The carriage stopped at the corner of Flea Bottom.
Corleone opened the door, jumped out of the car, then turned around and extended his hand.
Marga Li lifted up her skirt, stepped on the pedal, supported his hand and got out of the car, then raised her head and looked at the street in front of her.
The streets are bustling with people coming and going.
Stevedore dressed in coarse short-brown cloth carried goods and squeezed past them. Middle-aged women wrapped in headscarves carried baskets and bargained in front of the stalls. Barefoot children darted through the crowd, chasing each other and laughing loudly.
The air was filled with the aroma of toasted wheat, the fishy smell of salted fish, the pungent smell of bad wine, and some indescribable smell that belonged only to the poor.
But the streets here are very clean.
The stone road has been swept, the stalls are arranged neatly, and there is no business occupying the road. Even in the corners, there are no piles of junk.
"Corleone-sama!"
A surprised voice came from the side.
Marga Li turned her head, and a middle-aged man selling bread stood up from behind the stall, waving to Corleone with a smile on his face.
His apron was stained with flour and his face was streaked with white, which made him look a little funny.
"Sir! Why do you have time to come here today?"
As he said that, he quickly picked up a piece of freshly baked bread from the stall and handed it over with both hands.
"Try it! It's freshly baked and still hot!"
Hearing this, Corleone took a look at the bread. It was baked golden and had a few sesame seeds sprinkled on the surface. It was indeed very tempting.
But he didn't reach out to take it.
"Old Tom, didn't you say last time that your daughter was getting married?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then a smile spread across his face.
"Yes, yes! The wedding will be held next month! Thanks to the work you arranged for me, I have saved enough for my dowry!"
Hearing his answer, Corleone nodded.
Betrothal gifts are not popular in most places in the Seven Great the Seven Kingdoms. Instead, the party marrying a daughter must prepare enough dowry, even among nobles.
Just like Queen next to him.
She got married three times, and each time the Tyrell family paid a lot of money. After all, everyone she married was once a "king" in name only.
Fortunately, Hebend has strong financial resources, otherwise most people would not be able to afford to marry.
Ding~~~~
A crisp sound sounded, and the bread disappeared, replaced by a Silver Stag that accurately fell into the man's palm.
"Save up more money and let that guy treat your daughter better." After that, he patted the man on the shoulder and continued walking forward.
Marga Li quickly followed him step by step and looked back at the man selling bread. The smile on his face was still as bright as the sun.
"Corleone-sama!"
Before he had taken a few steps, another voice sounded.
This time it was a woman selling fruit, she was in her forties, her skin was dark and rough, and her hands were covered with calluses.
When she saw Corleone, her eyes suddenly lit up. She quickly picked up a few red apples from the stall and stuffed them into Corleone's hands.
"Sir! Try it! This product just arrived this morning. It's fresh!"
Corleone took the apple, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it. "Not bad."
The woman who received the compliment smiled from ear to ear and said proudly, "That's right! I specially selected it for you to keep!"
But this time he didn't pay, but directly handed the apple to Marga Li: "Eat it, this is House of Order's own business."
She didn't refuse and took a bite. It was very sweet.
"Corleone-sama!"
"My lord!"
"My lord is here!"
As they moved forward, more and more people noticed Corleone.
The salted fish seller put down the knife in his hand and waved to him.
Even those Stevedore stopped and gave way, with respectful smiles on their faces.
A barefoot little boy emerged from the crowd, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Not many, only five or six, I can't tell the name. The petals are a little wilted and the edges are slightly curled. They have obviously been picked for a while.
But the little boy's eyes were as bright as stars.
He ran to Corleone, raised his head, and held the bouquet of flowers high.
"My lord! This is for you!"
Marga Li looked down at him curiously.
The child looked seven or eight years old, thin and small, with mud on his face, but his eyes were very clean.
"What is this?" she asked.
"Flowers!" the little boy puffed up his chest proudly. "I picked them myself!"
Hearing this, Corleone took the bouquet of flowers and looked at the slightly wilted petals.
It's not easy to pick so many wild flowers in late autumn, and there are no places near Flea Bottom that bear such flowers. You should have gone out of the city to pick them.
He reached out his hand, gently touched the child's head, and warned, "Don't run too far next time."
