In the city, in a big house.
This place was originally the house of Li Shan's family, but later it became empty and the place became empty as well.
Ding Ergou didn't live here, and later Zuo Yizhi didn't live here either. Instead, the wealthy businessmen who fled north bought the house.
At that time, Ding Ergou was in charge. When he heard that someone wanted to spend money to buy a house, he immediately agreed because he was worried about money.
They spent five hundred taels to acquire this house.
In the lobby of the house, several people were sitting in rows. The door of the lobby was closed. There was a closed incense burner on the main stage. Green smoke was coming out, exuding a charming aroma.
A young girl served fragrant tea to everyone present one by one, then walked to the person in charge and knelt down, bowing her head and saying nothing.
"Hey, little girl, where did you get it?"
The people sitting in the row on the left looked at the kneeling servant and smiled at the person in charge: "I remember that there were no such handsome little people in your house before. Look at that white and delicate face. He is not ordinary." People."
The man in charge was a potbellied man, dressed in silk and satin. He smiled when he heard this, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then said:
"It's a coincidence that she is from the same city and has some family resources. Her brother was the only male who was forcibly dragged away for conscription and died on the battlefield. It was a good death. Her damn father was sad. Too much died, and her money was taken away by the servants, leaving this orphan girl behind. When I saw her, she was almost hungry, so I kindly gave her a bite of food, and now she has almost enough food. "
Hearing this, the young servant's head lowered further.
The person in the first seat on the right laughed and said, "It's almost good enough. It's almost good. Let's get down to business."
"Okay, let's get down to business."
The person in charge laughed for a while and said: "How does the price look like? Let me tell you first, this salt has increased to nearly a hundred cents."
"My firewood costs five cents a pound, and I have sent people to occupy the woodlands outside the city to ensure that those people can't chop wood or hunt animals."
"It's hard to control my cloth, but I finally bought some. It's almost time to buy more."
Everyone was talking about the items they controlled, and at the end they looked at each other and smiled. The person in charge cleared his throat and said: "Let's talk about the last rice grain. At present, this bucket of rice is almost 30 yuan. What's the price?" Receive it?"
"Take it, why don't you take it? It's only thirty coins. There's a war outside right now."
"Yes, there is a huge shortage of food for the war. The price of food outside has now risen to a hundred cents. If you collect the food and resell it, it will be a lot of money."
"But I heard that this Golden Immortal Sect is different from other sects. It is a kind-hearted sect. It has not allowed anyone to worship after coming here for a few days. I heard that it only needs to take care of their food and clothing expenses, and it is also He established an official government, just like Da Chu."
"It doesn't matter. The government of Dachu is also used by the lords above to restrain the mortals. Besides, which sect doesn't want to enshrine it? It's not time yet. It's really easy to just pay for food and clothing. Let's pay for it. Offer it high."
The person in charge suppressed their urge to continue the discussion and said with a smile:
"We can't control what the people above think, but when you come here, do as the Romans do. The gentlemen above want to be good people, so let's publicize more and do good deeds, so that the mud-legged people below will pray for them. When the time comes, Won't those big men above follow us whenever they are happy?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone showed understanding smiles.
Which sect does not want to worship? It's just a different way.
But no matter what, it has nothing to do with these people. No matter which sect rules here, they all need them.
There are too many mortals to handle. If you want to make offerings, don’t you have to go through them?
In comparison, controlling prices to govern a city is nothing. The gentlemen above don't care, and it's useless for the mud-legged people below to care.
This is what they have been good at doing before. Everyone here is not a prominent local figure. If it were not for fear of war, they would not necessarily want to come here.
"This plan to collect grain must continue. This time is different from the past. There is a war outside. Stock up and release it when the time comes!"
The person in charge said, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This place is great!
Food prices in other places, no matter how low they are, have a limit, but this city is different. Food prices are extremely low. To them, this is an unexplored treasure land.
It's a pity that the transportation is not very developed on the northern border, but the problem is not big. They don't transport to the southern battlefield. They control the city first. By then, the prices in the city will go up, and the money will be resold outside, and the people in the city will also make money. Let them control it.
No matter how you think about it, it’s not a loss.
Others seemed to have thought of this as well, with smiles on their lips.
"This is all a happy event. By the way, it's time to actually serve tea. You can discuss business at any time, but you can't drink good tea at any time!"
The person in the first row on the right said this and unconsciously looked at the kneeling girl with a hint of longing, and a scarlet color appeared in his eyes.
"That's how it should be!"
The voice of the person in charge became extremely hoarse and extremely depressed at this moment. It was unknown what he was holding back.
The closed lobby looked a little distorted for no reason, and the surrounding area seemed to be obscured by the smoke from the incense burner on the stage, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Ning'er." A suppressed voice sounded.
"master"
The girl raised her head when she heard the words, and was about to answer, but the next moment she was stunned. Her pupils tightened, she let out a scream, her whole body jumped up, and she subconsciously shrank into the corner.
Snapped.
