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This bazaar also has a resounding name, called the Old Summer Palace Bazaar.

It was originally a market that was slowly formed in order to facilitate the craftsmen who built the garden here, and now the Old Summer Palace has not yet been built and is still under construction, so this market is quite large, and the traffic is very lively.

Wen Wen also thought that after the fourth master ascended the throne, he continued to build the Old Summer Palace, and Qianlong has also been expanding, so the bazaar formed around the large garden to facilitate the common craftsmen is very marketable.

The bazaar they came to was small, but it wasn't small at all, at least when they stepped warmly, they saw the bustling crowd of people coming and going, and they couldn't see the end at a glance.

Maybe the market here is not like the capital with a dazzling array of shops on both sides, most of them are stalls, and it will not affect its prosperity and popularity.

Wen Wen got out of the carriage with the fourth master outside the market, and the two came in side by side, because they changed their clothes, it was not very obvious.

Besides, most of the small people who live here, and there are quite a few small couples who come out to set up stalls to do business or buy things, and they are not very conspicuous.

To say that the only thing that is a little depressing is that the temperament of the fourth master is too outstanding, even if he is wearing coarse clothes, it is difficult to resist the majesty, and he can always attract the little daughters-in-law and aunties who come and go from the south to the north to take a few more looks.

Wen Wen just curled her hair up today, not combed into a flag head, but the most ordinary bun, and only a silver hairpin, but her face is white and jade-skinned, even if she is deliberately low-key, it will make people take a few more looks.

The fourth master was a little unhappy, and deliberately held a warm hand.

Sworn sovereignty.

Most of the small shops on both sides of the street are engaged in small businesses, such as all kinds of cloth heads, all kinds of flatbread and coarse food stalls suitable for craftsmen, and stalls selling axes, shovels, shovels and hoes and all kinds of tools.

There is not even a serious teahouse here, after all, they are ordinary people, and no one is willing to spend spare money to drink a pot of expensive tea in the teahouse.

The two of them walked halfway through, and Wen Wen was not interested, after all, there was no rouge gouache, no jewelry hairpin rings, and no exquisite clothing, all of which were objects she didn't use, and she could only come to see a fresh one.

However, the fourth master is very interesting, and when he sees a seller of axes, shovels, shovels, and hoes, he will squat down and ask for the price, and he will pick it up and watch it carefully. When I saw someone selling rice and grain, I would ask about the price, and occasionally I would chat with the stall owner and ask about my living conditions.

For example, how much money is earned from selling these things, whether you can make ends meet, and so on.

Of course, the fourth master is not asking in vain, he will buy other people's things first, and the stall owner will be interested in replying to you, otherwise who would want to waste time and talk to you.

Seeing that the fourth master was familiar with it, Wen Wen thought that it was definitely not the first time he had done this kind of thing.

said that she was accompanying her to go shopping, which was obviously her accompanying him out to observe the people's feelings, but it was also very good, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with the warmth, and she listened to it with relish.

For example, a stall owner who sells big steamed buns, a penny for a steamed bun, can sell hundreds of steamed buns a day, and a family of three maintains this steamed bun shop, barely able to live, not very rich.

Because the steamed buns here can't be sold at a high price, they are all craftsmen, and the price is too high to eat. The steamed buns in the city can be sold for two cents, but here they can sell for one penny, so they don't make much money and barely make ends meet.

The shopkeeper's son was originally a craftsman, but later injured his leg and made up a sum of silver, but he couldn't do anything else, so he followed his father to make steamed buns and sell steamed buns.

Because of the compensation, I married a daughter-in-law, and just gave birth to a big fat grandson this year, and I have added another person to the family, and the days are even more urgent.

The fourth master asked about the amount of compensation silver, and frowned when he heard it.

Wen Wen looked at it and felt that there was probably a problem, listening to the fourth master carefully inquiring about the situation of this family, remembering the address of the family, and asking Su Peisheng to buy a large bag of steamed buns before leaving.

Su Peisheng gave a small silver horn, and he didn't let the shopkeeper make change, and the shopkeeper looked a little sad when he looked a little grateful.

Wen Wen walked beside the fourth master, looked at his expression, and said in a low voice: "Master, is there something wrong?" ”

The fourth master listened to the warm words and sighed, "The craftsman is disabled, and the compensation silver has a certain amount of compensation, and this family only got ten taels of silver, which is half less." ”

Wen Wen was stunned for a moment, this is too little.

The fourth master sneered, "These people all have very long fingers, and they can stretch out their hands with such money." ”

Wen Wen was silent for a while, thinking about the darkness of officialdom, what is such money, I don't know how many people are very comfortable with other people's death money.

"Su Peisheng."

"The slave is here, what do you command?" Su Peisheng hurriedly followed back and forth.

"Check it out and see who's in charge of it. When something like this happens on the master's territory, you can't turn a blind eye. "The fourth master is obviously unhappy, the life in this family is hard, and half of the disabled silver has been taken away, but he dares to be angry and dare not speak.

"Yes." Su Peisheng hurriedly wrote it down, and when he turned around, he would find out the matter.

"Don't be angry, just find out what happened." Wen Wen knew that the fourth master was jealous and hateful, so he was afraid that he would sulk.

"It's not that simple." The fourth master sighed and held a warm hand, "I thought I would take you out to relax, but I didn't know that I would encounter such a thing." ”

"It's also good, look at how the people live, and it's fresh to look at." Wen Wen smiled and said, "Otherwise, I don't know that there is a lot of emphasis on making steamed buns." ”

The two laughed and walked forward, and an inconspicuous carriage passed them.

The carriage of the past suddenly lifted the corner of the curtain, and someone poked his head out to take a look, and soon the curtain fell.

"Madam, you read that right, it is indeed Prince Yong and Concubine Wen."

The person sitting in the carriage was none other than Nian Gege's mother, Mrs. Nian, and when she heard this, she saw that she didn't look very good-looking and said, "What is the prince doing here with her?" ”

The girl opened the curtain again and looked at it, "It seems that she is out shopping, and the slave maid sees that Concubine Wen is buying a fan." ”

Mrs. Nian stretched out her hand to open the curtain on the other side, probed out, and saw Concubine Wen reaching out and holding up a rough pu fan to show Prince Yong, Prince Yong did not dislike the vulgarity of the fan, and even reached out to take it.

How could a noble person like the prince take such a thing.

However, looking at the prince like that, he didn't care at all, and lowered his head and smiled at Concubine Wen.

Mrs. Nian threw down the curtain of the car at once, and sat there with a pale face.

I thought that my daughter's letter to her was exaggerated, but now it seems that every word is true.

The daughter wrote to her several times, crying about the fourth master's ruthlessness and indifference, and Concubine Wen's sole favor and domineering, she originally thought that her daughter had just entered the mansion after all, and she always had to be patient.

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