The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

The gangsters who had just caused trouble were sitting at the stall beside them, leisurely nibbling melon seeds and watching them distributing food and porridge.

The younger brother said: "Boss, what if he really took out the money?"

"Impossible, the prefect has been hiding wealth from the people, and he has little money, so he will never be able to get it out. When the time comes, we will make a fuss and take that Fang Cun away."

"The eunuch is a good man, why should we attack him, boss?"

The boss punched the younger brother impatiently, "You are stupid! The prefect has power but no money, that is different. He is a distinguished guest who came with the prince. If you rob him, you will definitely get a lot of money."

"The boss is smart! The boss is indeed heroic! Extremely smart!"

The little brothers all smiled and flattered, and together with their boss, they salivated and stared at Fangcun, who was concentrating on distributing grain.

Fang Cun, who was not far away, naturally noticed their jackal eyes, panicked, and asked in a low voice: "Gao Yang, I remember that they often go in and out of the prefect's mansion, giving gifts and flattery, why are they so rampant now?"

"They're all snakes and rats." Qin Gaoyang turned his head and looked at the gangsters, very disdainful, too lazy to put his mind on them, and continued to serve porridge, "Come on, mother-in-law, take more care."

"Ma'am, take a few more, this is for the children."

Fang Cun and Qin Gaoyang were very enthusiastic. When they saw a woman with a child on her back, or an elderly person, they would make more porridge for a few more buns. This caused the supply to be completely in short supply, and a big mouthful of porridge was almost empty.

Gan Ting glanced at the endless queue, shook his head and said, "If you divide it like this, the people behind will not get any."

Qin Gaoyang felt that what he said was very reasonable, so he brought an empty cauldron to the servant, "There is too little porridge, go cook some more."

The servant staggered to take the cauldron, wondering: "My lord, there is no more rice in the house."

Qin Gaoyang couldn't believe it, "How is it possible?"

"My lord! My lord!" The accountant ran over with a thick account book, panting, "All the accounts have been compared, but my lord also knows that there are too many people in Xianyang City, and it is enough to share some of the accountant's money. If they The lion opened his mouth wide, afraid it might be..."

"Hello! Are you the accountant of the prefect's mansion?"

The gangsters were waiting for this sentence, spat out the melon seed shells on the ground, and shouted: "Hurry up and get the money."

Qin Gaoyang raised his head, without any panic, "How much do you want?"

The boss was full of embarrassment, and stretched out his hand to pretend to do the math, "I did the math, my house burned down, and the food was gone. We have so many brothers, ten taels of gold is not too much, right?"

The accountant yelled, "Bah! One tael of gold is enough to last three lifetimes for you bastards, ten taels?! It's a good idea!"

The boss raised his fist, "No? Believe it or not!"

"pat-"

An ingot of gold was thrown and landed heavily on a pile of messy melon seed shells, which startled the boss.

Gan Ting raised his eyes and said lightly, "Get lost."

The younger brothers hurried over and gathered together to discuss, "Boss, what should we do now? Do you want to accept it as soon as you see it?"

The boss just saw Gan Ting's hand strength, knew that he couldn't beat him, and thought he couldn't embarrass himself in front of his younger brother, so he cleared his throat with a light cough, "What are you going to charge? It's a big order, and it must be done today." !"

The boss picked up the gold on the ground and shouted in a rough voice, "I think you heard it wrong. What I said is twelve taels per person."

The accountant's face turned blue, he pointed at them and couldn't speak for a long time, "You!"

The boss showed his missing teeth and laughed loudly: "I'm just asking whether you will give it or not."

After Qin Gaoyang glanced at them, he continued to distribute the buns.

My young master ignored them, and the servants even held sticks with their nostrils up in order to drive away the bastards, "Just get away with the money, don't block my young master from doing good deeds."

Those gangsters saw that the other side was going to fight, how could they bear it, the boss gave an order, "Brothers! Let's smash!"

The gangsters rushed over, the table was violently overturned, and the few hot buns were thrown to the ground. The people dispersed in a rush, and there was chaos for a while. Gan Ting held back his anger. If it weren't for the many people around, he really wanted to hit him with a hammer. past.

"It's now!"

"call--"

The red powder was sprinkled in the air, and the pungent smell made Fang Cun cover his mouth and nose and cough violently. There was also a burning sensation in his eyes, and he had to close his eyes. Before he could save himself in a piece of pepper powder, his head Someone put a sack on him, covered his mouth to keep him from screaming, and dragged him to nowhere.

Qin Gaoyang closed his eyes and hurriedly escaped from this place full of calls, coughed a few times and found that Fang Cun hadn't come out, he panicked: "Brother Fang Cun was robbed by them?!"

Gan Ting wiped the powder off his body in distaste, "They should just ask for money, there's no rush."

Fang Cun felt that he was stuffed into the carriage, and the rickety road along the way was bumpy. He didn't know how long he was sitting on his shoulders until someone tied his hands with hemp rope, and the sack on his head It was taken away.

The vicious leader stood in front of Fang Cun, grinning evilly with big yellow teeth showing, and looking at him greedily.

Fang Cun's scalp felt cold when he watched him, and he tried to struggle with the rope, but it was tied tightly, so he gave up helplessly, "What do you want to do?"

The boss was carrying a three-foot sword and said provocatively: "Don't panic, we just want to exchange you for a little wine money, isn't that too much?"

Fang Cun swallowed his saliva looking at the bright sword, and said with a kind smile, "It's not too much at all, as much as you want."

Seeing that intimidation was useful, the boss wiped his knife, "Not much, one hundred taels of gold."

Fang Cun clicked his tongue, "That's not going to work. Don't say a thousand taels. If they don't take you, they will tear up your ticket."

The younger brothers came up again, and said in a very low voice, "Boss? Is this person out of his mind?"

"Don't play tricks on me, you'd better ask grandpa to sue grandma, let the prince and Qin Gaoyang quickly save you with money, otherwise, next year today will be your memorial day!" The boss put the knife directly on Fangcun's neck.

Fang Cun thought for a while, and his face was very calm, "Well, how about you just ask them for a thousand taels, and then we'll get fifty or five cents, how about it?"

The boss did the calculations with his not-so-bright mind, and the fifty-fifty cents would be 500 taels. It was indeed a profit, but he still felt that it was too little.

Fang Cun raised his head and said leisurely: "Don't forget it, continue to tie me up, God will bless you."

"God won't bless the poor." The boss yelled, very rude, "four or six points!"

Fang Cun still raised his head, as if he doesn't care whether you believe it or not.

"It's really an eye-opener to poke the buttocks. It's the first time I've encountered such a stupid hat."

The boss cursed, "Fifty-fifty, deal!"

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