Back Off, Let Me Come

Kangguo, Fengluo.

Although Kangguo and the Southwest Allied Forces were fighting fiercely, the country was still peaceful, and the capital Fengluo was even more prosperous. The prices of grain shops and cloth shops not only did not rise wildly, but also dropped by one cent. Fruits and vegetables fluctuated a little, but not much.

A young scholar stopped at the door of a grain shop.

His eyes fell on the sign of today's grain price hanging.

"What a handsome young man, do you want to buy something?" The errand boy didn't dare to drive away the young man because of his attire, and whispered to the boss that such a big man had been standing at the door without buying anything, which affected the business.

The boss rolled her eyes and waved her hand to signal the errand boy to do his own work. She would send this person away, with a warm smile on her face. As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. If you want to make money in business, you must not only have good quality and low price, but also give enough emotional value.

The young scholar pointed at the sign.

"Is this price for this year's new grain?"

In other areas, the grain price is three times that, and even three times is still not enough to buy grain. Whenever there is a war outside, grain merchants will take advantage of the chaos to raise the price, and the price can even be as high as 20 to 30 times. This place is the capital of Kangguo, and it is really strange that the grain price is so low.

The boss laughed and said, "How can it be new grain? The farmland in the capital has not yet reached the harvest time, and this batch is all last year. Although it is not new grain, the production area is in Heyin, and it is of the best quality. It can be cooked with simple firewood and smell delicious."

"Top quality?"

The boss laughed and said, "It is the best."

The young scholar was obviously not concerned about the evaluation of grain, but something else: "I am a foreigner, and I have been traveling all the way here. I heard that Kangguo is fighting with the southwest, and the soldiers on the front line cannot do without food. Why is the grain price in the country so low?"

The boss said blankly: "Low?"

The young scholar: "Very low."

Seeing this price, he wanted to engage in speculation.

But the boss said: "The price has already risen due to the war this year."

As he said that, he sighed.

Although Kangguo was frantically building bridges and roads, transportation still relied on cattle and horses. Ordinary people had limited range of activities. Merchants could travel farther, but Kangguo had a vast territory. The boss had never been abroad in his life and didn't know much about other countries.

She did hear her parents talk about the high grain prices in other places.

If she traded, she could make a lot of money.

However, she couldn't get the goods if she did that.

"The cost of buying goods is more than 30% higher."

The young scholar: "..."

No, when did the grain merchants have such a thing as conscience?

Didn't they all make a fortune by taking advantage of the war?

He was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't say this in front of the boss, but chose to test it in a tactful way. Unexpectedly, the boss waved his hands, and his young face of fifteen or sixteen was full of fear: "This is not possible, this is not possible. You look handsome, but why are you so evil?"

The young scholar said that the grain prices in some places outside were sky-high. If she had a channel to collect a batch and sell it there, the profit would be terrifying.

The boss's reaction surprised him: "My lady, aren't you moved?"

"Not at all."

Seeing the young man's confusion, the boss thought that the other party was a foreigner who came to study, and a sense of responsibility and pride arose spontaneously.

He patiently explained the reason to the other party.

Opening a grain shop in Kangguo requires special official qualifications.

Grain merchants who have obtained qualifications cannot collect grain from ordinary people. They must go through official channels. The purchase price is stable and the quality is guaranteed. Except for Grade A rice, other grades are not allowed to be sold across states. The first time it is found, a fine and warning will be imposed. The second time it is found, the sales qualification will be directly revoked. Of course, small-scale transactions among the people are not affected, as long as they do not exceed the quota.

There are also standards for price increases and price reductions in grain shops.

If it exceeds the standard, the common people can complain.

The young scholar frowned: "... So, the output of farmers' fields should be given to the government first? Merchants cannot collect on a large scale? What kind of strange reason is this? Isn't it the government that decides how much to collect?"

"My dear, that's not the reason."

The boss doesn't understand the tricks of the government, but she understands merchants.

Merchants traveled from north to south, and had more information channels, so they were sensitive to grain prices. Those unscrupulous merchants falsified the weight when collecting grain, suppressed the price, and delayed payment. Of course, it doesn't mean that the farmers were completely innocent.

Some farmers sold inferior products as good ones in order to make more money, which was a small matter. Some unscrupulous ones directly soaked them in water or added stones. When merchants came to collect grain, the grain on the outside was good, and those deeper inside were not checked or checked carefully, so they might be cheated.

When the government collected taxes, they collected grain by the way, paid the silver to the farmers, and the grain merchants collected grain from the government, which saved trouble for both parties. As for whether the government was corrupt, wasn't that all the business of the royal court? The common people didn't understand anything else. They just knew that the grain shop had sufficient supply and stable prices, and they could buy it as long as they wanted.

