An oxcart arrived at the Yulinwei camp. From a long distance away, I opened the corner of the car curtain and saw people queuing up for hundreds of meters. The man nodded: "Many people have come, and I can finally pay homage to the king."
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His legs were weak, so as soon as the bullock cart stopped, the driver and the servant jumped out, moved a pushable chair underneath, then carefully placed the man on the chair, and slowly pushed it towards the entrance.
Someone nearby was curious and it seemed that the main thing they were looking at was not people, but this chair that could be used for sitting and walking. The top of it was no different from an ordinary chair. There were two wheels at the bottom that were a few circles smaller than the wheel of an oxcart. They were fixed to the chair. The servants were standing there.
It's very convenient to push it around.
This thing is called a wheelchair. It was something that was reported by a caravan that entered Beijing half a year ago. Although it is a bit of a whimsical idea that most people would not think of, there is one, and it is not difficult to imitate. After half a year, the groceries in the capital have
There are several shops selling these wheelchairs, and almost everyone in the capital can make them. They are convenient for the elderly, sick and injured who are unable to walk.
Nowadays, it is not a strange thing for someone to be pushed in a wheelchair to watch the excitement.
"Sir, I have followed your instructions and publicized this matter in the world, but the number of people it seems is that even if I don't help, there will be a lot of people coming." The servant pushing the wheelchair forward has a tall figure.
There seemed to be a strange light in his eyes, and there was a faint evil aura in his eyes, but he spoke calmly.
The title of Prince on behalf of the King suddenly became one of the hot spots in the competition. I had only heard about it before, but now I have seen this scene with my own eyes, and I know how important this prince is.
People from all corners of the country are simply coming here in droves.
Jianghu people don’t really want to stay away from the temple. Who doesn’t have some ambition?
But unlike scholars, the opportunities for Jianghu people to get promoted are rare and dangerous. Countless people are trying to find refuge with a real powerful person, but they can't. This time recruiting a coach for the prince's palace is indeed a good opportunity.
Even if you are an unknown person who does not want to join the powerful and wants to make a name for yourself, participating in this competition is still a great opportunity.
The person sitting in the wheelchair was none other than Fang Zhen. Listening to the servant's words, he gently pushed the wheelchair and walked straight to an aisle with a sparse queue.
"Collect money?"
"Yes, if you go through that passage, you'll get three coins per person. If you go through this passage, you'll get thirty coins per person."
Listening to the concierge's voice and looking at the lidless box in front of him, Fang Zhen was silent for a moment. He couldn't help but admire his ability to make money on behalf of the king. He even distinguished between high and low. People of some status would naturally not walk with untouchables, and the same goes for Thirty Wen
Had to go out.
"Sir?" The servant couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and stopped.
"Pay, it's just sixty cents." Fang Zhen said.
Do you still have to go out of your way to show your identity for sixty cents? Although my status in the Marquis of Huaifeng Mansion has changed, it is not that high.
The servant had to take out a small bunch of money and throw it into the box before he could enter.
After the two people entered, they realized that compared with the bustle inside, the scene outside was nothing. The whole venue was bustling with people, probably thousands of people. It's not an exaggeration to say it was a sea of people. When they thought about it, everyone had to pay three cents to come in.
, the master and servant looked at each other, feeling a little funny.
"Although there are a lot of people, even if there are 10,000 people, that is tens of thousands of coins, which can only be converted into dozens of taels of silver. Why bother? Is the palace still short of this little money?" Fang Zhen said.
"Young Master, that's not what you said. You don't know that the people in the capital are the best at watching the excitement. If you don't charge money, you may crowd in with hundreds of thousands of people."
"Not only is it hard to squeeze in, but it's also easy to get into trouble." The servant was actually a warrior recruited by the Hou Mansion, not really a servant, he replied.
Fang Zhen thought thoughtfully: "Yes, this is the capital. If something happens and there is a trampling, the acting king will be impeached."
But here, there are more than just people. The steaming food stalls are filled with white mist, exuding an alluring aroma, and mixed with the high-pitched shouts of vendors, it is really noisy.
Not only do you buy soup cakes and snacks, but you also get fortune telling, and when you look into the crowd, you even see a candy seller!
In previous years, it was May at this time, and because the weather was hot and easy to change, there were fewer candy sellers.
But this year it was May, and the weather was a bit abnormal. Fang Zhen looked at the old man selling candy and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
The servant didn't think so much. He came in, looked around, and found his destination - a viewing shed that had been built a long time ago.
The shed is a VIP area, and each row is higher than the previous row. No matter where you sit in the shed, you can see the five arenas without being blocked.
"The watch stall is worth one tael of silver per person. I heard that you can enter the stall and pay 100 taels for each stall. The Daiwangfu is really good at making money." The servant pushed forward and couldn't help but said: "This will cost five or six hundred taels."
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The viewing shed is a reed shed, and people with some status and money sit here.
The strange thing is that even if the money is the same, high-ranking officials or famous officials will be in high positions, while ordinary officials and scholars can only squeeze in at the bottom. It seems that everyone knows their position.
There are stepless uphill roads on both sides of the shed, making it easier for people with limited walking skills to enter and exit. The servant will push Fang Zhen in with a cart and find a position where there is less people to watch. There is no need to help Fang Zhen down, and he can watch the game directly from his wheelchair.
At this time, there were not many people in the shed. There were only a few people sitting quite far away. Fang Zhen took a look and realized that these people must be low-level officials from the capital, and they looked a little unfamiliar.
A small breeze blew. Fang Zhen tightened his thick cloak and frowned: "It's a bit cold."
The servant said: "Yes, it's almost May, it's still frosty, and the clouds are strange today, like flags and knives."
Fang Zhen glanced at the sky. The clouds were indeed like flags and knives as the servant said, but that didn't mean anything. The shapes of clouds were not strange.
He didn't pay attention to it, and just as he was about to speak, someone came over with a small wooden box. He was a middle-aged man, wearing a silk robe, with a few pockmarks on his face. He looked a bit like a Jianghu man in temperament, but he looked quite decent in his clothes, and he seemed to belong to a wealthy family.
's stewardship.
The middle-aged man who had just been asking the people in the shed came over, saluted Fang Zhen, and asked: "Sir, are you willing to buy bets? If so, I can explain the rules of betting to you."
"Buy a bet?"
Fang Zhen did not refuse immediately, but he was a little doubtful about fairness and asked: "How to ensure fairness? Who is your boss? The acting king?"
The middle-aged man replied: "That's not true. This business of buying and selling bets has nothing to do with the Daiwang Palace. It was Mr. Lu who contacted seven or eight companies and paid Daiwang 3,000 yuan for two free games before it could be carried out."
"Mr. Lu?" Fang Zhen understood immediately after hearing this: "Lu Fengyun, the retainer of the Prince's Palace?"
When the middle-aged man saw that Fang Zhen knew so much about the affairs of Prince Dai, he knew that this must be a son of an official family. He smiled and said: "You guessed it right, it is Mr. Lu. However, the person who was specifically responsible for placing the bet was the seven people contacted by Mr. Lu.
Every big store has its own backstage."
"If it's one family, you might be worried about fairness, but if there are seven families, no one can control it."