HLnovel Chapter 952 It really was a chance encounter.
Chapter 952 It really was a chance encounter.
The people of Yue also hope that there will be more people like this who regard money as dirt.
They even privately helped the student gain fame, praising him for being kind-hearted, caring for the people, and benevolent.
Unfortunately, no one followed his example anymore, which disappointed the adults, but it was expected.
In this world, if a disaster strikes somewhere, it is impossible to provide relief solely through the conscience of the wealthy.
The right approach is for the imperial court to provide effective solutions.
It's not that the rich are not kind-hearted, but rather that there are few kind-hearted people who ask for nothing in return.
Anyway, the disaster relief work was done well, and the Lord of Yue received praise and rewards. Although he was not promoted, it was enough to make him happy.
The elder Yue didn't hide anything and mentioned Qin Yan in his memorial.
Therefore, the emperor praised Qin Yan, saying, "He is a promising young man."
Qin Yan's reputation spread instantly.
Before even entering officialdom, he could already earn the emperor's praise; such a person is sure to have a bright future.
How enviable! Why isn't it our own nephew or niece who's so successful?
Overall, today's morning court session proceeded relatively smoothly.
As soon as the court assembly ended, Qingyan returned to the East Palace to change his clothes, as he was leaving the palace today.
Physician Xing said that if he gets caught up in a certain emotion, he should look at the scenery and clear his mind, and he will naturally feel better.
To relax, we went to Liuyang Peak, which has unique scenery.
Then, I "bumped into" Fang Nanzhi at the foot of the mountain. It was all fate, without any deliberate intention.
Fang Nanzhi was dressed particularly warmly today, wearing a light pink padded jacket and skirt underneath, paired with a snow-white cloak, making her stand out from afar.
This outfit was styled by Qian Fengping. Having been in Beijing for so long, her aesthetic sense has improved considerably.
Fang Tong, on the other hand, knew that his daughter wasn't staying home in the freezing cold but was going hiking and enjoying the cold wind. He felt that his daughter wasn't quite right in the head.
However, he didn't say it out loud because of Mr. Deng's example.
He wanted his daughter to wear something thicker, a thick cotton-padded coat and trousers, and preferably a gray robe on top, which would be windproof, durable, and dirt-resistant, making it convenient for playing in the snow on the mountain and rolling around in the snow.
Qian Fengping rejected it.
Don't they see who they're hiking with? They're all dressed in drab, dusty clothes, making them look bad.
Wear nice clothes, wear expensive clothes, and if you get carried away and snag something, it doesn't matter, you can just sew it up later.
Fang Nanzhi has grown up. What little girl doesn't like to look beautiful? It's rare to see her dressed up so pretty, and she's happy about it.
"Sir, has the snow on this mountain been cleared?"
Fang Nanzhi was surprised.
The continuous heavy snow, coupled with the cold weather, meant that the snow wouldn't melt at all. And since there were no Taoist temples or Buddhist monasteries on Liuyang Peak, and no one lived there, who on earth specially cleared the snow and made a path?
Before Mr. Deng could answer, Xie Lang spoke first.
"You're making a fuss over nothing. The snow scenery at Liuyang Peak is famous in Beijing. Every year, local people are paid to clear the snow and open the roads."
Fang Nanzhi didn't mind his tone at all; it was just that he was always so awkward, to everyone.
"The money spent by the imperial court?"
"It's the Eighth Prince."
Xie Lang glanced at her.
"The Eighth Prince loves to come to Liuyang Peak and is always very generous."
Fang Nanzhi nodded, understanding.
She had never seen the imperial court's money was tight, but she had heard her father complain about it a lot. Every month, on the day the sweater shop settled its accounts, several officials from the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of War accountants paid special attention to it, and not a single penny could be missing.
Therefore, one should not be willing to spend money on such trivial matters.
However, the Eighth Prince, though acting in his own self-interest, also provided the local people with a way to earn money during the winter.
