Ten coins.
Ten thousand and a half taels.
The price is equivalent to nearly 400 pigs for treatment.
Master Zhao's high-priced reward spread from person to person throughout Shu County in a short period of time, and it is even spreading at an extremely fast rate.
What administrative notices, what lists, what rules, all of them are incomparable to ten thousand dollars.
The governor Wen Weng was right. In this era, the only people who made money were the big salt merchants, the big smelters, and the princes and kings who occupied the mineral veins. The wealth of other people was extremely limited.
This is not only the case in Shujun City, but also in other cities.
Extremely primitive productivity and extremely primitive business practices make it difficult for money to circulate quickly, and those who occupy resources have a lot and have no way to spend money.
Mr. Zhao's ten dollars made Zhang Xuezhou envious, and he was even more irritating to others.
On this day, the most talked about thing in Shu County City was the ten coins.
Almost everyone is crazy for these ten dollars. If it were not for their limited abilities, the threshold outside the county governor's house would have been broken.
But even so, the crowd outside the county governor's house was bustling, and many people were watching the excitement to see which lucky person would take away the money.
It was not until evening that the spectators slowly dispersed.
"Master Sheriff, look at it, alas!"
There were many people from Shujun City coming to see the excitement, but no one dared to step forward to reveal the list.
The more well-known Wang Er Mazi and Jiang Shenyi both died with their wings folded, and many people knew that this was not easy money.
It's enough to cure Zhao Liang, and ten thousand dollars will not be missing.
It's not a big problem if you talk nonsense, and you won't suffer if you don't take money.
But if we try to treat Zhao Liang with only half a bucket of water, and make Zhao Liang's condition even more serious, this can't be said to be a catastrophe.
Mr. Zhao's family runs a well salt business. He is not a big salt merchant but a medium salt merchant. He supplies almost all the salt in Shu County.
The other party does not need to use administrative power or violent means to retaliate. As long as they do not sell the other party's salt and prohibit others from purchasing or sharing it, this is a trouble that is difficult to resist for the people of Shu County.
Not eating salt not only means a lack of taste, but also a lack of strength over time, resulting in a limp and sick body.
This kind of soft knife is more frightening than the power of the sword, so no one dares to try it blindly.
No one revealed the list for a whole day, and Mr. Zhao kept sighing.
"Exceptor Zhao, we have posted the list, and sooner or later someone will come to take the list," Wen Weng comforted, "Zhao Liang is in good health and will not die in a short period of time."
"well!"
Mr. Zhao sighed deeply.
The people did not fight against the officials, even if he was a big family. He even tried every means to send his children to the county governor's house, seeking dual political and economic power to ensure the prosperity of the family.
But Mr. Zhao did not expect such consequences.
Zhao Liang's martial arts skills are undoubtedly not among the top ones in Shu County, and his real strength only belongs to the mid-range level.
But it is difficult for Mr. Zhao to imagine how the county lieutenant, who only has the duty of maintaining public security in Shujun City, could end up like this.
He sighed, but he couldn't blame Wen Weng, even Zhao Liang suddenly went crazy while eating, and even struck Zhang Shu with his sword.
If Zhang Shu hadn't treated him in time, the Zhao family would have been in a lot of trouble.
"Thank you, Lord Sheriff. I will take Zhao Liang back home first. If anyone reveals the name, I hope the Lord Sheriff can let him come to our Zhao house quickly!"
"It's natural!"
Wen Weng responded.
When four thick-bodied servants carried Zhao Liang out of the Sheriff's Mansion, he couldn't help but sigh, and then took Zhang Shu out of the Sheriff's Mansion to the Trap Supervision Office.
"This is ten guan of money. Mr. Dong, you have learned one hundred and forty-eight arts, but none of them can exorcise evil spirits and suppress madness?"
"You have asked me ten times," Dong Zhongshu said helplessly: "There is one more thing. Thanks to your grant, I have added the doze technique and the Feng Shui acupuncture technique. I have now learned one hundred and fifty techniques."
Seeing that he couldn't get the money right in front of him, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but sigh.
After he repeatedly reminded him, Dong Zhongshu gave him a thumb-wrench and told him all the techniques he had learned, which made Zhang Xuezhou give up.
"Your methods don't seem to be very good!"
After treating Zhao Liang's condition in exchange for ten pieces of money, Zhang Xuezhou studied Dong Zhongshu's techniques.
