"They are collecting a bug."

Karan looked into the distance along the direction of the main road, and from the growing number of farmland on both sides of the road, it was not far from Faralin.

"Word? What kind of bugs should be collected and what should I do?" the woman asked with curious eyes flashing and hesitantly.

Her eyes were blue-gold, and her slightly tender face showed simplicity and innocence, which looked very deceptive, making people think that this was a newly grown girl.

But in fact, she is already in her thirties.

Of course, if someone dares to mention this in front of her, even Karan will inevitably roll his eyes.

Women care very much about their age and privacy, and are very happy to maintain this state in front of them.

Karan pointed to the hat on the woman's head, which was a brightly colored red yarn top hat.

On the small, breathable translucent mesh hat, it can also be decorated with delicate flowers that are fake and real.

"A kind of small insects living on the cactus, they can be used to make red dyes, brightly colored, naturally, and very expensive, so some people specially cultivate them."

"The dyes they made can not only be used to dye clothes, but also painters' favorite rouge."

The woman was a little surprised, took off the gauze hat from her head and looked at it, with an incredible expression on her face, staring at Kalan opposite her: "Is there any dye made of insects..."

Karan smiled and nodded: "It's normal. The royal purple that your royal family likes the most is a dye made of a bone snail shell, which you should be familiar with."

The woman frowned, and a little disgusting expression appeared on her face: "Don't mention that, every time I wear that color of clothes, I can smell a rotten smell of sea. I don't know how my brother and father can tolerate it."

She said as she waved her hand gently in front of her nose, as if she wanted to dispel the non-existent smell.

The woman pulled a bell in the car.

In the convoy, the leading carriage stopped by the roadside and led the entire convoy to stop.

The carriage opened, and Karan watched the woman get out of the carriage, speechless.

"Your Highness Princess, where are you going?" The guards were already shouting anxiously.

Karan also walked out of the carriage, watching His Royal Highness step over the ditch excitedly and jump into the fields skillfully.

Fortunately, she was wearing casual clothes instead of gorgeous skirts.

Two guards next to him quickly followed.

In fact, this scene has been staged many times on the road, but the guards accompanying him did not dare to be negligent at all, and followed him while shouting.

This fourth princess Sofia is not only young, but also has a very young mentality, but she is not young...

From time to time, some trouble will be caused, which will make the accompanying guards frightened.

Karan watched her run behind two twelve or thirteen-year-old children, staring at the people who used wood chips to collect parasites on cactus.

I saw many white spots like silkworm pupae growing on the green cactus. The children were scraping off the white spots with wooden pieces, collecting red insects the size of rice grains inside, and then carefully putting them into the linen pocket at their waists to keep them active.

Before professional production, if these bugs die, the quality of the dyes produced will inevitably be greatly reduced.

The price is naturally very low.

This season, children who are all referring to this income to supplement their household income and buy some necessities for themselves will never dare to neglect them at all.

However, cactus has thorns, and children must be very careful in their movements.

If you are stabbed by an ordinary cactus, you will only cause some blood and it will be painful for a while.

The key is that the thorns of this cactus are quite toxic.

Although it is not fatal, the burning pain is really unbearable, and it often takes about a week to relieve the swelling.

The pain caused by cactus may be gritted and you can endure it. The main reason is that once you are injured, it will affect your actions and you can no longer continue to catch insects and make money.

This is a loss that these kids can never bear.

Even though the princess is wearing casual clothes, she is still out of place with ordinary people.

Several children also understood that this lady had a noble status.

The young man who was leading the way quickly stopped his work and pulled the others up and saluted respectfully.

Although it was a bit unstandard, the other children could react and all looked at the young and beautiful princess with a respectful look.

Sophia was absurd by nature and didn't care much about etiquette. She asked the boy: "Can this bug make dye?"

"Yes..." The boy nodded a little crampedly, and then his eyes fell on Sophia's head.

“Is this the color?”

Sofia noticed this detail clearly, took off her hat again, and smiled and asked for verification.

The boy nodded again with some restraint, pursing his lips but not daring to say more.

"Can you show me how these bugs are made into dye?" Sofia asked curiously.

The boy covered the cloth bag around his waist, which was a little bit difficult.

Their work has to be assessed every day to collect cochineal insects. A little waste will directly affect their salary.

Moreover, pigments consume very much raw materials. The insects collected in one day and the dyes produced are probably not enough for the dyeing amount of that hat.

"Don't make things difficult for others, Sophia. From insects to pigments, it requires a series of tedious craftsmanship."

Karan followed up slowly and persuaded warmly, "They are just children who rely on picking insects to make a living."

Sofia turned around and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I thought you would use bugs to make pigments!"

Who knew that the leading boy said with some dissatisfaction: "Who said I can't!"

"Brother Dutch does make rouge red. Yesterday, another adult from the city came to ask him for advice." The youngest and shortest girl on the side immediately plucked up her courage to speak up and said.

Seeing the eyes of several people gathered on him, Dutch suddenly felt a little regretful.

Although the lady in front of her was not a lady in terms of behavior, the plain clothes she wore were made of silk and high-quality linen!

Dutch, who has experience in dyeing cloth, easily recognized this precious material.

Silk equivalent to gold was actually used as plainclothes by her!

Moreover, the price of the rouge-red hat she held in her hand was probably dozens of gold coins.

In addition, the old man next to her who looked very kind but showed a calm temperament in every move, which shows that this lady's identity must be extremely noble.

Dutch suddenly felt a little worried.

Who knows if these adults will be as easy to talk to as the gentleman yesterday?

Although slavery has long been banned, the nobles still have an insurmountable class gap for the common people.

The civilians who offend the nobles are like ants that can be kneaded...

Even if a person is killed, at best, it is to lose some money.

Besides, the lives of poor people like them are not worth much money at all.

At this moment, another carriage slowly stopped on the side of the road.

The simple carriage has no decoration, it is the most common hired carriage in the city.

Compared with the luxurious fleet, it seems a bit shabby.

However, the young man who walked out of the car lit up Dutch's eyes.

"Brother Dutch, it's the lord yesterday!"

...

Martin looked at Mr. Karan in the shade of the oak trees, his face full of surprise.

"Mr. Karan, when did you come back?" Martin asked in surprise.

"Just arrived." Karan pointed to the convoy outside, then looked up and down Martin, with unrestrained relief in his eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something, but realized that the occasion was not suitable, so he closed his mouth again, but still looked at Martin with that joyful look.

"You... know each other?" Sophia also looked at Martin curiously and asked.

"Who is this?"

Martin glanced at the girl, and when he thought of the badge on the convoy, he immediately had a guess.

While nodding slightly, he asked respectfully: "This should be His Royal Highness, I wonder which princess is?"

"Fourth Princess, Sofia, your observation ability is very sharp!" the girl introduced herself openly.

Of course she also realized that it was her convoy that exposed her identity.

Of course, she had already arrived at the territory of Faralinburg, and with Mr. Karan following her, she did not want to hide it.

The fourth princess?

Shouldn't you be in your thirties?

Martin couldn't help but look at Sophia again.

Her skin is tender, her expression and tone are like a newly grown girl...

However, thinking that the age of the third prince did not match his appearance, Martin couldn't help but guess whether this was the special ability of the royal family?
To be continued...