The young scholar still found it incredible.

With the question in mind, he presented the visiting card he had prepared long ago to the gatekeeper of Qifu, and left his current residence. The night was getting darker, and the nightlife in the capital had just begun. The young scholar looked at the crowds of tourists on the street, and heard a shadow whispering in his ear.

"Why are there so many widows on the street?"

I wanted to ask when I saw the grain shop owner just now.

She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she had a widow's bun.

As more people walked on the street, more and more women with similar bun styles appeared, from thirteen or fourteen to thirty or forty. Although the buns were plain, the clothes were bright and exquisite, which looked very awkward. The young scholar did not answer, but asked all the way to a mansion garden. He looked up at the plaque on the main gate, and his eyes suddenly understood. The shadow beside him also followed his gaze and looked: "Your sister's house."

This is exactly Lin Feng's residence.

Not long after, a carriage drove from a distance and stopped at the main gate. A middle-aged man in official uniform got off the carriage.

The shadow looked carefully: "He looks a bit like An Zhi."

The young man said: "He is the fourth uncle."

Father's fourth brother, his fourth uncle.

Judging from this posture, Lin Chao should have just returned from duty at the government office. Lin Feng has to support his great-grandfather, and the fourth uncle Lin Chao also has to respect the old man. The family simply lives together, and the grandfather and grandson can take care of each other. Lin Feng went to the front line, and Lin Chao stayed in the capital.

The shadow looked at the mansion with lanterns hanging high and sighed.

"This house is magnificent and worth a lot of money."

The location of the place they found to stay was not good, but the price was not low. After asking around, it was basically the same price. It is said that except for a few officials who were given houses and bought houses early, other officials in the capital rented houses, and the rent was not cheap.

Fortunately, the official salary also included a rental subsidy.

The young scholar watched Lin Chao go in and turned away.

"Anzhi, don't you want to meet your fourth uncle?"

"No need, it will only cause trouble."

After having a casual dinner at a restaurant on the street, he returned to his room and saw someone waiting for him at the door with a carriage. The decoration on the carriage was the same as that of the Qi Mansion, and the identity of the owner was obvious.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, my master invites you."

The young man nodded: "Thank you for your trouble."

Qi Shan just got off work and came home when he saw a visiting card with the logo of the Gods Association. He looked at the signer, raised his eyebrows, and immediately ordered someone to pick him up. He wanted to see what the Central Branch wanted to do.

The first time he met the young man, Qi Shan thought he looked familiar.

There was an old friend between his eyebrows and eyes.

"May I ask your surname?"

"Lin, Lin Su, courtesy name Anzhi."

Qi Shan suddenly remembered why this surname was familiar.

"Where is your ancestral home?"

"Lingzhou."

"What is the relationship between Mr. Lin and the Lin family of Lingzhou?"

"That's our family."

This verified Qishan's guess. He is indeed a relative of Lin Feng. This person came from the Central Continent, and the Lin family did move to the Central Continent. Since he is a member of the Lin family, why did Lin Su come to his place instead of going to the Lin Mansion to recognize his ancestors?

Thinking of the content of the visiting card, Qishan's eyes darkened.

"I wonder why Mr. Lin came to visit?"

After a busy day, Qishan just wanted to wash up and go to bed quickly.

Although the weather in Kangguo was good and there was no major incident, there were a lot of trivial matters, and he had lost two circles of weight during the time he was appointed as the regent. He was on duty as soon as he opened his eyes, and dreamed as soon as he closed his eyes. If the master and others did not come back, he felt that his life would end at a glance. Regent was such a boring and hard job, Qishan could not help but pity Qin Li, Gu Chi and Chu Yao in those days.

How did these people survive?

He didn't experience the pleasure of holding power, but he learned to worry like an old woman. If he hadn't practiced well, his white hair would be comparable to Chu Yao's after a period of time.

Naturally, he didn't want to intrigue with LYB from the central region.

Straight to the point!

If he can't say anything, kick him out immediately!

Lin Su saw the impatience under Qi Shan's seemingly kind face, and also got to the point: "It's because of the matter mentioned in the visiting card. When I checked the general library of the Gods Association, I found that Qi Zhushe had read the content related to "cloning."

Qi Shan didn't even bother to pretend to be kind after hearing this.

The dark eyes were filled with coldness, as if Lin Su was a dead person in his eyes: "Why do you ask this, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Su said: "Because, I am also investigating."

Qi Shan looked at the other party silently: "Are you investigating Qi?"