In the end, he felt that Dong Zhongshu had various spells, but few of them were actually used in spell duels, and there were few great spells that could determine the outcome of the world in one fell swoop.
"Why, have you ever seen other people's skills better than mine?" Dong Zhongshu asked curiously.
As a master of the supernatural realm, this was the first time Dong Zhongshu saw a monk who looked down on him so much.
The technique derived from his magical power realm is wind technique. The wind blade in his hands shows a variety of striking methods, and it also has the ability to strike quickly. Dong Zhongshu did not expect that even his proud abilities would not be able to support it.
Zhang Xuezhou had no need to attack him. This was obviously because he had witnessed better spells, and even those who had stronger spells like him had this feeling.
"I've seen a spell master whip up wind and waves and fly hundreds of miles away. When he falls, it's like stepping on a staircase. The strike of the spell can peel skin and bones in a short time. The condensed wind blade..."
Zhang Xuezhou and Master Yufeng met for a short time, and the other party died very quickly.
But Zhang Xuezhou must say that Yufeng Zun is the strongest wind player among the monks he has ever seen, and the opponent's wind skills should be better than Dong Zhongshu's.
"What happened to the condensed wind blade?"
Halfway through Zhang Xuezhou's words, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart.
He doesn't even have the ability to fly. If someone who is good at magic can do what Zhang Xuezhou said, the opponent's magic strength is indeed stronger than his own.
The wind blade that Dong Zhongshu is good at is also very unique, and he also wants to hear what kind of style the opponent's wind blade shows.
"When his condensed wind blade collapsed, he not only cut himself into a skeleton, but also killed a solipsistic monk, seriously injured a solipsistic monk, and almost killed two little trash!"
If it weren't for the special circumstances, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Master Yufeng would not die so easily.
But if Zhang Xuezhou were to tell how powerful Master Yufeng's wind blade was, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't tell. After all, he had never seen the normal power of the other party after condensing mana.
"What you are talking about is wind evil. This dead monk is probably from the Zhuangzi school of Taoism. This sect is top-notch in wind magic, and few other schools can match it." Dong Zhongshu hissed: "Then Zhuangzi, the founder of the school, is even known as the immortal land god, and there are many reports that he is still alive."
When Confucianism, which wanted to be inferior in everything they learned, met Zhuangzi's school of thought, which pursued the ultimate development of Feng Shu, Dong Zhongshu was unjustly beaten.
Hearing that the other party was dead, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help feeling regretful.
"Is the immortal land god very powerful?"
"Awesome, that must be awesome. He can't beat others, but no one can beat him..."
Dong Zhongshu muttered some past events and rumors, and mentioned that Wen Weng knew more about Zhuangzi's affairs.
When the two of them talked until late, Dong Zhongshu yawned and returned to the room.
"No one is really energetic!"
Looking at Dong Zhongshu who was exhausted and had to rest, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was too energetic to fall asleep.
But since Bigu San was made, he had nothing special to do at the moment.
Thinking of Wen Weng who was patrolling and guarding the snake, Zhang Xuezhou picked up a lantern and rushed over happily.
Before reaching the city wall area where Wen Weng was stationed, Zhang Xuezhou saw a figure in coarse cloth coming in the dark street, also carrying a lantern.
"How to get to the Sheriff's Mansion?"
A low voice came, and Zhang Xuezhou saw the other person's head raised.
A piece of white gauze was tightly wrapped around the opponent's head, revealing half of his old face that looked like tree bark.
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the lantern the other person was holding, then at the bamboo stick he was holding in his left hand to explore the way, and then at the other person's blind eyes.
It was strange to meet someone rushing around at this time, but it was normal to meet a blind man lighting a lantern. After all, it didn't make much difference to the blind man whether it was day or night.
"I have a good cure, which may be able to cure Mr. Zhao's illness!"
Not hearing Zhang Xuezhou's response, the blind man explained in a low voice.
His explanation made Zhang Xuezhou a little excited.
Zhang Xuezhou does not expect that he can solve Zhao Liang's condition. If Zhang Shu and Zhao Liang hold a banquet together after they recover, he will be a thank you gift.
"You have found the right person, I know where Mr. Zhao is!"
As a person who cares about Zhao Liang's condition, Zhang Xuezhou not only knows where Zhao Liang was lying before, he also knows where Zhao Liang is lying now.
He had nothing to do and wanted to chat with Wen Weng, but Zhang Xuezhou found that he couldn't spare any time now.
