Why is it that the eldest lady always speaks so strangely?
Why is their dynasty backward? Their Beixuan Dynasty is the first of the four major countries. Whether it is economy, political system, or folk customs, they are second to none. How can they be said to be backward?
Besides, what do they mean by this?
The young lady herself is a native of the capital, and this is her place.
Of course he didn't understand that the dynasty mentioned by Shangguan Yu did not refer to the Beixuan Dynasty, but to the ancient times without high technology.
Shangguan Yu didn't know what Qiu Yin was thinking. After throwing away the garbage in his hands, he ran towards a stall in front.
"Hurry, come here, this stuff smells so good."
Shangguan Yu looked at a small stall set up by an old man in front of him, where some small round balls that looked like flour were being fried.
I haven't tasted it yet, but just smelling the fragrance makes my mouth water.
"Little girl, do you want to buy some?"
The old man looked particularly enthusiastic, his old hands were stained with flour, and his face had a weather-beaten look.
"Yes, yes."
Shangguan Yu looked very excited and said to Qiu Yin: "Hurry up and buy more so we can go back and eat."
"Okay, miss."
Qiu Yin was about to pay, when the crowd suddenly became commotion.
"Go away, go away, go away, uncle!!"
The arrogant and domineering voice clearly fell into Shangguan Yu's ears, causing her originally happy mood to be temporarily disturbed.
Qingxiu's brows wrinkled slightly, but before she could speak, she saw the old man's expression change, and there was more panic on his old face.
Seeing him immediately starting to clean up his stall, his old hands were trembling slightly.
"Uncle, you..."
"Old man, how many times have I told you that stalls are not allowed here!!"
Shangguan Yu's words had just reached his mouth when he was interrupted by the domineering voice of an officer and soldier.
I saw him coming out of the crowd and standing in front of the old man's stall. Without saying a word, he overturned the old man's oil pan.
The scalding oil rushed all over the uncle's body. The crowd around him could not help but gasp, but no one dared to make a sound.
The old man was so burned that his face looked hideous and he was trembling with fear, but he could only kneel on the ground and kowtow repeatedly.
"Yes...I'm sorry, sir, Cao Min has a three-year-old granddaughter who is sick at home. Cao Min can only go out to make a small amount of money. Please be merciful..."
"show mercy??"
The leading officer and soldier looked at the old man coldly, put his hands on his waist, raised his chin in an arrogant manner, and said:
"This is the area under my jurisdiction. I will show mercy to you, but who will show mercy to me!!!"
While speaking, he kicked the old man hard on the shoulder.
Many people around him can't stand it any longer. However, despite the high official rank, the common people only dare to be angry and dare not speak out.
In the crowd, two pairs of calm black eyes were watching the scene in front of them quietly, and a chill suddenly arose around them.
"Guan... Guan Ye, please spare my life, Guan Ye, please have mercy..."
The old man kept kowtowing, and his hands were blistered by the hot oil.
The officers and soldiers still seemed indifferent and turned a blind eye to the old man's request.
The raised foot stretched out again to kick the old man, only to hear a loud "pop--" and a sudden slap on his face.