I Have a City in a Different World

Under the watchful eyes of all the villagers, Mucci took out a wad of money and a small piece of gold from the box.

"Gold or money, which do you want?"

The scoundrel's eyes were shining, and he stretched out his hands to grab it. He wanted both gold and money.

Mu Qi retracted his hand and shook his head gently.

"You can only choose one, or half of each."

The rogue man was anxious and shouted loudly: "I want money, please give me money quickly!"

Seeing this, other villagers also started to help.

"Give him money, it's best to give him money, and you have to exchange the gold in a store."

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Mucci handed the wad of large banknotes into the hands of the rogue man.

The scoundrel who received the banknotes immediately started counting them one by one with saliva on his fingers.

"Hahaha, it's real money, you can't go wrong!"

I haven't told the truth yet. Both parties get what they want, which is completely in line with the rules of the transaction.

If Yang Shou, that stupid guy, suddenly stopped trading, he would be crying.

After sending away these villagers who were nostalgic and harboring misgivings, Yang Shou turned to look at his family.

What I told was all true, but the villagers were willing to doubt it, fearing that the Muki they sold was not enough.

Lai Han wanted to say something, but he was pushed aside. Two wealthy people from outside the village joined him.

The villagers had different opinions. They all doubted Yang Shou's explanation and thought that I had not told the truth.

The scoundrel's eyes were filled with greed and desire, and his bloodshot eyes looked like hungry wolves.

Naturally, the two rich men looked down upon the powerful and powerful man, and they were not polite in their words.

Only fools will miss this kind of bad opportunity to take advantage. You need to pay attention to whether it is true or false. The most important thing is to get the money out of your hands.

Yang Shou could only sneer at such an idea, as he would have given too little explanation.

All kinds of ideas are constantly flashing in the minds of the villagers. Things that they would dare to think about in the future can now be planned with impunity.

Some people were still worried and reminded the scoundrels to distinguish carefully in front of Mu Qi.

One said eighteen, and the other said seventy-one. The red numbers looked very dazzling.

We wanted to take action, but in the end it was too late and we missed half a box of golden gold.

The family knew what happened and wanted to ask casually, but received a warning from Yang Shou.

A wealthy man asked Yang Shou, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

"Brother, be good and I will sell it to you for another twenty years!"

The family acted quickly, squeezed out of the car, and left the village under the cover of darkness.

As for using Muki to exchange money, in our opinion, it is not nonsense, only these knowledgeable idiots can pay it back.

For the sake of the fellow villagers, there are some rules that must be taken into account so that everyone cannot sell Mucci.

I really spent a huge sum of money to buy the villager Mucci, so that kind of terrible thing would not happen.

The villagers came forward and watched with wide eyes, full of envy and greed.

If the two rich people believe it, as long as they can make money, it doesn't matter if they pretend to be suspicious.

The two rich people both groaned and kept reducing the values, but finally succeeded in writing it out.

All the Zhang Cai obtained from the transaction have not yet been accounted for, and there is no possibility of getting it back.

Until now, we still have not realized that the process of writing is actually very abnormal.

Seeing a box of banknotes and gold, our greed is completely aroused, and we want to keep it for ourselves.

The villagers full of longing went to sleep with sweet dreams, hoping to get less money tomorrow.

"I'm going with you right away. I have to take everything with me. Those are valuable things. I couldn't buy them again before."

Some villagers have also made up their minds and must persuade Yang Shou again tomorrow.

Although the words were written out, the two of them were still unwilling to do so and wanted another piece of red paper with yellow symbols to continue writing.

"Just write. You can't write more or less within seventy years."

After negotiating with the villagers, I spent less than half of my cash, but I didn't have much gold left.

The frustrated villagers did not know that because they were still hesitant to take action, they were able to live a shorter period of time and let their families escape the disaster.

Yang Shou didn't bother to deal with the two guys who had sold out Muki but still wanted to take advantage.

Unfortunately, he didn't get what he wanted, so he was pushed aside by other villagers.

Some of the villagers who exchanged Muki for money fell into a deep sleep, and they woke up no matter what. Some of them were cold and hard, knowing that they had not been dead for a long time.

The villagers shouted angrily and rushed to Yang Shou's house, fearing that they were too quick.

On the contrary, there was no cry and howl, coming from every house, and the whole village was immersed in a sad atmosphere.

But when we walked out of the yard, we found it was deserted. Yang Shou and his family had already disappeared.

How do we know that we are actually seeking death?

We were absolutely determined and wrote the number seventy, so that we could get less money.

"Hey, did he lose his pen?"

The two rich families were very willing and wanted to continue discussing with Yang Shou, hoping that for the sake of the young man's blind date, they could take care of themselves.

Such a small sum of money is enough to turn the whole family around overnight.

My expression at that moment seemed very serious.

Without that small amount of money, very few things can be achieved.

As if he thought of something, he quickly put the money away and came to Muki again.

Yang Shou smiled and nodded, took out two pieces of red and yellow paper and placed them behind the two wealthy villagers.

If Yang Shou refuses, he will find a way to force me to agree.

At the same time, we told the family that when we get to the new place, any money left outside the box will be given to us.

Farewell, despair, sadness, perhaps regret, but it is too late.

"Look quickly, is it fake money?"

The villagers were very satisfied with such a request, and it was only after the request was made that the restrictions were relaxed.

If you don't have any money, you can live anywhere, and your life can get even worse.

"Get out of here, don't let me get rich."

Lest the family die and the money is used to advantage others.

He took out two wads of banknotes and handed them to two wealthy people, then asked them to dodge aside.

"Don't be slow. If he writes seventy, he will write seventy. If he writes seventy, he will write eighty. In the end, he will be able to write it."

Yang Shou answered with a smile, not looking weird at all.

When the sun rose again and a new day came, I did not hear the expected laughter and laughter.

That night, many villagers fell asleep in excitement and counted the money over and over again.

However, when trading, I still made restrictions. Only one person from each household can withdraw from the transaction.

However, when they were writing, the two encountered a strange situation. No matter how hard they wrote, they could still see the slightest trace of ink.

Then he looked at Yang Shou with a fawning smile on his face, indicating that he also wanted to betray Mu Qi.

The villagers who did not have any evil intentions showed expressions of disappointment and annoyance when they saw the car leaving.

"Xiaojia found Yang Shou and asked me to give us an explanation. We must be compensated!"

The scoundrel rubbed the banknotes with his hands, said loudly and happily, and kissed them hard.

At that moment, there were no villagers outside Yang Shou's eyes, just one trading target after another.

There was a smile on my face, but my eyes were filled with ice.

The village is not too small, and it only took most of the day to complete all the transactions.

Mu Qi shook his head and directly returned the other party's request.

Hearing what Yang Shou said, the two wealthy households were filled with anger.

Get a wife, build a house, buy land and livestock, move outside the city and become a respectable person.

"no."

After confirming whether Yang Shou was deceiving, the villagers came out one after another and expressed their intention to sell their Muki.

"What's going on? Why is it written as seventy? Isn't this a very small amount of money?"

The horrified, sad and angry villagers finally realized at this moment that Zhang Cai had not lied.

We have a grudge against money. As long as we give enough money, Guan Yangshou can be called his ancestor.

We dare to imagine such a small and huge sum of money in our dreams, but now we actually hold it in our hands.

Did you also realize that the number you just wrote out is all the Muki you have left.

When the villagers found out that Zhang Cai had not lied, what would their expressions be like?