si-mexico Chapter 337 Disappointment
Chapter 337 Disappointment
Zhou Qinghe stood by and heard clearly what the official said to the people.
The common people only have one life, but it is enough for many officials to make money from it.
After being exploited at every level, these officials who did odd jobs could not get any benefits, so they had to find ways to take advantage of the people. Not far from the poor was the city's largest street of prostitution.
Zhou Qinghe used to be a jerk, he went everywhere, even to the Nanfeng Pavilion. Of course he also went to the brothel, he didn't like that, he always felt disgusted, when he saw it he would think of his sanctimonious father, he regarded all the men who used sweet words to deceive women as horse shit and dog spit.
The rascal who took him to the brothel street was dragged out and beaten until his head was bleeding. The group of prostitutes he released thanked him for his kindness that day, but within three days, they said that they had hired a brothel next door to their original one and resumed their old business, even the eight-year-old girl to whom he gave money was no exception.
After that, he never came here again, so he never saw this poorhouse.
Now, looking at the officer's expression, his highly suggestive words and eyes, it is not difficult to see that he is a frequent visitor to that brothel street.
Many people were moved.
Zhou Qinghe even heard a mother pull her daughter aside and say that if the poorhouse didn't give any explanation within three days, she would be sent to the brothel. There would still be a way to survive in the brothel, but if she stayed in the poorhouse, she might really freeze to death.
Zhou Qinghe has always known that the world is not good because his father is not good enough.
He thought that compared with his father and third brother, who were all cysts, he could barely be considered a human being, but he didn't expect that he was just a human being.
He could not save them from the water and fire.
This is the place where the emperor lives, and the people are worried about being displaced. What about the remote places? Are they going to eat their own children?
As they were talking, in just a few words, the snow fell heavier and heavier. Zhou Qinghe held back his energy and helped them clear out the usable wood as quickly as possible.
He cannot reveal his identity. He can hardly protect himself now. Once his identity is exposed, this poor place, which is already in a difficult situation, may become a victim of officials' game.
I don’t know how many of these people can survive.
Is he cruel?
The snowflakes weren't cold, they were as cool as the water melting on his skin.
Most of the people around didn't know each other, and they just thought Zhou Qinghe was a poor guy living in a slum. Seeing how hard he worked, they couldn't help but work hard too.
A group of people used the wood they cleared to build a small shack, which couldn't accommodate many people and was even leaking.
Zhou Qinghe looked at the mother who had said before that she would wait three days before sending her daughter to the brothel street. She was nowhere to be seen and he was afraid that she had already passed away.
No one cared about the red stain on their clothes. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the wood. Those were the hope that could keep them alive.
Until the blood from Zhou Qinghe's body dripped down and created a small hole on the ground.
The people around him immediately scattered in surprise, and even the yamen runner who was squatting on the side to supervise the work looked over.
In the busy crowd, the guard who followed Zhou Qinghe all the way back shouted, "Your Highness, King Crane!"
Suddenly, the small place became noisy!
Countless people rushed over, men, women, young and old, stumbling and groaning. They kept shouting "His Royal Highness the Crane King" but didn't dare to look at him. They had done nothing wrong and were the victims of the heavy snow, but they were saying - "His Royal Highness, calm down."
How can he calm down?
Zhou Qinghe's face was as cold as ice. One of the guards quickly ran back to the palace. Zhao Fangyu arrived late in the carriage at this time.
The crowd automatically made way for the extremely precious princess to pass.
There are few bluestone bricks on the roads in the south city. Instead, they are made of gray bricks, which are prone to cracking and have not been repaired for a long time, so they are full of potholes.
The brave ones in the crowd raised their heads and looked at the hem of Princess He's skirt and shoes. Even a pattern on the princess's shoes would be something they could talk about for half their lives...
It was snowing, and Zhao Fangyu was wearing warm clothes. Those people could only see the fox fur coat, worth a thousand gold, dragging on the snow, and his snow-white face on it almost blended into the snow.
The reason why it is so clear is that even the snow in South City is dirty.
The dirtier the ground here was, the more precious the white fox fur looked. It was so white. The next second, Zhao Fangyu put on a wolfskin cloak for Zhou Qinghe.
Zhou Qinghe's hands were frozen red, and within half a day, his ten fingers were swollen like radishes. The scratches from carrying the wood revealed the tender, bloody pink flesh underneath.
Zhou Qinghe looked around. The people around him were quiet and silent. She did not see the tragic scene of those people kneeling on the ground and begging him to forgive their sins.
As a prince, it was not Zhou Qinghe's fault that the people lived such a miserable life, but he still felt ashamed of it.
He is still not good enough, he just acts like a human being, but a human being cannot save so many people from danger.
"Help me, please?"
Zhou Qinghe lowered his head and looked at Zhao Fangyu pleadingly.
"Lend me some money."
His voice was not low, and the people kneeling nearby wished they had their ears poked out to be deafened. The prince asked the princess to borrow money, what kind of joke was this?
Zhao Fangyu would not refuse such a thing, and anyone with a little kindness would not refuse it.
"Shuiying, go to Zhao's house to look for my brother. Please ask him to work harder tonight. All the money should be paid from the palace."
Zhou Qinghe, wearing a warm wolfskin cloak, walked away little by little along the way he came. The people around him obviously didn't expect that they would see the prince again in this life!
The carriage, which was out of place among the poor people of South City, left with a clanging sound, and everyone couldn't help but look at the carriage. What did the fairy-like couple say?
Pay money?
"Mother, do we have porridge tonight?"
What Zhao Fangyu and Zhou Qinghe said was unclear, but these people still understood the vague meaning they revealed.
"Hey! I was wondering why that guy was so strong and helped us move so much wood. I was following him the whole time and my legs were shaking, but he was still able to move. I was wondering if anyone who could eat so much must be an extraordinary person!"
"Go to hell, if you can't move it, then you can't move it! Hurry up, maybe there will be hot porridge tonight!"
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In the carriage, Zhou Qinghe and Zhao Fangyu sat opposite each other. Zhou Qinghe didn't smell good, so he chose a corner to lean against, trying to stay as far away from Zhao Fangyu as possible.
"Thank you for your hard work these days."
The situation in the capital changed so quickly, and it was extremely difficult for Zhao Fangyu to be alone in the capital.
"It's good to know."
Zhao Fangyu warmed his hands with a hot water bottle. When his hands were warm, he stuffed the hot water bottle into Zhou Qinghe's hands and said, "Be more energetic. You look like you've been hit by frost. You can't make the third brother happy."
Zhou Qinghe finally mustered up some strength when she mentioned the third brother. His eyes were inexplicably bright, which made Zhao Fangyu panic: "Have I...always disappointed you?"