"Understood, sir!" the little boy responded loudly, then turned around and ran away, disappearing into the crowd.
Looking at this heart-warming scene, Marga Li stood beside her. Although she had a smile on her face, she felt something inexplicable in her heart.
After all, no matter where she goes, she is the one who is loved by the people.
"You run this place well."
After a moment of silence, Marga Li suddenly spoke, her voice very sincere.
"I've been here several times since Battle of the Blackwater Rush."
"At that time, I came to visit those war orphans and provide them with food and clothes. At that time, I was wearing my favorite skirt and shoes, but they were extremely dirty after just taking a few steps."
"But now, I don't have to worry about them getting dirty."
As she said that, she raised her head and looked at Corleone.
"How did you do it?"
Corleone was silent for a while and did not explain. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed at the exquisite leather boots on Marga Li's feet.
"A good pair of shoes shouldn't get dirty." As he said that, he pointed to the street in the distance.
"The former Flea Bottom was like a stain on the expensive shoes of King's Landing."
"I actually didn't do anything. I just cleaned the shoes and showed them how they should be. That's all.
Hearing this, Marga Li looked at him.
Corleone said it so lightly, as if it really was nothing.
But she is not a fool like Cersei. She clearly knows how much it takes to turn a slum of 40,000 people from chaos into order.
"Let's go." At this moment, Corleone continued to walk forward.
Marga Li followed and looked down at her boots. They were indeed very clean, not even a speck of dust on them.
She raised her head and looked at Corleone's back.
This man.
It's really interesting.
The two of them continued walking forward.
At the end, turn into a narrower alley. In order not to block the sun, this alley is lined with low houses, and there are densely packed clothes hanging at the door.
This is "Laundry Alley".
As the name suggests, there is a group of women here who clean clothes for others, as well as bed sheets and quilts and other things. They are specially planned and managed by Corleone, which can increase efficiency.
Suddenly, there was a noise from the front.
It was a woman's voice, sharp, angry, and tearful.
"It's not fair! It's not fair!"
"I've been working for a month, why don't you give me wages?"
Then another voice sounded, equally sharp, but younger.
"That's right! You are not fair at all! Why should you bully others!"
Hearing this movement, Marga li's eyes suddenly lit up.
Lively!
She likes to watch the excitement most.
High Court Rose said nothing, excitedly lifted up his skirt and walked forward quickly.
Seeing this, Corleone shook his head and had no choice but to follow.
But it's not surprising. Although this woman is well versed in the art of playing both sides, and is now called Queen, she is just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Maiden.
If he were in his previous life, he would probably still be in high school at this age.
Looking at Marga Li's back, Corleone couldn't help but picture the other party wearing a loose school uniform and doing the second set of broadcast gymnastics.
... Just forget it.
He shook his head, walked quickly and walked side by side to the corner of the alley, where there was a slightly open space.
I saw a group of people watching the fun in the middle of the open space, and three women stood in the center of the crowd.
One of them was wearing gray coarse cloth, about forty years old, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was crying profusely, wiping his tears with his hands while crying.
"I have worked hard for a month! I come every day! I work harder than anyone else! Why don't you give me money in the end!"
Her voice was sharp and harsh, and spread throughout the alley.
Standing next to her was a young woman, probably in her early twenties, very beautiful... and very special.
She has long blond hair and blue eyes, but her skin is bronze. It looks like she grew up in a place that is hot all year round.
Dornishmen?
Corleone frowned, but didn't think much about it. After all, as Ring of Order became more and more famous, people from different places around the world came to Flea Bottom every day to have fun.
At this moment, this Dornish woman was speaking for the middle-aged woman with a face full of indignation.
"That's right! Why! She has to be paid after she has done the work!!"
"You deny the poor people their wages. Isn't this bullying the honest people?"
As she spoke, she waved her arms, as if she was about to hit someone without giving an explanation.
Disputes between women always attracted attention, and the excitement in Marga Li's eyes was even more intense. She raised her eyes and saw that the person facing the two people's accusations was a man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, tall and slender, with long maroon hair hanging on his shoulders.
That's...
"Sansa Stark?" She exclaimed in a low voice and turned around instinctively, only to see Corleone standing next to her.
"That's right." Seeing the surprise in Marga Li's eyes, Corleone explained matter-of-factly, "After divorcing Tyrion, she has been living in Flea Bottom."