"Of course not." Lin Su didn't want to give Qi Shan an excuse to get angry, so he clarified the misunderstanding, "I have a close friend who died for some reason. I heard that the secret scroll of the main society recorded the method of resurrection from the dead. But I have never had a clue. I accidentally learned that the Qi main society also has the same need. That's why I traveled thousands of miles and took the liberty to visit the main society."

The word "close friend" controlled Qi Shan for more than ten breaths.

He woke up from his memories: "Your close friend?"

"Yes, it's me."

A third voice sounded in the house.

The voice came from an illusory figure.

Qi Shan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the shadow gradually emerging in the air in disbelief. Seeing a ghost in broad daylight... No, it's already night. He quickly calmed down and asked the ghost.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The ghost-like phantom smiled bitterly: "Maybe, a ghost?"

Lin Su said: "He looked like this after his death."

Qi Shan: "..."

He had never believed in ghosts and gods, and felt that his worldview was about to collapse.

There are really ghosts in this world?

After all, he is an important minister who can supervise the country, the Minister of the Central Secretariat of Kang State. Qi Shan calmed down at a very fast speed, but his mind could not control and thought about other things-if people become ghosts after death, where is Yuan Liang's soul?

"Please help the main society, I will be grateful."

Qi Yuanliang is the main society. He has come into contact with more secrets of the Gods Society than him, and the libraries between the branches are not interconnected. Maybe there is more critical information in the northwest? Regarding cloning and resurrection, Qi Shan will not make any progress if he does not believe it.

Unexpectedly——

Qishan said regretfully: "I can't help you."

Lin Su's first reaction was disbelief: "Why should the main club be wary of me? I am not here to represent the Central Club... If the main club can help, I will never refuse any mission in the future as long as it is within my ability and does not violate loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness!"

Qishan said: "Cloning does not mean resurrection from the dead."

Lin Su wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Qi Shan.

The secretary of Kangguo Middle School showed a rare gentleness and patience, and said slowly: "To be honest, your experience is somewhat similar to mine in my early years. I also lost a close friend, and the biggest regret in my life is also him. If only there could be a person in this world. A life is worth a life, I am willing to exchange him for the human world, let alone a 'clone'?"

His words are sincere, even people who don't know him can hear them.

"You run for your best friend, just like I did back then. With this in mind, if I could really help, how could I refuse you?" Qishan also regarded "cloning" as a life-saving straw back then, "But it's not a resurrection technique. , that is just using the body of your best friend to give birth to another independent individual with the same bloodline. To put it bluntly, it is a newborn without any memory..."

The shoulders of the young man in Taoist robes relaxed, and he actually felt happy: "An Zhi, I just said there is no such thing as resurrection. I am a man, and I am still a dead man. My body is rotten into bones. How can I give birth to a child of my own?" come out?"

This is completely unrealistic.

Unlike his relaxed rejoicing, Lin Su had a stern look on his face.

The young man who saw the shadow could not help but feel frightened.

"Even so, it's better than nothing." Qi Shan used Shen Tang's words to persuade him back then to persuade Lin Su, but Lin Su didn't accept this trick. His obsession was heavier than Qi Shan's, "So what if it's not him? What about the newborn? ? The road must be walked step by step!"

Taking this step will at least bring you closer to your goal.

Seeing his stubbornness, Qi Shan did not stop him.

It's just that the other party wants help, and Qishan can't help it.

He had a premonition that if he got involved, he would definitely fall into the trap of egoism and become paranoid. He didn't know what he would do. In the words of the Lord, literary scholars are a group of lunatics who appear to be able to take care of themselves and have a functioning brain, but may develop psychosis once keywords are triggered. It is not a disease to say it is a disease, but it can kill people if it is committed!

This gate cannot be opened!

Qishan expressed his polite refusal, and Lin Su pursed her lips and remained silent.

Just when Qi Shan thought that the other party had given up, Lin Su reached out and took out a small accessory from her waistband, and pushed the accessory in front of Qi Shan. When he took his hand away and Qi Shan saw the accessories clearly, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning! It was a jade with a double fish tail, and the jade pattern was engraved with the Qi family crest that Qi Shan was very familiar with.

"This is……"

Qishan's throat was choked and he lost his voice.

Shouldn’t this jade be buried with its owner in the holy land of mountains and seas? Why does it appear here? Why?

Qishan's eyes widened and his fingers trembled, not daring to touch it.

It seemed like it was a piece of fragile glass.

Lin Su's faint voice sounded next to her ears: "Qizhushe, do you think this thing looks familiar? It should belong to your close friend?"

PS: Sigh, some lessons require a fine to be remembered long. A relative got into a car accident with someone and didn’t know how to deal with it. He talked verbally with another victim and then drove away. The other person called the police and he became a fugitive┓(`)┏

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