
To be honest, he felt a little distressed for this nephew. After all, his father passed away at a young age, and his mother also passed away not two years after his father's death.
Basically, he grew up with his grandmother, Queen Ma, and because of his status, he was appointed as the crown prince by Zhao Chongyuan when he was still young.
Therefore, he is full of a rebellious character.
But in terms of nature, Zhao Qingzhan is not bad at all, he is just a little naive. Unfortunately, he is in the Daqian royal family. This kind of character, which is rare in the homes of ordinary people, is the biggest drawback for the royal family.
So Zhao Ding's idea today is very simple, which is to help his eldest nephew experience the sufferings of the people.
"Take it away?"
Zhao Ding raised his eyebrows.
"Let's go! Let's go!"
Zhao Qingzhan looked at Zhao Ding impatiently.
After getting off the sedan, he pulled Zhao Ding and rushed towards Qingshan Pier impatiently.
But before he took two steps, he was pulled back by Zhao Ding.
"Are you going just like that?"
Zhao Ding looked at Zhao Qingzhan sideways and pointed at the eunuch uniform that Zhao Qingzhan wore when he left the palace.
"Forehead...."
Zhao Qingzhan immediately scratched his scalp in embarrassment and sneered: "Uncle Jiu, am I inexperienced?"
Ah!
Zhao Ding laughed loudly, turned around and shouted behind him: "Zhang San!"
"have!"
Zhang San immediately shouted.
Then he quickly ran back to the side of the black horse he was riding. From the sack hanging next to the horse, he took out a linen garment, a pair of straw sandals, and a wooden hairpin and handed them over.
A pungent sour smell immediately hit my face.
Zhao Qingzhan pinched his nose instinctively and looked at Zhao Ding with a look of disgust: "Uncle Jiu, it's been so long since I washed it. It's all gone rancid, and it's so tattered. How can I wear it?"
"How to wear it? Just wear it like this!"
Zhao Ding pointed at the stickmen on the dock who were constantly carrying goods from the cargo ship under the urging of the servants, especially the linen clothes and straw sandals they were wearing in the same style as Zhao Qingzhan.
Many of them even don't even have a decent pair of straw sandals.
"this...."
Looking at this scene, Zhao Qingzhan suddenly became speechless.
He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say at all.
With his knowledge, it was unimaginable that there were people in this world who didn't have shoes, not even a pair of straw sandals.
"I wear!"
After a long while, Zhao Qingzhan gritted his teeth and directly took the linen clothes that Zhang San handed over, which were full of patches and rancid smell.
Although the smell was extremely unpleasant, it still passed on.
By the way, he also took off his silk underwear and wore linen clothes and straw sandals like the stickmen.
But as soon as I put it on, that strange feeling came over me instantly.
There is an itching feeling all over my body.
"Uncle Jiu, what is this?"
Zhao Qingzhan couldn't help but scratch his whole body, and at the same time he couldn't help complaining to Zhao Ding with some dissatisfaction.
"Flea, and you can understand skin allergies."
Zhao Ding explained, casually grabbing a flea that jumped out of Zhao Qingzhan's body and strangling it to death, then threw it aside as if nothing had happened.
Looking at this scene, Zhao Qingzhan suddenly felt a hint of disgust in his heart.
flea?
What a disgusting thing.
As for the skin allergy at the back, it was somewhat beyond his understanding.
"Are you backing down?"
Zhao Ding snorted.
However, Zhao Ding was not surprised at all by the look on Zhao Qingzhan's face.
After all, he is the crown prince, so he is accustomed to fine clothes and fine food.
How could it be possible to experience it.
This feeling of not having hot water for bathing for half a year.
How can you experience the feeling of not being able to even afford a decent piece of clothing with a month's salary?
How can you experience the feeling of being torn and sewn again and again, mended again and again, but you just can’t bear to throw them away.
"Why should I back down? I'm here to experience the suffering of the people!"
Although he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart, Zhao Qingzhan still suppressed his blush, rubbed his neck, and said forcefully.
"Good boy, you are worthy!"
Zhao Ding glanced at Zhao Qingzhan with satisfaction and patted the latter's shoulder.
