Da Qin: Summon the sweeping monk at the beginning

The next day, early in the morning.

Lu Buwei's salt shop guys are ready to open their doors.

After more than ten days of frantic purchasing, all the salt in the opposite salt shop has been purchased by their group of salt sellers.

"Hehe, if you want to fight with Lord Cheng, it's just looking for death." His gaze glanced at the salt shop on the opposite side that did not open the door, revealing a trace of disdain, and the whole person regained his proud appearance.

"According to the instructions of Lord Prime Minister, today's salt price is fifty, humble civilian ants, hurry up and snap up." He murmured to himself, the corners of his mouth showing an indifferent arc.

The price of salt is fifty dollars a pound, which can be said to be very high.

However, in the entire Xianyang City, or in other words, the entire Great Qin Empire, only Prime Minister Cheng currently has salt.

These civilian ants can only buy salt in their salt shops.

They returned to the side of the store cheating and indiscriminately marking prices.

But

Just as the salt shop guys were ready to pack their things.

His whole person was stunned, as if he had seen a ghost.

Rumble.

His head seemed to have been smashed with an iron hammer, buzzing, and if he looked closely, his whole body was trembling slightly.

Even, his breathing became much faster, his heart was beating faster, and his whole mouth was wide enough to stuff an egg into it, with an incredulous expression on his face.

"Damn, how the fuck is this possible?" His eyes stared at the opposite salt shop, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, his expression was shocked to the extreme.

Follow his gaze.

I saw that the other party's salt spread the door.

Not only are the doors open, but they have more salt piles than before.

The fine white salt grains, shiny in the sun, look like fine salt.

"How can the other party still have salt? Isn't it already fully purchased? The salt shop guy's face was shocked, and his head was blank.

Instantly, he thought of a terrifying possibility!

As soon as he thought of this, his legs went limp, and his whole person almost couldn't stand.

This is a trap!

A trap for the Prime Minister!

His whole breathing became rapid, and he directly closed the door of the salt shop and walked towards the Prime Minister's House.

.............

Sangkokufu.

"Prime Minister, it's not good.... Something big happened...."

The salt shop guy knelt on the ground with a bang, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, his whole body was trembling, and the cold sweat behind his back had already wet his clothes.

His face was terrified, his voice was trembling, and he seemed to be able to imagine the scene of the anger of the Prime Minister when he heard the news.

Lu Buwei sat on the chair, and after hearing the words of the salt shop guy, his heart clicked, and his eyelids couldn't help but jump a little, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart before became stronger and stronger.

He forcibly suppressed the emotions in his heart, his brows furrowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "What happened?" "

"Prime Minister..... Salt shop opposite..... Today... And salt..." The salt shop guy looked full of nervousness, his voice was faintly trembling, he buried his head on the ground, his whole body couldn't stop shaking, and the cold sweat on his forehead brushed and brushed.

As soon as the words fell, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and the air froze, like an ice cave.

Quiet!

Quiescence!

Deathly silence!

The whole room fell into an eerie silence.

Suddenly-

A strong coercion spread directly in the room.

The salt shop guy who knelt on the ground suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, his hair stood up, and even goosebumps were about to rise, and his heart was beating faster, as if he was about to jump out of his throat.

In Lu Buwei's eyes, two cold rays suddenly burst out, revealing a fierce momentum all over his body, and just by looking at it, it was shocking.

If you look closely, his face is slightly |twitching|moving.

At this time, he is like a volcano that has been silent for a long time, waiting to erupt at any time.

"It's all a bunch of trash!"

He suddenly snorted coldly, directly pulled out a cold sword next to him, and swung it fiercely towards the ground.

Peng!

As the cold light flashed, the head fell to the ground.

The salt shop guy who was kneeling on the ground, his head rolled down under Lu Buwei's feet, his face still had the expression before death, and a column of blood directly gushed out from his neck.

The blood sprayed directly on Lu Buwei's robe, making his whole person look brutal and bloody.

"Sioux City little miscellaneous!"

"Ben Xiang is going to cut off your head for the night pot!" He said in a hoarse voice, his tone showed a cold murderous intent, his chest fell together, obviously on the verge of running away,

His face was gloomy, and his eyes had a deep unwillingness in them.

With his thoughts, don't you know that he has been deceived?

The other party dug a big hole and made him jump!

The other party obviously had a large amount of salt in his hand, but he deliberately created the illusion that he was about to sell out, in order to let him keep buying.

He has used all his belongings to buy salt!

This is his life savings.

Unexpectedly, it was all pitted by Su Cheng's miscellaneous!

Burst!

Lu Buwei couldn't bear it anymore, and directly spewed out a mouthful of old blood, with scarlet blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth, and even the beard on his chin was stained with blood.

In an instant, his face looked much older, and even his figure became much more handsome than before.

He never expected that this time he planted a big heel.

From a well-known businessman to a powerful prime minister, how could he have been so hit?

It was just like a slap on his face, hot and painful!

If you look closely, his body is trembling unstoppably, as if there is a flame in his heart waiting to be released.

"Su Cheng, it's really a good means!" His voice was hoarse, as if a blade had cut through the iron, and he gritted his teeth to say this, "However, the old man's means are far more than that. "

"The sky of the Qin Kingdom may be about to change..." he finally muttered secretly, and in the dim light, a layer of fierceness and coldness appeared on his slightly vicissitudes face, as if he wanted to eat people.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a sword light and shadow flashing.

.............

Xianyang, inside the royal palace.

"Congratulations to the king, the crisis of salt prices has been solved, Lu Buwei, the old fox, planted this time."

Zhang Wei knelt on one knee and said respectfully, his eyes deep with admiration.

He did not expect that in such an unsolvable situation, the master of the national teacher would be able to solve the crisis of salt prices.

It can be said that he has not only admired Sioux City, but has risen to worship.

"Oh? Tell the oligarchs quickly? "

After hearing this, Ying Zheng's whole body suddenly stood up from the throne, his face was full of shock and surprise, and his dark ears flashed with essence.

At this time, he did not have the majesty and calmness of being a great king in the past, and you can imagine how excited he was.

Even, when he heard the news, his heart beat violently.

You know, once Lu Buwei instigated the people's hearts and caused chaos in Xianyang, he would inevitably choose to bow to Lu Buwei and become a puppet of the other party.

At this time, how could he not be excited to hear that the salt price crisis had been resolved?

"King Hui, the national master is really a great talent," Zhang Wei first sighed with admiration for the national teacher, and then continued: "The national master did not know where to find a large amount of fine salt, and spread the salt on the opposite side of Lu Buwei's salt shop, the most surprising thing is that the price of fine salt of the national master is only five dollars. "

"Oh? Just five cents of fine salt? When Ying Zheng heard this, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

You know, five dollars of fine salt, but even the cost can not be recovered.

He was patient, with an interested look on his face, and continued to listen, wanting to see how the master of the national teacher solved the salt price crisis.