No one is good, no flowers are red, and things are impermanent. Who would have thought that the once glorious prime minister of Qin, Gan Mao, would now be so desolate? Pushing a light cart and slowly walked past a luxurious house. He turned his head and looked at the high walls and doors of the house in a daze, sighing.

"Mother, what are you looking at?" Ganluo looked up at the high door of the house and thought to himself, why would his mother look at the mansion in a daze every time she passed by, sighing.

"Nothing." He turned around, with gentleness in his smile, and even more speechless strength. Ganluo is still young, so when he grows up, let's tell him about his life experience. "Ganluo, has my mother taught you to memorize the book?"

"I've been remembered!" Gan Luo never saw his father in his memory. He was dependent on his mother He and was very filial. His mother asked him to recite the letter, but he did not dare to rebel at all. "Mother, I will recite it to you. Guangdong, if you read the ancient sages in the world, they are the first of all sentient beings, observe the opening and closing of yin and yang to name and destiny; know the door to survival and destiny, plan the beginning and beginning of all kinds, understand the principles of people's hearts, see the changes, and guard the door to their door. Therefore, the sages are in the world, from ancient times to the present, and have the same way..."

The light ches were gurgled and the childish voice was misty. He was very pleased to hear it. Ten thousand taels of gold were not as good as a volume of classics. Although the Gan family was in decline and lost their land and houses, they at least passed on a classic. It is said that Gan Mao had just handed over such a volume and used it as a treasure of family heirloom. Thinking of his husband's death, he repeatedly explained that the key to revitalizing the Gan family. In this book, He did not dare to be negligent. When Gan Luo was a little sensible, He began to guide Gan Luo to learn to read and endorse. Gan Luo was sensible and clever since he was a child. He learned some words from He. In front of the Xianyang Palace of Qin, the high gate issued various laws of Qin. Gan Luo often went there, and there were legal officials to answer and scholars discussed it. Gan Luo actually learned a lot.

No one would have thought that this child who often comes to sell candied haws was a descendant of Gan Mao. The Gan family fell for decades. After King Wu of Qin, Gan Mao was excluded by the Leliji and could not return to the Qin political arena.

"Show to verify, pass it!"

In Xianyang, the market has inspected He's business certificates. He pushed a light cart to his stall. Ganluo brought a small stone, fixed the wheels, helped He hold up the millet and grass sticks, and inserted one candied haws after another. Before Gan Mao became rich, his life was also in a down-and-out manner. He once made a living by buying candied haws in Yingdu, Chu. When the Gan family fell into trouble, He picked up this craft again.

"Sugar haws are not sweet, no money, it will make you refreshing and sweet, and you will feel good all day!" The late spring sun, even at noon, does not feel hot, but makes people feel extremely warm. In this era, except for a few noble families, people have not had the habit of having lunch. There are so many people coming and going in the market, and some people are always hungry and cannot eat. It is good to eat something to satisfy your hunger. When Ganluo called to drink, some people started drooling.

When you are hungry, eating something sweet will greatly relieve your hunger.

"Give me a bunch!"

"I'll have a bunch too!"

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After a while, a long line was lined up in front of He's stall.

Unexpectedly, the market more than two thousand years ago was so lively and so standardized. With Meng Yi, Meng Tian looked around and looked around. Usually, he didn't need him to buy anything at home. This was his first time to visit the market. The street was very wide and could accommodate four carriages side by side. On both sides of the street, there was a row of shops neatly. The vendors run by small books stayed in open-air stalls, which were lively but not chaotic, bustling but very orderly. Thinking of the market in later generations, occupying roads and blocking traffic, Meng Tian felt that this ancient market seemed well organized.

"Brother, look, the one selling candied haws is there!" Following the direction of Meng Yi's finger, Meng Tian saw He's stall. The bright red candied haws were bathed in the sun, emitting an attractive light. The woman smiled, handing the candied haws to the guests, while collecting money for change, and someone exchanged the goods in her hands. The child beside the woman shouted, what a warm mother and son.

Meng Tian sighed in his heart that women of this era have not been bound by Confucianism, and have shown up in public and do business, especially in Qin. As long as they do not violate the law, no one will take care of you. If the law is not prohibited, it is allowed. Detailed legal provisions allow people not only clarify their behavior, but also limit the government's arbitrary behavior. If someone jumps out to criticize others with morality, they will only be regarded as a clown.

When Meng Tian and Meng Yi rushed to He's stall, there were five people in front, and Meng Tian honestly lined up behind the line.

"Brother, will it be our turn?" Meng Yi tilted his body and stared at the candied haws one by one, and was very anxious.

"Whether there is or not, you still have to queue up. Do you want the market supervisor to come and whip you?" Meng Tian did not expect that the Chinese did not have the habit of queuing in the 21st century, but they could line up in a regular manner more than two thousand years ago. No wonder, almost all the Qin people were soldiers, and long-term military training and order have become the subconscious of the Qin people. In the army, they lined up to eat and collect supplies, and naturally developed the habit of queuing. When the habit was formed, it was internalized into part of people's quality. Occasionally, those who committed trouble disrupted the order and did not dare to be arrogant after being whipped a few times.

"Get out of the way, you can get out of the way!" When it was Meng Yi's turn, and there was only the last string of candied haws, a noise suddenly came. Meng Tian turned around and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old man, dressed in luxurious clothes, followed by two servants, and walked over with arrogant steps.

"I'm talking about you. What are you looking at? I haven't seen a rich man before!" The young man sniffed and snorted with disdain on his face, "Where did the wild boy come out of it! Get out of here!"

Ah, Meng Tian looked unhappy and thought, where did the evil young man come from? The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds. In order to obtain military merits, the Qin nobles have high overall quality, and there are not ruled out that there are a few scums. Looking at the boy in front of him, he has a bodyguard, his clothes are inlaid with silk edges, and his face is full of arrogance. He must be the scum of a noble family in Xianyang City. In order to experience the life of ordinary soldiers, the Meng family usually wears simple clothes and eats very simple. The Meng family does not want the children of the Meng family to go to the military camp, but they cannot bear the suffering of the military camp. Seeing that Meng Tian was dressed cleanly, but was simple and unpretentious, and there were no bodyguards around him, he regarded him as a child from a small shop owner in the market.

"Fat man!"

"Hey, young master?" Behind the young man, the guard with a slightly round figure smiled flatteringly.

"I want the last string!"

"Okay, I'll get it for you!" Fatty Dun walked up with a swagger, squeezed Meng Yi away, stretched forward with one hand, "Get it!"

Meng Tian felt angry and reached out to steadily hold Meng Yi's body. He was about to come forward to argue that the woman selling candied haws was speaking. "This guest official has regulations for the market to come first and then arrive. This young man arrived first, and this string of candied haws should be sold to him."

"Ha, what little boy?" The young man tilted his head and squinted his eyes, very disdainful, "The untouchables are untouchables. Can the young master be called casually? I think it's almost the same to call him Shuzi."

"You are the sage, your whole family is the sage!" The sage was a swearing person. No matter how good Meng Tian had a good temper, he couldn't help it. If he didn't offend me, I wouldn't offend me, and if he went out, he wouldn't read Japanese books, why was he so unlucky that he met a person like Gao Yanei.
Chapter completed!