Esther never learned to sing, but she was born with a good voice.

She had just come of age, with clear eyebrows and a thin physique, and she had her menstrual period last month.

Esther and Grandpa Bouz sell the famous 'brown soup' on the streets of the flea nest.

The Flea Nest is the ghetto of King's Landing.

Brown soup refers to the color of the soup, which is named because of the yellow-brown color of the soup.

There are all kinds of things boiled in the brown soup, that is, a big pot, throw everything into it and boil it, boil it repeatedly, throw all the vegetable leaves, meat, shells and other things into it and boil it into a paste, and then take out all the shells that can't be boiled, take it clean, add water to boil it into a thick soup, sprinkle it with salt, it tastes very delicious.

Not only is it enough for those who can't eat, but this soup is also packed with a variety of nutrients and is very inexpensive, requiring only five copper cents.

Five copper cents is equivalent to five cents in the earth's civilization.

Brown soup is a major feature of the flea nest streets.

Esther's brown soup sells well, and it tastes fresher than the other stall owners' brown soups.

She and her grandfather set up a rat-catching mechanism in the flea nest: a small bucket with a little meat in it, and a silk thread attached to the meat was connected to a small stick, as long as the mouse jumped into the bucket and dragged the meat, the small stick moved, the iron lid fell, and the mouse was stuffed in the bucket.

There are a lot of rats in the flea nest rental house, and sometimes with a bit of luck, you can catch a fat mouse.

Esther and her grandfather caught the mouse, peeled off the skin, gutted the meat, washed it, and chopped the snow-white rat meat into minced pieces and boiled it into the old soup, which had the flavor of meat.

In the evening, Esther and her grandfather went to the fish market in the mud gate, picked up the rotten fish shells in the garbage heap, cut the rotten places with a knife, picked out the fish shells that were still edible, removed the fish bones, and threw them into the old soup to boil.

As for the unwanted garbage vegetables that I picked up at the vegetable market, I carefully picked the black and rotten places, left the good edible parts, cut them into granules, and threw them into the brown soup to boil.

Esther's brown soup is clean and fragrant, completely different from the brown soup of other stall owners.

The meat in the brown soup of the other stall owners was more and larger than that of Esther's brown soup, but the meat inside was not clean, and they did not dare to investigate what kind of meat it was. Everyone knew that the meat was the flesh of the dead.

Flea nests are the least lacking in people who die of disease, starvation, or fighting.

Boiling dead people's brown soup is a phenomenon here that everyone knows but doesn't say anything.

Before Esther and Grandpa Buzz came to sell brown soup, the people who came to drink brown soup drank it with their heads down, not asking what kind of meat it was and how it came from.

Those soups though...... You can't delve into it, but it's cheap, and more importantly, a bowl of brown soup can save the lives of the homeless and the poor.

But since Esther and Grandpa Buzz came to sell brown soup, many people who drank brown soup came to Esther's stall to drink soup.

Because every day Esther and Grandpa also drank this soup by themselves. This is very reassuring to everyone.

And the other stall owners who sell brown soup do not drink the brown soup they boil.

Five copper points, standing, a large bowl of brown soup to drink. The body is warm, full, and nutritious.

Grandpa Buzz was originally a worker in the mint, and it is said that he was the master who was responsible for minting various coin models. In addition, he was responsible for polishing and polishing the coins. Coins are minted and polished before they are put into circulation.

Because of his old age and slow movements, he was kicked out by the officials of the mint. Buzz has nowhere to go, a son is a gambler, he doesn't do his job every day, either gambling money into brothels or fighting on the streets, and her only granddaughter, Esther, is supported by her grandfather's Weibo salary in the mint.

After being kicked out of the mint, Buzz takes his granddaughter Esther to the gathering place of the poor: the flea nest. After renting a single room, he spent three months guarding the door of Littlefinger's brothel.

Petyr Berry the Littlefinger was the supreme governor of the Mint, and Master Butz wanted Master Petyr to give him a retirement sum. Booz had worked in the mint for more than 50 years, and when he was kicked out by the officials, he didn't even get his last month's salary, let alone the retirement money he deserved.

Three months later, he finally defended Littlefinger, Lord Petyr Berish. Lord Petyr Berish did not give him a bronze score, but gave him the opportunity to put brown soup on the streets of the flea nest.

Since then, among the dozen or so stalls with brown soup on the street of the flea nest, a pair of grandparents and grandchildren have been crowded in.

It didn't take long for Esther and Grandpa Buzz's clean, tidy, and fragrant brown soup to outwhelm the other stall owners, and every day, only after Esther and Grandpa Buzz's soup was sold out, the other stall owners' business would improve.

The grandfather and grandson never used rotten leaves to eat when they sold brown soup, nor did they use unspeakable meat to make soup. They broke the cycle of unspeakable, and the brown soup was clean, fragrant and safe to eat.

But that's not a good thing.

Grandpa Buzz and Esther had already clashed with the stall owners around them several times, and although they were all in danger in the end, it was obvious that these people would not let them have such a good time if the business continued.

Petyr Berish, the little finger, showed up on the first day of the grandfather's stall and never came again.

The stall owners who dared to set up a stall to sell brown soup in the flea nest were not ordinary people: either they had the support of local ruffians behind them, or they had the connections of fierce mercenaries, or they were familiar with the petty affairs officials on this street, and it was the first time that the grandfather and grandson of Butz had squeezed in here with the face of a former minister.

As time passed, Littlefinger Petyr Berishi no longer appeared, and many people saw the signs, and the grandfather and grandson had nothing to do with the former minister Littlefinger.

And so the conflict began.

The flea nest is also the most chaotic place in the city.

At night, those alleys, people from other places generally dare not enter.

King's Landing has the largest floating population in the Seven Kingdoms, far surpassing the Old Town in the South.

Even mercenaries from the other side of the narrow sea try not to pass through the streets of the flea nest at night.

However, as long as it is daytime, although there are many fights in flea nests, the streets selling brown soup are generally fine.

This seems to be a kind of divine rule in the dark.

After all, it was a place where homeless people, poor old workers, poor old retired workers, sick poor people, etc., could drink a bowl of soup.

The poorer the place, the more the population is mixed, the more violence prevails.

Flea nests are rented by low-class mercenaries in good places because of the low rent. More often than not, gangsters of all factions also live here, and they like to go to the rich people's places and sneak in to hide.

That morning, a mercenary came to Esther and Grandpa Buzz's stall to drink brown soup.

This mercenary is not from the Seven Kingdoms, but from the other side of the Narrow Sea. Bald head, single clothes and thin pants, with an Arak scimitar at his waist.

This bald head belongs to a member of the notorious Warrior Band, who hails from across the Narrow Sea and is a Dothraki who is adept at using scimitars.

The Warriors are one of the most famous and notorious mercenary regiments in King's Landing, and this one has a chilling name: the Blood Theatre.

The mercenaries who make up the Blood Drama are mainly criminals and outcasts from all over the continent of Essos on the other side of the Narrow Sea.