Chapter 142: Different Classes
There are three games in the afternoon. It’s still early, so everyone leaves the stadium to have lunch.
Jin Sui saw Yan Jiu looking at her from afar, so she quickly turned around to talk to Han Xing and other team members, pretending not to notice Yan Jiu's gaze.
However, Hei Hu kept laughing and made a thumbs-down gesture to Yan Shiyi. Yan Shiyi was very angry, but he also thought of how to piss off Hei Hu.
He waved his hand and called Baozhu: "Help me lead the horse."
Baozhu was confused. There were stable boys leading the horses, so why did they let her lead the horses?
But she still led the horse obediently, and then she saw Yan Shiyi grinning at Heihu. As expected, Heihu's face turned red with anger.
When Yan Shierniang found out, she came running over and wanted to beat up her second brother in public. She pulled Baozhu over and said, "This is my maid. You can use your servant instead!"
Jin Sui patted Hei Hu's shoulder and said, "The prize money from this competition is enough for you to get married. Hurry up and marry Miss Bai home."
Hei Hu hummed and stared at Bao Zhu's back.
It was not until Yan Twelve Niang said something to Baozhu that the round-faced girl happily ran to the Black Feather Team with her skirt lifted up and waited.
Jin Sui laughed and kicked Hei Hu's calf: "Go! Why are you pretending here?"
Heihu was overjoyed and took off his hat and gave it to Hao Duojin who was behind him. Hao Duojin was not selected into the polo team due to his insufficient height and followed behind Heihu to help.
Huanxi said, "I'm leaving first. I will score more goals in the next game!"
He rode on a big horse, and when he passed by Baozhu, he grabbed her and put her on the horse's back, which made Baozhu laugh in panic.
The guests who had not left yet saw this scene and did not feel that it was immoral at all. It seemed that the heroes on the polo field were popular no matter what they did.
In today's preparatory match, Black Tiger scored five goals! Jin Sui and Gu Changxiao led the Black Feather team to leave the field. Grandpa Ling and Jin An stayed behind because among the people responsible for cleaning the field were refugees whom Grandpa Ling knew, and he wanted to talk to them.
Then Grandpa Ling discovered that perhaps because today’s game was too intense, many people were so engrossed in watching it that they didn’t finish the snacks they brought with them.
Even if these cleaning workers saw a half-eaten mung bean cake, they would carefully wrap it up and put it against their chest.
Anyone who found a whole snack would smile so hard that their teeth would show. They would take it home and the children would be delighted all night. The children had never eaten such a sweet snack before.
It’s not enough to just pick up the food that people have eaten. You can also carefully sweep up the crumbs and take them home to feed the chickens! This is why it takes a long time to clean up after every game.
The cakes and snacks thrown away by the spectators' sons of noble families were precious things to the cleaning workers.
When Grandpa Ling saw this scene, he felt both happy and sad, and felt very uncomfortable.
He couldn't help but laugh and scold himself: "Old Taoist, you are an old man, how come your blood is still not cold? There are so many miserable people in the world, how many of them can you take care of?"
Your son and daughter-in-law died so tragically, your grandson is still young, and your granddaughter is involved in such a big event, with an uncertain future. How can you still have the leisure to sympathize with others? A refugee who knew Grandpa Ling found that the old Taoist priest was staring at him, and he immediately felt embarrassed. Grandpa Ling smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay. When I was fighting in the countryside, I picked up half of the steamed bun and it fell into the mud and I ate it."
Grab the throwing beam!
What an old yet familiar word. Yes, when building a new house in the countryside, on the day of putting up the main beam, the owner would prepare red-dyed steamed buns and snacks, and even a dozen copper coins.
It was sprinkled from the roof beams and grabbed by the villagers who were watching the excitement. It was the biggest prize for building a new house. During the slack season, if the children knew which house in the surrounding villages was putting up the roof beams, they would make an appointment to walk a long way to grab some snacks.
These refugees have not built new houses for many years. They either live in caves, or build a rain shelter with wood or stones, or live in burrows.
The story of Qiang Pao Liang can only be told to children. The refugees who have obtained the household registration of the border town laughed proudly:
"The prince has allocated a residential plot for my family. When my family completes the construction, I will definitely invite the Taoist priest to come and have a drink."
Grandpa Ling stroked his beard and smiled: "Great! I will definitely give you a gift to congratulate you."
After a football game, the noble families talked about winning the championship and having it recorded in the border town annals, and the young men discussed how to play the game and which team to support.
Which handsome horse is the best for the game? How much to bet? Which player plays the best and whose posture is the most heroic?
The ladies talked about which player was handsome, how nice the team uniforms were, how excited they were during the game...and then where to go for lunch?
What snacks should I bring to the next game? What should I buy at the market later? Who has the best perfume? Who has exquisite jewelry and eye-catching clothes...
