my wife is queen

Chapter 41 Rules
Sun Yifa clenched the Jinling folding fan in his hand. Jinling folding fan has been famous as early as the Song Dynasty, and now it is even more respected by scholars.

The Jinling folding fan in his hand is made of peach silk as the bone, and the paper used for mounting the fan is Su Mian, which is the most fashionable at the moment. He also invited this year's famous calligraphers and painters to paint the eight colors of the Qinhuai River.

The beauty that Sun Yifa wanted to paint most on the fan was Chen Yuanyuan. Qin Huai was not as beautiful as her, but unfortunately he did not dare to risk the taboo of offending the feudal prince Xungui by painting Chen Yuanyuan hugging a pipa on the fan.

After today, let alone drawing Chen Yuanyuan on the fan, this beauty from the champion capital is already in his pocket.

Chen Yuanyuan voluntarily married him. No matter how dissatisfied the vassal king Xungui in the capital, he could only follow Chen Yuanyuan's wish and would not forcefully stop her.

Sun Yifa loved the Jinling folding fan in the past, but now he dislikes it a little more. He just wants to invite a painter from the capital to paint a portrait of Chen Yuanyuan.

The shopkeeper Qingshou led the Qingshous over, without any need for any cover-ups, and tricked the little donkey away in full view of the public.

It was evident that Chen Yuanyuan had bought the livestock, but was soon snatched by the shopkeeper Qingshou.

The peddlers around had noticed Chen Yuanyuan's beauty long ago, but because of their background, they only dared to sneak a few glances at ordinary times, and did not dare to really seek out a matchmaker.

The behavior of Qingshou hitting the six cities immediately aroused the indignation of the peddlers, and they really wanted to help Chen Yuanyuan stand out, but no one dared to stand up.

No matter how beautiful Chen Yuanyuan is, she is not as important as her own life.

Qingshou has bullied and dominated the market for many years in the capital, and the government has nothing to do with them. The market hawkers can only be exploited, and there is no possibility of resistance.

Usually not being bullied by Qingshou, it is already a high incense, how dare you take the initiative to provoke.

Chen Yuanyuan was a weak woman, and she didn't dare to argue with a few tall and strong young hands, she could only watch them rob the little donkey that they depended on for their livelihood.

"Could it be that there is no Wang Fa?" Chen Yuanyuan's Qiushui pupils were covered with mist, with tears in her eyes, extremely tender and pitiful.

Her frowns and smiles touched the minds of the peddlers in the nearby market. Several peddlers were heartbroken. They couldn't bear it any longer and immediately stood up to help Chen Yuanyuan speak. Seeing the fierce eyes of the young hands , and shrank back.

The shopkeeper Qingshou is a cruel person, and he has never softened his heart in these years. Seeing Chen Yuanyuan's appearance on the verge of tears, he actually felt soft-hearted.

The shopkeeper Qingshou thought that Sun Yifa was still watching from behind, his heart skipped a beat, and he suppressed his soft-hearted thoughts.

At the same time, I have to feel that it is no wonder that Sun Yifa, as the eldest son of the dignified doctor's family in the Ministry of Rites, has spent all his time on Chen Yuanyuan.

She was indeed a beauty who brought disaster to the country and the people. With his ruthless heart to bully the old, the weak, women and children, he still couldn't resist Chen Yuanyuan's tenderness.

At this point in the matter, the fire is still not enough.

The shopkeeper Qingshou deliberately put on the appearance of a bully in the market. He is quite personable at home and likes to chat with people.

But outside, he always puts on a vicious look, which is in line with the common people's imagination of bullies.

The shopkeeper with green hands had a fierce look on his face: "Since you come to Qipan Street to sell tofu, you should understand the rules in this area, and pay respects to this shopkeeper every month. Before you start selling tofu, you have to come to my shopkeeper's shop." Burn incense."

Although Chen Yuanyuan was an actress in the past, her status and basic necessities of life are no different from that of an official lady.

I was hungry, and the maid beside me prepared a good meal on the table.

Getting up early in the morning to dress, you don't need to do it yourself. Several maids help her put on the skirt and gold hairpin.

Chen Yuanyuan had never sold anything in person, so how could she know the rules of the street vendors? She had already paid the city tax, and she did not steal or rob, and sold tofu in Qipan Street openly and aboveboard.

But he still has to be squeezed once and given a sum of money for filial piety.

Chen Yuanyuan said aggrievedly: "Then you return the little donkey, and my servant will go back and collect money for you. Without the little donkey, you will not be able to live."

That's what the shopkeeper Qingshou wanted, if she survived, he and his brothers couldn't survive.

After the matter was completed, Sun Yifa helped introduce the young master of the Salt Transport Envoy's family.

If it can't be done, Sun Yifa will definitely be targeted.

There are gangsters everywhere in the streets and alleys of the capital, each with its own boundaries. As Sun Yifa's official and gentry son, he only needs to tell the soldiers and horses of the five cities to gradually suppress the influence of the green hand shopkeeper.

The green-handed shopkeepers of other big firms would swarm him like civet cats smelling fishy, ​​and eat him up.

The shopkeeper Qingshou glared at Chen Yuanyuan: "My shopkeeper doesn't care if you can survive or not, this little donkey can barely be regarded as a tribute, as long as you still dare to sell tofu on Qipan Street, you will have to prepare another sum on the first day of the next month." Be filial to the silver. Otherwise, don’t think about selling tofu here, this shopkeeper will overturn your stall every time I see you.”

Before Chen Yuanyuan redeemed herself, she knew that the life of the people at the bottom was very hard.

But he didn't expect that life is just hard, and he will be oppressed by local ruffians such as the shopkeeper with green hands.

It was the first time that Chen Yuanyuan wavered about the redemption. If she didn't redeem herself, she should still linger in the mansion of the vassal king Xungui at this time.

Living a life of rich clothes and fine food, he was sought after by the officials and gentlemen of the capital.

Not wavering for a long time, Chen Yuanyuan became firm again, no matter how hard the life was, she always wanted to redeem herself.

Chen Yuanyuan pursed her red lips tightly, feeling a little desperate in her heart: "Could it be that no one cares about these rascals."

These words spoke out the aspirations of the common people in the market, and they all couldn't help but sighed. There is no justice in this world, not to mention the money in the yamen is involved. Of course, no one will rectify the green hands.

The green-handed shopkeeper scavenged a layer of oil and water from the common people, squeezed the common people who were suffering beyond suffering, and even sent a sum of filial piety to the higher-ups.

It's not so much that green hands are oppressing the common people, it's better to say that the yamen is colluding with local ruffians and scoundrels, and together they searched for money from the common people.

Just when Chen Yuanyuan felt desperate, she could only watch helplessly that the little donkey she depended on for survival was snatched away by the shopkeeper with green hands.

Li Mian happened to bring Pheasant Nu and Yun Niang to the vicinity, and saw a group of tall and strong men surrounding Chen Yuanyuan, yelling something, as if trying to embarrass her.

Li Mian frowned and walked over: "What are you doing?"

The voice of this sentence is not loud, but it is the only voice that speaks out of justice, so that Chen Yuanyuan, who is in despair, finds support.

Chen Yuanyuan looked back, it was Li Mian, her only friend in the capital.

With the help of my own family to speak, I can no longer stretch myself.

Chen Yuanyuan sobbed softly: "They insisted on snatching away the little donkey from my slave's family, saying that it was their filial piety for this month."

(End of this chapter)