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Chapter 127 Nanshan recalls the snow on the moss ([-])
"Do you want to go?" Yan Chengguang also had a headache. When things got serious, it would be easier to use spells than just leave. Anyway, in this place, not to mention Jun Qingqing and Yan Chengguang, even Sui Pian couldn't be trapped!
"No, we can't do it casually! When we go out to do missions, we can't violate local laws, or we will be punished when we go back." Sui Pian hurriedly stopped, "Anyway, they can't hurt us, let's see if we can resolve it peacefully. "

Yan Chengguang was still a little unconvinced, but Jun Qingqing obediently put her hand down from the hilt.

"Don't talk!" Sui Pian glared at Yan Chengguang fiercely, feeling refreshed!
Call you strong!You got into trouble and you want me to clean up the aftermath for you? !

The more the officials looked at them, the more fearful they became. The three of them were nothing like ordinary people, and the long swords hanging from the waists of Jun Qingqing and Yan Chengguang did not look like ordinary objects!
But he, who has been guarding the gate of the city, has no impression of these three people at all!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the effect of Jun Qingqing's spells was weakened to the minimum.

What deserves the most attention is, after all, the focus of attention.

Some yamen servants ran to report the letter, and the leader of the yamen servants had a face of strong fear and vigilance, and even breathed carefully: "You guys, how did you bring the weapons in?! Put down the weapons!"

Jun Qingqing immediately covered the long sword at her waist, and Yan Chengguang also frowned!

In Penglai, whether you are a sword cultivator or not, the long sword hanging around your waist is a symbol of status, strength, status and dignity!
Even in the misty world, in most places, it is not mandatory to unload the sword, which means to be captured without a fight, means to surrender, and means to live forever!

This is humiliation!

"Shut up!" The yamen servant was nervous when he saw Jun Qingqing holding the sword hilt, and drew out his own long knife first!

Sui Pian secretly yelled, "Not good!"
In ancient society, it was a serious crime for ordinary people to collect weapons, let alone bring them to the street so brightly!In modern society, if someone carries a gun and a knife, even if he is carrying a watermelon knife and kitchen knife on the street, passers-by should call the police, okay? !
This is a collision of different concepts from different worlds, and there is no room for accommodation!

Taking the first step to block between the policeman and Yan Chengguang, he raised his hands and smiled all over his face: "I don't have a sword! I don't have a sword..."

Dressed in plain clothes, with a moderate figure and no weapons, she has a kind face. The point is that Sui Pian, who is female, is indeed more friendly than Yan Chengguang, who is superhuman in height and carries a control knife.

The yamen servant barely breathed out: "You..."

"This policeman, you can't be the master of our affairs. Why don't you talk about it after the chief officer who can make the decision in your family comes, okay?" Sui Pian greeted her with a smile, but her standard official words proved her The status is not ordinary!
In ancient feudal society, the accent and intonation of speech was one of the most direct manifestations of class division!For civilians who can't even speak Mandarin fluently, this Mandarin is the best deterrent!

"You guys, come out and walk to the middle of the road..." Sui Pian didn't give him the overly strong sense of oppression that Yan Chengguang did. The yamen officer's mind barely moved and he motioned for them to stay away from the crowd.

At the same time, I did not forget to take the copper coins that the vendor insisted on pushing back, and put them in a cloth bag for the yamen servant behind me to hold.

Seeing the looming army on the corner of the street and the bows and arrows sticking out their heads, Suipian smiled wryly, what is all this!
Then he gave Yan Chengguang a hard look: "It's all your fault!"

"What does it have to do with me?" No matter how gentle and humble Yan Chengguang is, he can't bear to be criticized by this!

"If you don't pretend to collect the change, then nothing will happen?" Sui Pian felt that what she said was absurd. Isn't it just that you don't collect the change? As for making it so big?
Yan Chengguang was incompetent to refute, so he could only touch his nose to admit it.

Sui Pian couldn't figure it out even when she died, so she could only ask: "Send, may I ask, my companion gave the vendor some extra money, why is he so frightened?"

The street vendor couldn't explain that honestly. Giving him a little more money would be like killing him!

"You don't know?" The yamen servant looked suspiciously, but looked at Shang Suipian with sincere eyes.

"We really don't know, maybe the police can help us understand?"

Sui Pian's appearance is not top-notch, but in this place where everyone is sallow and skinny, she is really a beauty.

Appearance can always make people receive more preferential treatment. The yamen servant thought about it for a while and it was indeed not a secret. He reluctantly suppressed his temper and arched his hands. He clasped his hands upwards and explained to her:
"Bozhou Muzhou has an order. All residents in Bozhou are not allowed to drive up the price of rice and grain. If there is any violation, the income will be confiscated and a fine of three times will be imposed. If the circumstances are serious, the whole family can be executed. !
Recently, the price of all the grains is one hundred and twenty cents per catty for medium-sized rice, one hundred and fifty to two hundred cents for cooked pasta, and the steamed buns at that shop are less than one tael each, and sell for at most ten cents. You gave half a tael of silver, five hundred cents. Wen, if the price increases more than ten times, you will be sentenced to exile! "

Speaking of this, the yamen servant looked suspiciously at Yan Chengguang: "You guys are not kind, why did he offend you and want to harm him like this? Judging by your outfits, is it possible that you still want to compete with him for the steamed bun business?"

Another shot from the flying pot hit Yan Chengguang's head, making him dizzy: "I just didn't want change. I gave you more money. Is it wrong?"

"Wrong!" The yamen servant said confidently, "You have money, so it's okay to buy some steamed buns and distribute them to others, but he can't make steamed buns for half a dime in three days. If it exceeds the income of labor, it should not be done, and it will encourage slippery and sneaky rape You are wrong! The rules of the Dushi Institute cannot be changed, and the order of the state pastor cannot be violated!"

"This Bozhou shepherd has such a high reputation!" Jun Qingqing was dumbfounded.

"That's natural!" When the yamen servant talked about Bozhou Mu, his dark face was full of light, "That is a good official who was bestowed on us by God! If there is no him, look outside, look outside! Bozhou can't escape that kind of military disaster!"

"But it's just a little extra silver!" Jun Qingqing was shocked. This man's attitude was as if he regarded Bozhou Mu as his savior!

"Bozhou Mu did it right." Sui Pian was also relieved, "The scene of coming all the way just now..."

Swallowing his saliva to suppress the panic in his heart, he drove the hellish scene out of his mind: "If prices are allowed to go up, the consequences will not be as slight as the military disaster there. Outweighs the cons."

"As for, as for being so serious, are you so excited?" Jun Qingqing couldn't imagine that giving a little extra tip would have such serious consequences!

Sui Pian took it apart, crushed it, and analyzed it: "The prices are being driven up, and grain merchants are hoarding money. Prices remain high, and the people cannot afford rice. When the food stored at home is exhausted and people die of hunger in the fields, only the rich families have abundant grain. It will inevitably lead to civil unrest and attack the wealthy households with food reserves.

When there is a riot, corpses are everywhere. The leader of the mob, who is often poor and suddenly rich, must be extravagant and dissipated. Scraping the ground like locusts crossing the border, he will only be more vicious and violent than bandits and bandits. The repeated see-saw of military disasters, within half a year, the starvation and death outside is a lesson for this place. "

"That's right." Amid the sound of armor colliding, a standard mandarin sounded.

(End of this chapter)