"Remember, as an official, you cannot understand the suffering of the people. This is the biggest failure of an official. And you are the crown prince of my Dagan, so you should naturally understand the suffering of the grassroots better so that you can benefit Dagan in the future."
"But Uncle Nine, didn't they say that Grandpa Huang wants to help you become the crown prince?"
Zhao Qingzhan looked at Zhao Ding a little aggrievedly.
"I'm not interested in that stuff. If you do well, I will naturally give it to Uncle Jiu. But if you don't do well, I will naturally snatch it from Uncle Ninth."
Speaking of this, Zhao Ding's tone was rare and serious.
Listening to Zhao Ding's words, Zhao Qingzhan didn't know whether he understood or not. He touched his head and said after a long while: "Actually, if Uncle Jiu is willing, I can let you do it, because I feel that you are better than me." I am more suitable for this position, even you than my father..."
"Okay, stop talking, it's rotten in the stomach."
Before Zhao Qingzhan could finish speaking, Zhao Ding raised his hand to interrupt what Zhao Qingzhan was about to say.
"Your father is my eldest brother, and he will be his eldest brother for life. You are my nephew, and he will be his nephew for life. Do your best, Uncle Jiu believes in you."
Zhao Ding patted Zhao Qingzhan on the shoulder.
Then he walked towards Qingshan Pier in the distance.
Looking at Zhao Ding's leaving figure, Zhao Qingzhan stood there muttering, with a complicated look on his delicate face, and a mist gradually appeared in his eyes.
In the past few days, there were rumors everywhere in the palace that his grandpa wanted to leave the position of crown prince to his ninth uncle.
There are also rumors everywhere that Zhao Qingzhan is going to be deposed.
Even the little girl who used to be extremely kind to him has become much colder to him these days. ,
He even instigated his younger brother to stop interacting with him.
Zhao Qingzhan understands all this.
Royal!
The deposed crown prince is the most worthless person!
Arrive at Qingshan Pier.
Zhao Ding stood outside the pier and ordered Zhang San: "Go inside the pier and call the leader of this pier."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Zhang San responded with a shout.
Then he walked toward the dock.
Spotting a man who was sleeping on the dock with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks like a little boss, Zhang San kicked him directly, looking like a bully, and shouted to the man: "Go kill your boss." If you call him over, just say that my king... Young Master calls him."
"Hey, yes, yes."
After being kicked like this by Zhang San, and looking at Zhang San, he looked like a practicing figure. The middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks who was just about to get angry suddenly showed a flattering smile on his face.
After nodding to Zhang San, he quickly ran towards the dock.
Not long after, a middle-aged man with a fat belly and a round waist, who looked like a rich man wearing a high hat, was brought out from the pier by this middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
Seeing Zhao Ding dressed like a rich man, and looking at Zhang San, his whole body revealed the aura of a practicing man.
This middle-aged man with a shiny face and a kind face suddenly smiled flatteringly: "Sir, what do you want to do with me?"
Zhao Ding casually pushed Zhao Qingzhan out behind him: "I'll sell this guy to you for ten coppers. Let him do whatever you want. Just don't kill or maim him."
PS: Brothers, I don’t want to be mentally exhausted. The reason for the slow update is because I have been worrying about gains and losses. I am afraid that you will not be satisfied with the plot or find it embarrassing when I write it down. So I ponder and think about each plot over and over again. , I have considered it, but this is really tiring, and it is also a serious mental drain on myself. I have constant self-doubt and can easily become depressed.
But now I think about it, I want to write the story I want to write.
I also want to write some flesh-and-blood characters, rather than a stereotyped story of life and death for imperial power. I even hope to write about a royal family that takes into account family ties and shares weal and woe on the basis of the struggle for imperial power.
So the male protagonist may make some people think that the Holy Mother is the Holy Mother. I just want to write about a flesh-and-blood person, more real people and things, not the kind of Long Aotian-style male protagonist.
At the same time, I would also like to thank you all for your company. Even though I am such a scumbag, I still follow it every day. Thank you all for your support.
Here, I can only say that I will devote 120% of my energy to writing this book well and make each character more flesh-and-blood.
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