Martial Sage

The three people who realized afterwards rushed out.

When I stepped out of the elegant room, I suddenly discovered that the tumultuous noise of the drunken fairy building had disappeared at some unknown time.

The three people looked at the hall on the first floor in unison.

The desk that was originally full is now empty, and the pottery bowls and chopsticks on the table are scattered all over the floor.

Inside the clean wine shop, there is already a mess.

The three of them looked at the hall that seemed to have been looted, and they suddenly lost their color in shock.

The loud noises, footsteps, and shouts from outside the street filled the ears of the three people.

Ahu rushed downstairs first and pushed open the half-covered door.

At the entrance, the pedestrian hurried away with the cloth bag, urging the relatives behind him incessantly.

Some women simply took their children and rushed to their homes.

This scene is comparable to a grand festival scene. What is different is the expressions of the people.

Not as festive as it was during festivals, but rather worried and anxious.

Fatty looked at the crowd running on the street and muttered.

"How could this happen? We only drank for an hour in the restaurant."

After listening, Ahu stomped and said.

"What are you waiting for! The monkey is right! Hurry up and grab food!"

Before he finished his words, Ahu rushed into the bustling crowd and ran towards his house.

Heizi and Da Pang, who stood at the entrance of Zuixianlou, looked at each other and joined the turbulent flow of people.

As soon as Ahu returned to the mansion, the lady handed two cloth bags and muttered.

"When is it, you just come back, go to the West Market and see if there is any food left!"

Ahu didn't have time to think, grabbing the cloth bag and ran to the stable.

After only two steps, the lady's annoyed voice came from behind.

"Don't you feel faint! There are more people on the street than ants. How long and how long will it take for you to get to the West Market?"

Datang has a sturdy folk customs, and the lady Ahu is no exception.

This scolding immediately suffocated Ahu's figure, turning his head like running away from the house.

Taking this cloth bag to the West Market, Ahu was really stunned by the scene in front of him.

In front of each grain shop, densely packed with people, like a long and twisted dragon, winding through this huge market.

The noisy crowd was full of discussions about the war.

Ahu moved slowly with the long dragon.

Listening to the discussion in my ear, I only hate that when I heard the news, I couldn't make preparations earlier.

When he was upset, the long dragon in front of him suddenly dispersed many people, and the sound of scolding was endless.

"This dog stuff surnamed Zhu, relying on the abundance of the granary at home, actually sits on the floor and starts to raise the price. It's really not wanting face!"

"It's worthy of the surname Zhu. It's not enough to eat fat head and big ears, and my heart is black!"

"This kind of large grain-producing family that made war fortune should suffer a thousand dollars and get into the pan."

From these curses, Ahu could already understand.

This surnamed Zhu was originally a relative of the dignitaries in Chang'an City, and his subordinate Qianqian Liang Tian, ​​enjoyed the title of "Zhu Bancang" in the imperial city.

The so-called Zhu Bancang meant that this person's food accounted for half of the food in the entire imperial city.

At this time, the war was tight, and naturally this grain became a hot commodity.

Of course, the food in the official warehouse can also help the people.

But this is not the time of war, and the people are not without food. They are just hoarding in their own warehouses for peace of mind.

As a group of people left, Ahu suddenly opened up in front of him.

Suddenly, he moved a lot of distance, and Ahu didn't know whether he should be happy or worried for a while.

After waiting for a long time, I finally saw the plump face. Across the desk, Ahu took out five baht and handed the cloth bag.

After a while, Zhu Jiafu Ding threw the cloth bag out.

Looking at the half-filled cloth bag, Ahu was taken aback for a moment and questioned.

"Why is there only half a bag?"

Hearing that, the fat middle-aged man at the other end of the case smiled disdainfully and said.

"This is not what it used to be. If you want, you will take it."

"If you don't want it, this money is not rare for me."

While talking, the few strings of five baht money were suddenly thrown out.

In the tinkling sound, he fell in front of Ahu.

Ahu suddenly became angry, pointed at that greasy face, and sternly rebuked.

"Raise prices and make a fortune of war! Are you not afraid that the government will catch you?"

The figures in the case stood up danglingly, glanced at the wooden sign hanging on the wooden pillar next to him, lifted the brush, added a stroke, and suddenly turned the grain family upside down.

A voice of disdain came slowly.

"Government?"

"The chaos of the court nowadays is a mess. Where can the government still want to control us ordinary people."

A pair of fat hands hung the tag on the wooden pole again, the fat body slowly sat down, squeezed into the seat, glanced at Ahu diagonally, and said lightly.

"I'm still saying that, buy. Take it away! If you don't buy it, just put it down for me."

Staring contemptuously at the small eyes on the seat, Ahu didn't hit him with anger, and clenched his fists secretly.

But seeing the two rows of swordsmen standing on both sides of the hall, Ahu still held back.

"What's the matter with you? So long?"

A urging sound came from behind.

Then, the noisy voice sounded again.

"If you don't buy it, hurry up! Still wasting other people's time in a daze."

"That's right! It's nothing more than buying it. What kind of food prices are you going to raise? Is this trying to harm others?"

"Hurry up, go quickly..."

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!