"Hmm, the Eighth Prince is quite the tycoon," she complimented.
Xie Lang was taken aback: "What is a 'tuhao' (nouveau riche)?"
Fang Nanzhi was about to explain the words she had learned from the books in the system when she heard someone call her name.
Turning his head, he saw Qingyan, dressed in white with a dark robe, walking towards him.
"Zhizhi."
Fang Nanzhi was pleasantly surprised: "Qing... cough, greetings to Your Highness the Crown Prince."
With so many outsiders around, she should still bow; she should give the Crown Prince face.
Mr. Deng and the others were slightly taken aback, and then bowed in unison.
Xie Lang and Cui Shicheng were both carefully cultivated by their families, and each of them possessed an extraordinary temperament.
But when Qingyan appeared, he had an inexplicable aura that suppressed them all.
Some people are destined to be different.
Qingyan reached out and gently helped the little girl up.
"No gift."
Then he looked at the crowd and said, "This is not the palace. I am just out for a stroll. There is no need for you to stand on ceremony."
Only then did everyone get up.
Qingyan returned Mr. Deng's disciple's greeting: "Mr. Deng."
Mr. Deng pushed him away, saying he couldn't accept the honor; he had never taught the Crown Prince.
After glancing at his simple-minded disciple, Mr. Deng seemed to understand something.
"Your Highness, what a coincidence! I'm also taking my students mountain climbing. Why don't we join them?"
Qingyan, of course, would not refuse, and nodded slightly in agreement.
As the group went up the mountain, everyone except Fang Nanzhi restrained themselves somewhat.
With the crown prince by their side, they were not afraid, but they felt somewhat uneasy.
After climbing only a few steps up the mountain, we saw a sedan chair by the roadside, with strong men waiting to carry it.
Fang Nanzhi asked curiously, "Uncle, how much does it cost to ride in a sedan chair?"
The man was nervous but still very enthusiastic when he saw so many young men and women.
"That depends on where Miss sits. If it's directly to the top of the mountain, it will cost five hundred coins. If it's halfway up the mountain, it will cost three hundred coins."
"And going down the mountain, if you want to ride in a sedan chair, it will cost nine hundred coins round trip."
The price wasn't low, but these men were earning their money through hard work carrying people up the mountain in the freezing cold, so it was quite reasonable.
"You want to ride in a sedan chair? I'll treat you." Xie Lang leaned closer and took out his money pouch from his waist.
Thinking that she was just a young girl, delicate and frail, it was normal that she couldn't climb the mountain.
Fang Nanzhi shook her head: "I won't sit. Besides, you're being unusually attentive; you must have ulterior motives."
Xie Lang paused, his face slightly flushed: "You wish! I wasn't trying to curry favor with you."
He turned around angrily, but didn't leave.
Qingyan glanced at him, then seemingly naturally took two steps forward and stood between him and Zhizhi.
"Where does the uncle live? Does he usually carry the palanquin at Liuyang Peak?"
His question brought Fang Nanzhi back to her senses.
The man chuckled and said, "We're all from nearby villages. Winter is the off-season for farming, and we don't have much else to do, so we come up this mountain to earn some money."
Fang Nanzhi was very curious about this.
She took some melon seeds out of her sleeve and shared them with the men.
I just want to ask people, is it possible for anyone to come up the mountain and work as a porter? Does the imperial court care?
The man felt there was nothing to hide, and said that they needed to register at the government office.
You definitely need to be a physically strong person to do it.
Then you can come, and you have to hand over 100 coins to the government every month for the money you earn.
After all, this mountain belongs to the government.
Fang Nanzhi also asked if the government would take responsibility if someone was accidentally injured on the mountain.
Of course, they didn't care. The people came voluntarily to be porters, and it was already good enough that the government agreed.
If something goes wrong, of course, the family will have to bear the responsibility.
Xie Lang couldn't help but interject, "If it weren't for the Eighth Prince's sake, the porters wouldn't have been able to get up here."