Ordinary people were discussing the exciting game in the morning. Those who bet on the Black Feathers team to win were overjoyed, while those who bet on the Zhou family to win were dejected. They began to speculate which team would win in the afternoon.
Merchants are discussing what goods to import and what cooperation agreements they can sign with the Border Town Trade Zone.
Things like jerseys, saddles, hats, masks, etc. can all be cooperated. I believe that soon the nobles in Chang'an will also dress like this.
All the workers who applied for the job were busy, some preparing horse feed, some pulling horse manure out of the city, some leveling the playground, some delivering big pot meals to the workers’ camp…
The lowest of the lowest, the newly naturalized refugees, are happy that they have found this job and can pick up a complete snack...
A football game depicts the class system of power and nobility for thousands of years, which divides the same people into different classes, and different classes have different joys and sorrows.
When Grandpa Ling was leading Jin'an towards the Zhongyuan Stew Shop, he saw Jinsui, who had changed back into casual clothes, talking excitedly to a young girl in a tea shop.
The tea was thick, and Jin Sui was seen pointing at the girl's big tea bucket, while the girl kept wiping tears beside him. It looked like the tea seller had offended the prince and was being scolded.
Grandpa Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't tell what he felt. He sighed, thinking that maybe Jin Sui had gotten used to being a prince and had forgotten his former identity...
Jin An was the one who saw it clearly: "Grandpa, what is my sister teaching that big sister to do?"
Grandpa Ling opened his eyes wide and saw clearly that it was true. Jin Sui was instructing the girl how to make tea.
The frustration that had just built up in his heart due to the game on the court instantly dissipated. He laughed and stroked his beard, saying, "Let's go and take a look."
Jinan was puzzled: "What's so funny about this? My sister has recently taught many people how to make dim sum. My sister said that it is better to teach people how to fish than to give them fish.
Giving them a bowl of porridge can feed them for one day, but teaching them how to make a living can feed them for the rest of their lives.”
Grandpa Ling blamed himself for misunderstanding Jinsui just now. No matter how much his granddaughter has changed, her heart is still so kind and upright.
"Your idea is great. Pick up the wild pears and hawthorns that others don't want from the mountains, boil them into fruit tea and sell them.
But your tea is too sour and acrid, rich people won’t want to drink it, and it’s not worth it if you sell it too low.”
"Listen to me, peel the skin and core, cut the flesh into small pieces, add more sugar and boil it together...
Use bamboo tubes to make cups, paint them beautifully, write the names of the teams on them, and people will buy them at ten cents a cup..."
"Sugar is too expensive and you don't have the money? You don't have parents or friends and you still have to support a pair of siblings..."
"Go to the refugee camp and work for a few days to earn some work points. Then use the work points to exchange for candy. Then go get a stall license, use the license to go to the Central Plains Stew and ask the store to sell you some candy on credit."
"Can't write? Go to Zhongyuan Zahui too. The owner of that shop has beautiful handwriting. He will write for you and you can say that it was the king who asked you to go..."
Grandpa Ling listened to the whole thing. He was laughing at first, but then he rolled his eyes. You are putting all the blame on me! But he was very happy in his heart. He heard that this tea-selling girl was not a refugee from the mountains, but came to Yanzhou from another place to live with her relatives, but her parents died on the way.
She was a young girl who had just come of age, and she lived a hard life with her two younger siblings.
"Give your shop a name? Okay, since your name is Xiu and you're the eldest sister, then let's call it Sister Xiu's Dessert Shop. It's simple, easy to remember and friendly."
"In the border town, there will be no yamen runners who collect business taxes indiscriminately, nor will there be soldiers or dandy young men who will overturn your stall if they are unhappy. If you encounter injustice, just go to the refugee camp and ask the officials to make the decision."
"Take your brothers and sisters and live well."
As Jin Sui was talking, he turned around and saw Grandpa and Jin An. He waved to them and introduced Ah Xiu to them. He also gave Ah Xiu two taels of silver:
"I'll lend it to you as capital. When you make money, just return it to the Taoist priest."
Ah Xiu and her brothers and sisters were about to kowtow to Jin Sui, but Jin An helped them up first: "Living a good life is the greatest way to repay the prince."
Jinsui gave his younger brother a thumbs up in praise. This boy knows how to talk.
The three of them walked towards the chowder restaurant together. On the way, Grandpa Ling asked his doubts: "Grandpa has been thinking, there are so many poor people in the border town, how many can we save?"
Jinan reminded: "There will be more and more poor people in the border town! The poor people in other places will come here when they hear that there is a way to make a living for the poor in the border town.
Look at Sister Xiu. She was looking for a job in Yanzhou City before and almost sold herself. When she heard that the border town was recruiting female workers, she brought her brother and sister here. "
Jin Sui smiled and pinched her brother's chubby face. This was the flesh she had worked so hard to grow! When she first met him, he was so skinny that there was not even a pound of flesh on his face.