But at this time, the fat hand grasped the girl's thin wrist. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free from the huge force.
I saw all the gentlemen sitting here in the lobby, their heads twisted under the lingering smoke, their mouths crooked but green-faced and fanged, and their eyes were glowing with scarlet light.
Especially the one on the main seat, the one who took him in, his already fat head looked even fatter now, like a pig. His mouth was open, his teeth were turned out, saliva was flowing down, and his red eyes were The girl stared at him, making her whole body tremble.
eager
She saw in it a desperate desire.
"Drink tea."
"Drink tea."
The others looked the same, all staring at her, mumbling something in unison. The voice seemed to have a magical power, which made the girl feel dizzy.
"Ning'er, let's serve tea."
The person in charge said slowly: "We are going to have tea."
The girl steeled herself, looked at the steaming tea cup on the table next to everyone, swallowed her saliva, and boldly said: "Master, this tea has just been served."
“Not that kind of tea, but”
The man in charge used his arms and pulled the girl directly to him. The red light in his eyes almost exploded, "Meat tea!"
He opened his big mouth and bit the girl's arm. At the same time, the others jumped from their seats, like wild beasts, lying on the ground on all fours, and rushed towards the girl with their mouths open.
"No, no!" The girl's eyes widened and she screamed.
boom! !
Just when their mouths were about to bite the girl's body, a loud noise suddenly came from outside. When the noise came out, everyone's movements were stagnant.
boom!
Immediately afterwards, the door of the lobby fell straight down as if it had suffered some huge force, causing the aroma in the hall to disperse.
"save"
With tears in her eyes, the girl subconsciously shouted, but as soon as the sound came out, she suddenly froze.
At this moment, there were no twisted, green-faced, fanged people. The gentlemen who were rushing toward him were all sitting upright. The scene just now seemed like a dream.
"Why do you close the door in broad daylight?!"
A voice sounded from the lobby.
The girl turned around and saw a group of people gathered at the entrance of the lobby.
These people have different shapes and look strange.
There was something like a little girl, laughing and jumping all the way over.
There is a person who is swaying a folding fan, with one hand behind his back. He is handsome and handsome, dressed in rich clothes, like a handsome young man.
There was also a tall and thick man, who was extremely strong and strong, like a little giant. He was holding a person in his hand, with a look of disdain on his lips.
Although they have different shapes, they all seem to be easy to mess with, but there are two who don't look so good. One looks like a beggar, wearing coarse linen clothes, with a sallow complexion and thin skin, as if he hasn't had enough to eat.
A wealthy businessman dressed up, his hands cupped together, the old god was there.
These two people were quite distinct from the others, and they looked like they were not the same person.
I saw the giant throwing the person he was holding to the ground and shouting: "I was a little polite just now, but you gatekeepers didn't let me in. Damn it, this city belongs to us!" "
She knew the person who was thrown to the ground, he was the servant guarding the door.
"Um?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a young man at the head, wearing ordinary clothes and a shawl, looking like a farmer's son, and glanced at him.
"No, what I mean is that there must be a ghost behind the closed door. Otherwise, why wouldn't we be allowed in?"
The giant seemed to have seen something terrible. His head shrank and he stuttered when speaking.
It was obvious that such a tall person felt very oppressive, but was that face showing fear of that young man?
"Senior brother, how can you come here to do something like this? You also bring your junior brothers with you. If you ask me, the third child is enough alone." Zhang Feixuan smiled flatteringly at the side.
"Yes, yes, senior brother, I am enough alone." Wang Qizheng nodded quickly.
These people are the Jinxianmen gang headed by Song Yin
There are also Yao Ningqing and Zuo Yizhi.
Originally, one person was enough, but Song Yin wanted to see who dared to hoard, so he went to the battle in person. He was alone, and others did not dare not come.
Su Yougen also wanted to come, but was held back because he wanted to sort out his household registration there.
Originally, Yao Ningqing was supposed to help, but he wanted to see how the Jinxian Sect handled things, so he volunteered to follow.
"Left One?!"
At this time, the person in the main seat recognized Zuo Yizhi, frowned and said: "I don't remember offending you, and I even hurt my servants. What do you want to do?!"
Zuo Yizhi cupped his hands towards them and said with a smile: "Hello bosses, I don't want to do anything, but the big boss wants to investigate something. You are the most suspicious, so I'm here."
Big boss?
In this hundred-shou city, there are not many people who can call them masters. They are called masters by the servants, but the one on the left can call them masters.
"Tsk, why are you still sitting here?!"
Seeing that they were still sitting, Wang Qizheng took a deep breath and suddenly shouted forward: "Brother Ge Niang, senior brothers are all standing here, why are you sitting, stand up!!"
The sound was violent, and it even brought up a wave of air, which shattered the chair under them with a snap. The moment the chair shattered, a group of people stood up one after another, with a look of surprise on their faces.
"Huh?"
When Zhang Feixuan saw this, he let out a light sigh and looked surprised.
A few mortals are quite stable.
(End of chapter)
