Another cargo ship arrived at the dock, and long-term workers flocked to the site. The more work you did, the more you earned, and everyone was very enthusiastic.
Shen Qingye was covered in injuries and was a pampered young master who had grown up in luxury. How could he possibly compete with these strong men who were used to doing hard and tiring work?
I was instantly pushed and shoved, shoved through the crowd, and bumped into a wooden post. Before I could even see who the culprit was, a loud reprimand rang in my ears.
"Hey! You brat! Can you handle this? If not, get out of here, don't just stand around doing nothing!"
Shen Qingye looked around, not yet finding out which unlucky guy was being scolded, when suddenly he felt a strong force grab his collar and was abruptly pulled to the side.
Before he could even stand up straight, a finger jabbed hard into his forehead, and he was yelled at: "What are you looking at! I'm telling you, you're a piece of trash. Don't think you can act like a young master just because you're dressed like a respectable person. Bah, a good dog doesn't block the way, get out of my way!"
The newcomer was fat, but his clothes were relatively clean. He had a sinister look in his eyes and a somewhat ferocious appearance.
Judging from his accent, he's not a local. He must be the manager who came with the ship. No wonder I didn't recognize him!
What audacity!
Shen Qingye had never been looked down upon before. He clenched his fists, his teeth itching with anger, but he dared not reveal his identity.
My elder brother said that ten bags of goods are worth one tael of silver, and he can exchange the one tael of silver he earned through hard work for one thousand taels of silver from my elder brother.
He can get three thousand taels of silver as long as he unloads thirty bags of goods!
The only requirement is that you must not reveal your identity to outsiders, otherwise there's no point in discussing it.
"You dare glare at me, you son of a bitch? Are you looking for trouble?!" The steward, a rough man, slapped Shen Qingye hard on the forehead.
The pain made Shen Qingye dizzy, but he gritted his teeth and retorted, "I didn't! Do you have any sense of reason? It's not that I didn't want to unload the cargo, it's that they had no manners and forced me out. You've got the wrong person to blame!"
"Pfft, hahaha—" Upon hearing this, bursts of laughter erupted from all around, with everyone looking at each other with different expressions, ready to laugh at the spectacle.
The workers chimed in, "Who do you think you are? We're all working ourselves to the bone to support our families, and we're supposed to give way to a good-for-nothing like you! What kind of logic is that?"
"What is quality? Is it being able to eat or drink? The more you work, the more money you earn. If you can't handle hardship, find an easier job. Don't come here and embarrass yourself!"
“We’re all rough men, we don’t understand your fancy words, let’s let our abilities speak for themselves.”
Another person mocked with a hint of malice, "Look at your delicate skin, let me give you a friendly suggestion: go to the Drunken Spring Pavilion and become a male prostitute. Climb into someone's bed a few times, and you'll get paid just by lying there."
As soon as he finished speaking, another burst of malicious laughter erupted.
Shen Qingye was arrogant and impatient, or in short, reckless and foolish. He was so angry that he lost all reason and threw a punch at the last person who spoke.
"You're asking for it!"
Unexpectedly, the man, carrying a sack on his shoulder, threw Shen Qingfeng away with just one hand, shouting, "Go away, get out of here, you chattering weakling."
Shen Qingye's eyes reddened with anger.
It was only because he was still recovering from serious injuries that this person was no match for him!
The manager, impatient with this weak and troublesome fellow, waved his hand and called over a few helpers.
His tone was extremely contemptuous: "Get this troublemaker out of here right now. The next shipment is coming soon. Throw him far away, or I'll have to pay compensation if he accidentally steps on the little piece of trash and kills him."
Shen Qingye wanted to fight again, but he was easily restrained by several burly men who shouted "one, two, three" and threw him outside.
In that instant, Shen Qingye felt as if his dignity had been shattered.
"Steward, this man seems to be the young master of the Marquis of Anbo's mansion," someone in the crowd whispered.
The steward sneered, "So what if he is? Without the protection of his family, he's nothing. I'm ashamed for a noble young master to have fallen to this state."
...
The dock was spacious, with three intersections in a row. Shen Qingye had offended the first family, and the other two families would never look down on a good-for-nothing.
No matter how much he pleaded and pleaded, no one used him anymore.
Shen Qingye naturally heard the steward's final complaint. Now that things had come to this, although he wouldn't admit it, he secretly acknowledged that he was a good-for-nothing.
For some reason, during this time of dejection and frustration, a slender and beautiful figure suddenly appeared in his mind.
Shen Qingye thought to himself, Shen Jiao's suffering and humiliation along the way, from Huguo Temple to Wei Kingdom and then to Langya Pass, was several times better than his.
He was so annoyed that he stopped talking, and he also felt that Shen Jiao had brought this upon herself and deserved to die. No one forced her to suffer; wasn't it all her own doing?
"Let's grab a bite of steamed bun to tide us over, we'll be tired later."
Shen Qingye thought they were calling him, but when he looked up, he saw two rough men sitting opposite him, taking a break.
The rough-looking man in the blue linen clothes took a big bite of his steamed bun: "The new wife of Zhang the butcher who sells pork in our town has run away again. I heard she stole all the money in the house. Tsk tsk tsk, that old woman is shameless. She's been married to three men and still can't settle down."
"Where is this woman from? Tell me quickly, so I can warn those middle-aged bachelors to keep an eye on her!" Another rough-looking man with a thick beard looked rather intimidating when he was being fierce.
Lotus Village.
Shen Qingye was slightly taken aback. He remembered that Shen Yu's hometown was Lotus Village.
It must be a coincidence, he thought.
The rough man in the blue linen clothes continued, "Her surname was Wu, but she changed her name to Wang Dahua. Do you remember her clearly? Her first man was a soldier. It seems she died protecting someone from a knife. After her man died, Wu abandoned her five-year-old daughter and ran off with another man."
Shen Qingye breathed a sigh of relief; he had been overly sensitive.
Yu'er once said that her biological mother couldn't accept her husband's death and hanged herself.
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