After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

However, most of the people who can squeeze outside to listen to books are ordinary people.

Those who have some status and some money are all in the teahouse.

Fang Tong and his daughter squeezed for a long time and sold more than ten pounds of chestnuts, with half a basket left. He was no longer in a hurry.

Selling in bulk was not the goal, so his gaze fell on the teahouse again.

After thinking about it, he took his daughter and hid next to the old man selling fruits.

The old man looked up, frowned, and first looked at the things in their baskets. He was relieved to see that they were not fruits.

Just don't steal business.

Fang Tong grinned at him, grabbed a handful of chestnuts and handed them to him: "Uncle, please try some."

The weathered old man was very cautious and refused: "No, I don't have any money."

Fang Tong smiled even more honestly: "Uncle, it's free, please try it. We are from the countryside, and this is our first time setting up a stall. We want to make a good relationship with you."

After hearing what he said and looking at the fair and pretty girl squatting next to him, the old man believed it a little.

Plus, chestnuts do have a sweet smell. The old man took it and tasted it: "Wow, what is this? It's delicious."

"Sugar-roasted chestnuts, homemade stuff."

Fang Tong chuckled.

The old man was very knowledgeable about the ways of the world. If you eat something from someone else, you have to pay it back. He glanced around and picked up the smallest apple from a stall and gave it to Fang Nanzhi.

"Girl, try the fruit from Grandpa's house and see if it's sweet."

Fang Nanzhi smiled sweetly: "No thanks, Grandpa."

Before the old man could speak again, Fang Tong took over: "Uncle, you're welcome. We have a small favor to ask you for."

The old man's face instantly turned stern. He just ate a few chestnuts, and he owed someone a favor?

Subconsciously shirking: "I'm too old to help you..."

"Uncle, it's not a big deal. If someone in the teahouse calls you and asks you to buy some fruit, you can give them a handful of our chestnuts. If the customer likes them, please recommend them to me. If the customer doesn't ask, you don't have to mention it specifically."

Fang Tong smiled.

Don't ask him why he didn't just go in and find the owner. First, the teahouse was busy and the owner might not be that easy to see.

Second, this was his first time in the provincial capital and he was unfamiliar with the place, so it would be better for him to act with caution.

The old man understood and frowned, wondering: "The chestnuts that were given away..."

You won't ask me to pay, will you?

"If I said it's a gift, then naturally it doesn't cost any money."

Fang Tong acted very generous, but in his heart he advised himself that you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing the child.

With his words, and the fact that the old man had tasted the sugar-roasted chestnuts and found them to be delicious, he thought they would not affect his business.

The old man agreed.

After a while, a waiter in the teahouse called people and asked for apples and pears.

The old man hurried over to deliver the fruit, put it away, and said carefully: "Sir, these are the sugar-roasted chestnuts that my younger generation made. Thank you for taking care of your business. This is for you."

Well, there were six plump chestnuts on the small plate.

I can't bear to part with any more copper.

Someone waved his hand and asked him to leave without caring.

Some people looked at it curiously and asked: "How do you eat this?"

The old man said: "Just peel the shell and eat it."

When the old man came out of the teahouse, no one came to buy chestnuts from him, so he felt there was no hope.

When he saw Fang Tong, he kindly advised: "No, young man, try somewhere else."

"It's okay, uncle, I'll try again. Business can't be rushed."

Although Fang Tong appeared to be very generous, he was still nervous inside.

However, this thing sells well in teahouses. I have tried it in the county town.

Fang Nanzhi no longer cared about this matter. She was standing on tiptoe with her hands clasped together, looking around and listening to the storyteller.

"There's a great nobleman in Huai'an Prefecture, Prince Deyi. Everyone knows him, right?"

The storyteller talked freely on the stage.

The people below all responded in unison.

How could I not know? Prince Deyi's fiefdom is here, and half of the taxes in the entire Huai'an Prefecture belong to the Prince.

"Some time ago, the prince of the Prince's Mansion was playing polo and got into a fight with someone. He fell off his horse and broke his leg."

"The Prince's Mansion invited famous doctors from all over the city. All the doctors, big and small, went to take the prince's pulse. After feeling the prince's pulse, they all shook their heads and said, 'No, this bone is broken in two places, and there's a splinter stuck in one of them. It's not going to work.'"

"Oh, this wooden thorn was stuck in the tree after the prince was thrown away."

"The prince was immediately worried, and the princess cried all night. She wanted to take her servants, carry her son to the carriage and return to the capital to seek treatment from the imperial physician. She also announced that if anything happened to the prince, they would divorce."

The people in the audience became interested.

"Is this true? Can the prince and princess still get divorced?"

"This has nothing to do with the prince, right? Or is it that the prince is too naughty?"

The storyteller did not stop them. He waited until they had almost finished talking before shaking his head and sighing as if it was a serious matter.

"You don't know, there's a reason behind the prince's injury! The concubine of the Prince's Mansion also has a son, the eldest son, but he's a concubine's son."

"The young masters who played polo against the Crown Prince are all close friends of this half-brother."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people in the audience became even more excited.

They love to hear stories like this: brothers fighting each other, husband and wife fighting each other, hehe, the more private the better.

"Was it the eldest son of the concubine who ordered this? If he kills the eldest son, how can he inherit the title?"

"Shhhhhh, are you trying to save your life? How dare you say such a thing?"

"What are you afraid of? If someone really intervenes, the storyteller will be the first to be arrested."

The storyteller is telling the secrets of the Prince's Mansion so openly, of course he is not asking for money at the expense of his life.

He has a backer.

On the third floor of the teahouse, in the best private room.

There sat a young man and two young men.

Strangely, the boy sat in the main seat, while the young men sat on his left and right.

The young man on the left, wearing a green robe, picked up the cup and drank the wine in one gulp, looking very free and easy.

He glanced out the window and said with interest, "They say family disgrace should not be made public, but the prince is quite open about it."

Opposite him, the young man in a blue brocade robe smiled with a smile that barely reached his eyes: "What are you afraid of? I'm open and honest."

"I'm afraid the concubine and your half-brother will be very angry." The man in green said lightly.

The prince didn't react at all.

If you do something wrong, you will always have to pay the price. Besides, he did not do this for the concubine and half brother.

He didn't even take them seriously.

"If the prince makes trouble, you can come to me." Shi Junyan's voice was indifferent on the main seat.

A look of respect appeared on the Prince's face. "I'm sorry to trouble you... Cousin, I can still handle this little matter. Since you have decided to rest in the countryside, we will not disturb you easily."

Shi Junyan said nothing more.

He likes quietness, and everyone who knows him knows it.

Downstairs, someone else wants fruits.

The old man hurried in, put it away and was about to leave.

Someone at another table called out, "Old man, what are these chestnuts called? Do you have any left? How much are they?"