roccoschili Chapter 392 It's not me who's high-profile.
Chapter 392 It's not me who's high-profile.
At the dock, a group of people were unloading goods. "Hurry up! Do you still want to buy grain? If you're this slow, I'm replacing you!"
Seeing a thin, middle-aged man carrying two bags of goods on his back, and someone putting a third bag on him, Song Ruozhen couldn't help but say, "Stop putting more on him, he can't hold on any longer!"
These two large bags of goods were already very heavy. If it were a strong and powerful person, it wouldn't be a problem, but this man was very thin, with sunken cheeks and lifeless eyes, clearly struggling to hold on.
"Get out! What's it to you? Who gave you the right to speak?"
The steward chased Song Ruozhen away with a hostile expression. How dare a mere maid interfere in their affairs?
As he walked forward, he saw Chu Junting beside him. With just a glance, the manager subconsciously became more reserved.
The man in front of me was dressed and had an unusual air about him, so I said, "Who are you? This is a matter for the Xiao family. All irrelevant people should stay away."
"Puff-"
Just then, the man Song Ruozhen had mentioned earlier collapsed to the ground. Seeing that so many goods were about to fall on him, Chu Junting strode forward and kicked the goods aside.
If the goods were to fall on this person, he would surely die.
"He fainted, will he die?"
A gasp of surprise rang out from the crowd, but most people remained numb. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened; during times of famine, human life was worthless!
The foreman glanced impatiently at the person lying on the ground, spat, and said, "What bad luck! Take him away and see if he can be saved. If he can't be saved, let his family come and take him!"
"Sir, the grain has been spilled!"
The gasps from the other side were even louder, because the goods that had fallen to the ground were scattered out, and they were white rice.
Those around them, seeing the tempting rice, felt a surge of envy, and even a hint of madness welled up in their eyes.
The steward shouted sternly, "Don't move a thing! Anyone who dares to touch this grain will die here today!"
A sharp shout dissuaded the people nearby from their idea. It wasn't unheard of for someone to rob someone before, but they all ended up in bad shape. If they really did it, they probably wouldn't survive either.
Looking at the scene before her, Song Ruozhen knew without a doubt that these officials and their backers were taking advantage of the famine to profit from the suffering of the people, treating them as less than human beings.
The person who fainted was pale and thin, with lifeless eyes and a scattered mind. It was obvious that he had not eaten for a long time and had been working hard all day. This was the result of exhaustion.
Do you have a doctor here?
Song Ruozhen stepped forward and stopped the people. She saw the manager's indifference and realized that these people were not going to call a doctor for him.
If left untreated, this person will likely die.
"They can't even afford food now, and you want to call a doctor for him? Go cool off somewhere else and stay out of the way!"
The steward was already annoyed, and when he saw that Song Ruozhen, a mere maid, dared to cause trouble, he became even angrier and lashed out with his long whip!
The moment his whip lashed out, Chu Junting's sword sheath smashed directly at it.
"boom!"
The force of the blow slammed into the steward's face, causing him to fall to the side.
Song Ruozhen seemed to have anticipated that Chu Junting would protect her, so she ignored the long whip and went straight to the unconscious man. After checking on him, she took out silver needles to treat him.
Behind him, the others rushed over after seeing the manager fall, asking, "Manager, are you alright?"
The foreman's face was swollen, and with two teeth knocked out, he spoke with a lisp. "Grab them! I'm going to teach them a lesson today!"
As a group of people rushed up, Yunyang and his companions immediately stepped forward. In a short time, the rabble was beaten and lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.
"Third brother, what are you doing?"
When Chu Tianche and Ling Qian'er arrived, they saw this chaotic scene and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Chu Junting glanced at the two of them, not bothering to explain, and coldly looked at the manager: "Who is your boss?"
"You've come here on purpose to cause trouble, haven't you?" The manager looked at the people lying on the ground, feeling a chill in his heart, but thinking of his master, he said smugly, "I'm warning you, we are from the Jiang family. If you dare to ruin the Jiang family's affairs, you won't have a good time!"
"The Jiang family, is it?" Chu Junting murmured these two words, clearly intending to have a proper meeting with the head of the Jiang family later.
"You dare offend our boss in Haitian City? You're dead!" the manager grinned menacingly.
Seeing this, Ling Qian'er walked to Chu Junting's side, her pretty face showing a hint of mockery, "What Jiang family is so powerful that they can kill the famous Prince Chu?"
Just as Song Ruozhen had revived the unconscious man, she heard Ling Qian'er introduce herself as Chu Junting. A hint of doubt flashed across her clear eyes. What was this woman doing?
The reason why the King of Chu and his maternal grandfather did not reveal their identities was simply to conduct a private investigation and avoid letting the news get out and giving people something to be prepared for. However, as soon as Ling Qian'er arrived, she told them everything.
Do you think that none of them have mouths?
Upon hearing this, the steward's eyes widened in shock, his face filled with horror. "W-what? He's His Highness the Prince of Chu?"
"Not only has His Highness Prince Chu arrived, but His Highness Prince Che is also here. I advise you to confess what you need to confess, or you will suffer the consequences of concealing it!" Ling Qian'er said coldly.
"Your Majesty, forgive me!"
Everyone immediately knelt down, bowing respectfully in fear. The manager, who had previously acted arrogantly, became a timid and trembling quail.
Chu Junting glanced at Ling Qian'er thoughtfully, unsure whether she was truly ignorant or doing it intentionally.
The Ling family has been all-powerful in Pingyang City for years, accumulating a great deal of silver and weapons. Although there is a distance between Haitian City and Pingyang City, it is not too far, so she is probably very familiar with this place.
"Third brother, what exactly is going on?" Chu Tianche asked. "We're new here, so it's best to keep a low profile."
Chu Junting raised his eyes, his voice slightly cold, "I am not the one who is high-profile."
Ling Qian'er seemed to realize then that her actions were inappropriate, a look of panic flashing across her pretty face as she explained:
"Jun Ting, I'm so sorry. I only revealed my identity because I saw how disrespectful they were to you. I didn't expect it to affect your plans."
Chu Tianche waved his hand, "Never mind, it's not a big deal anyway. Everyone will find out sooner or later, so it saves us some trouble."
Chu Junting ignored the two of them and walked straight to Song Ruozhen's side, asking, "Did you get any information from them?"
Song Ruozhen nodded. The person she had saved was named Zhao Yan. He had fled from Pingyang City and was already from a poor family. He was also fleeing with his entire family, which was a very difficult situation for him.
When they arrived in Haitian City, they ran out of money and had nowhere to go, so they found a place to take refuge. They could only get a little food by carrying goods each day, which was far from enough. They were just glad that their family members didn't starve to death.