"How do you know so much? So you have known Ah Xiu for a long time? I just passed by and saw her as a little girl with a sad face, and her younger brother and sister were crying out for food, so I gave her some advice."
Jin An smiled proudly and said, "Brother Black Tiger takes me around every day, and I know a lot of people there."
Jin Sui turned around and answered Grandpa Ling's previous question solemnly: "When it comes to saving people, we should judge by deeds rather than intentions. If we can save as many people as possible, then we can save them.
It would be fine if I didn’t see it, but if I saw it, heard it, and felt it, I would be upset if I didn’t save him.”
She smiled and approached Grandpa Ling, whispering, "When we were being chased, in such a critical situation, Grandpa still wanted to save Gu Changxiao. I knew that Grandpa was the softest-hearted person."
Grandpa Ling smiled and said, "If you knew that man was a prince, you should have taken him away and sent him to the border town earlier. Then our grandfather and grandson would have enjoyed a peaceful life earlier."
Jin Sui hurriedly reminded him: "The prince doesn't know that we are the ones who saved him, and he asked me to find his benefactor! Grandpa, please don't let it slip."
It was here that Jinsui saw a person sitting in the Zhongyuan Stew Shop.
He was out of tune with the style of the entire shop. Everyone else was in a gray hue, except for him, dressed in white, sitting among the hustle and bustle of the world, like a banished immortal.
At this time, he was holding a fat, long-haired Persian cat in his arms. This kind of cat was extremely rare in Daxia. It was said that it was brought here during the trade with the Western Regions. Such a cat was more expensive than a cow.
His big, bony hands gently stroked the cat's back, over and over again. There were also a few bowls of food in front of him, but the tableware was exquisite and the stew was even presented on a plate!
He looked up at Jinsui, his eyes filled with a hint of helplessness and sadness.
There is no doubt that the only person who can act like this in Border Town is Yan Jiulang.
Jin Sui turned around and wanted to run: "I forgot to make an appointment with Gu Changxiao for lunch. I'm leaving first. You guys go eat the chowder!"
As she took a step, a big hand held down her shoulder. Then she saw her feet shaking rapidly on the spot like a Hot Wheels, but her upper body did not move at all.
"What are you doing? Juggling?"
Jin Sui turned his head and saw Yan Shiyi holding a large bowl of stew in one hand and holding his shoulder with the other.
This guy was eating so much that his mouth was full of oil, his eyes were shining, and he said to Jinsui excitedly:
"I know why this chowder is so delicious! You don't have to spit out the bones, and you can eat it in big mouthfuls when you're hungry. No other dish can give you that kind of satisfaction."
Jin Sui was speechless: "Have you ever been hungry?"
"I've been hungry! I'm almost starving today. The activities in the morning were tiring enough, and my brother insisted on formulating a strategy for us to deal with the Black Feathers Team. He was so busy that he only let us have lunch now."
Jin Sui was even more speechless: "You came to stop me just to discuss the taste of the chowder?
Also, you said in front of me that you were targeting the Black Feather Team, is there something wrong with your brain?"
Yan Shiyi was even more speechless than her:
"Everyone knows that the Black Feather Team is difficult to deal with. They are all discussing how to beat the Black Feather Team and how to stop the big black guy Black Tiger! It's not just my Yanyun Team that is targeting you. It's all, all the teams, do you understand? All of them are targeting you!"
Jin Sui took a deep breath and decided not to continue to tangle with this idiot: "Then you guys continue, I'm leaving."
Yan Shiyi pulled her arm and walked towards Yan Jiu's table: "No, that won't work. My brother wants to see you."
He also reminded quietly: "My brother brought the white lion here, which means he is very angry, so angry that he needs the white lion to comfort him.
Although I'm not sure what he's mad about yet. Anyway, take care of yourself."
After saying that, he pushed Jinsui forward, took the bowl to get the stew himself, and then sat at the team members' table.
Can you brothers of the Yan family go a little further? I am the King of Li! Show me some respect! "Why does Your Majesty hide when he sees Yan Jiu?" Yan Jiu's voice was a little cold, which didn't match the steaming hot stew at all.
Jin Sui instantly changed into a smiling face, and sat opposite him with a grin, and even had a slightly flattering tone: "How could it be? Publicly, Jiu Lang and I are partners, and privately, we are friends and confidants! Why would I hide?"
Ling Jinsui, Ling Jinsui! Can you please stop being such a slave? You don't have to try to please Party A like this! He turned around and saw Yan Shierniang in red, smiling shyly at him.
The two boxes of gold and silver that someone had given me not long ago suddenly appeared in my mind.
Well, don’t use it on Party A, but use it on the God of Wealth!
Jin Sui lowered his eyes, then raised his head again, smiling more sincerely: "What do you want from me, Jiulang?"
Yan Jiu felt his heart choked. You are so smart, why do you have to play dumb with me? But for some reason, when he saw Jin Sui smiling at this moment, the pent-up anger in his heart disappeared.
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