"But she said she didn't want to live in vain, so I asked her to take charge of the day-to-day management of these washerwomen."
Hearing this, Marga Li nodded and looked again at the the North girl who was once as innocent as a child.
She was wearing a simple gray long skirt with a simple belt tied around her waist. The skirt was very ordinary and the fabric was not expensive, but it had an indescribable temperament on her body.
If she had encountered this kind of situation before, she would have been at a loss, but now she did not flinch even when faced with accusations from two women at the same time, but seemed very calm.
She looked completely different from the first time he saw her.
"She learns very quickly." Corleone spoke at the right time.
Hearing this, Marga Li nodded, but did not say anything. She just wanted to see how Sansa would handle this matter.
"Have you cried enough?"
Sansa's voice was calm, with a sense of businesslike indifference. The crying middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and her crying stopped abruptly.
She raised her head and looked at Sansa, with tears still in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but Sansa didn't give her a chance.
"You've cried enough, just listen to me."
"Laila." She called the woman's name, "How much work have you done this month?"
Hearing this, Laila's face flushed slightly, but he still said forcefully, "I... Of course I will come every day!"
"Yes, you do come here every day." Sansa interrupted, "But what I'm asking is... how much work did you do?"
Her voice was still calm, but it had a bit more pressure.
Laila lowered his head and stopped talking.
"If you don't say it, I will say it for you."
Seeing this, Sansa took out a notebook from her arms and opened it, her finger falling on a certain page.
"On September 17th, you left in the afternoon, an hour earlier than the designated time."
"On September 19th, you left in the afternoon, and you were an hour early."
"September 22, you didn't come in the morning and left early in the afternoon."
"September...
"Enough!"
Sansa's well-founded statement made Laila feel a little unreasonable, but she immediately raised her head and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I... I didn't mean it, my son... my son was sick, and I had to go back to take care of him!"
Hearing Lysa say this, the Dornish woman next to her immediately stood up and helped.
"Yes! How can you do this when there is something wrong at home? It's so unhuman!"
As she spoke, she stared at Sansa with her big eyes, as if she were looking at some heinous villain.
Marga Li on the periphery looked at this strange Dornish woman, feeling a little curious.
Who is this guy?
He seems to be very generous, but his brain seems to be weak.
Here, Sansa glanced at the Dornish woman, said nothing, and then returned her gaze to Laila.
"Your son is sick."
"Your son is sick, so you left early.
"Yes!"
"But when you left, did you tell others, and did you leave the unfinished work to others?"
"I... I... I was anxious."
"You were anxious, so you didn't say anything."
Sansa continued to speak, but her voice was much harsher than before. "You left early. Have you ever thought about who washed those unfinished clothes?"
As soon as these words came out, Laila was speechless for a moment, but Sansa picked up the book and continued reading, "Arya, Mary, Tracy, I arranged for them to do the work that you didn't finish. For this reason, they wasted their own time."
"They helped you, but you didn't even say a word of thanks when you came back."
Sansa closed the book. "You just acted like nothing happened, and those who helped you didn't say anything."
After saying that, she took a step forward. "Laila, tell me, is this fair?"
The series of questions seemed to make Laila feel a little ashamed and unable to say anything.
But the Dornish woman next to her was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly and righteously, "Then... then there's nothing she can do! Her son is sick! Anyone else has to go back and take care of him! Those who help...
.. They didn't say anything, they all volunteered!"
Hearing this, Sansa turned her head and looked at her, her blue eyes looking like she was mentally retarded.
"Voluntary?"
"Yes! Voluntarily!"
"How do you know they are willing?"
The Dornish woman was stunned. "I... I just know...
"Have you asked them? They told you personally that they are willing to help for free?"
As soon as these words came out, the Dornish woman felt justified and stopped talking, but her eyes still stared at Sansa unconvincingly.
However, Sansa didn't care so much, and just said to Laila again, "When your son is sick, go back to take care of him. No one blames you for this."
"But when you come back, you don't say anything or do nothing. This is wrong."
"Corleone Master's rule is to get paid according to work. Everyone does the same work and gets the same money. If you do less, others will have to work more."
"You have lost five days of work this month. Those five days of work were done for you by others, so I divided the five days' reward among them."
"That's fair."