Zhao Xueli walked quickly towards Zhao Yuanji, and Nie Shuang also looked into the village. Before, the Zhao family asked him about the village at the foot of the mountain, and he guessed that the Zhao family might want to buy something in the village.

"Wait for them," Nie Shuang looked at the Yachao, "It's not easy."

"Mr. Nie," said Yama, "or I'll tell the villagers that if the relocated people want to buy things, they should try to get as little money as possible." It would not make people feel that the people in Ningzhou took advantage of the situation.

As soon as the Yamashi finished speaking, he saw many villagers in Qianjia Village greeting him. The villagers had many baskets in their hands, all filled with things.

This is……

The yamen was also confused.

What's the situation? I've bought so many things at once?

Nie Shuang was also a little surprised.

What was even more surprising was that Zhao Xueli was watching the villagers deliver baskets of things, and sweat broke out on Zhao Xueli's forehead.

Who are these for?

Could it be for them?

Don’t tell him that these were bought by the fourth brother and Luo Yang. How much money would it cost? Look at the villagers’ faces full of smiles.

Zhao Xueli was even more unsure.

The person who sells your stuff smiles at you, his face is full of words, and I hope you will come back again, which gives people the feeling that... it is expensive to buy.

Zhao Xueli thought about it in her heart and immediately asked Zhao Yuanji: "These are..."

Before Zhao Yuanji could speak, the villagers next to him spoke, "You bought them all!"

Zhao Yuanji nodded proudly: "Second uncle, we have bought a lot of things. My sister is amazing, right?"

Because he was too happy, Zhao Yuanji did not notice the cold sweat flowing down his uncle's forehead. He also smiled and said to the people in Qianjia Village: "This is my sister's father."

The villagers said one after another: "Is it Luo Jie'er's father?"

"Sister Luo is really good."

"You are going to Taozhou? How tired are you going along the way? Otherwise, keep Sister Luo in our Qianjia Village!"

"Who is yours? Don't be blushed."

Everyone laughed for a while.

Zhao Xueli thought this statement was a bit strange. He has never said that who is who is who is the son or daughter? This time it turned upside down.

Moreover... they also knew their daughter's name, and they were so enthusiastic, as if they had known each other for a long time.

In the past, Zhao Xueli liked to hear others praise her daughter, but today he felt like he was holding a rabbit in his arms, and he was a little panicked in his joy.

"These things..." Zhao Xueli looked carefully and found that there were rice, coarse grains, and eggs. In one of the baskets, there were two old hens with bald butts.

This kind of old hen soup is the best for nourishing the body.

Zhao Xueli seemed to understand a little. He didn't want to buy so many things back, but he probably had to sell them. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but then he became nervous again. The fourth brother and Sister Luo didn't know what the price of the market here, and would it be expensive?

These villagers don’t look like bad people, but Zhao Xueli was a little too alert after just after the bandits.

Just as he was thinking, Zhao Xueyi's voice came: "Second brother, are you here? That's right, we have bought good things, but the money we brought is not enough, you still have to get four guan and forty-three cents."

Zhao Xueli didn't know how much the two of them had spent before, but less than five jin of money was much less than he expected.

"Do you have money?" Zhao Xueli looked at his fourth brother. He only had dozens of money in his pocket all year round. This time he was in trouble with bandits, and my mother didn't give them money.

Zhao Xueyi touched his head embarrassedly: "It was our mother who gave it to Sister Luo."

Zhao Xueli opened his mouth. He knew that his mother had put a lot of money on Sister Luo, but she was afraid that everyone would be chased by the bandits and they actually spent the money.

The fourth brother and Sister Luo were together, and both of them became more courageous.

Last time the two of them killed the bandits together, but this time they ran out to spend money. I don’t know what to do next time? Shouldn’t they let them go out together?

Zhao Xueli was interested in asking how much money they spent on things, but unfortunately there were too many things in front of him, so he didn't know where to start.

"Old Mrs. Qian."

The yamen came hurried over and saw the old lady Qian who was supported by Zhao Luoyang at a glance.

Lord Nie of the Wuwei Army was still beside him. The yamen were afraid that the relocated people would suffer a loss here, so he really couldn't explain to Lord Nie, so he hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

The yamen walked to Mrs. Qian and couldn't wait to speak: "Are these sold to foreigners?"

Old Mrs. Qian said: "It's all, it just happened that the village was short of staff and could not carry it to the city, so they were all sold to them."

The yamen's eyes flashed: "They are all relocated people. They just met bandits again, and it was not easy for them to... I don't know..."

When Mrs. Qian heard this, she understood something and immediately lowered her face. However, before she could speak, Zhao Luoyang beside her had already said: "My grandma and the others sold it to us at a low price. Knowing that we have been having a lot of money on our way, we have raised a lot of money for us."

this……

To be honest, Yacha didn't know whether he should believe it. After all, it was a little girl. Isn't it easy for so many villagers to fool a little girl?

"Don't believe it?" Old Mrs. Qian snorted coldly and looked at Zhao Luoyang, "Girl, if you can't sell so much money, you can carry it back to Grandma. Grandma will return the money you spent to you, and these things will be given in vain."

"My grandma," Zhao Luoyang smiled, "When I went to the market, if I encountered something good, I will buy some for you."

The old and the young are so intimate that they are like a family.

The yamen immediately felt that his words were redundant.

Zhao Xueli, not far away, was secretly grateful. Fortunately, he didn't ask for the price rashly, otherwise the person who was uncomfortable now would not be the yamen officer but him.

"Dad." Zhao Luoyang called Zhao Xueli intimately.

Zhao Xueli hurriedly stepped forward to salute Mrs. Qian.

Old Mrs. Qian smiled and nodded: "You have raised a good daughter, and you must take care of it, and the benefits come from having your family."

Zhao Xueli responded.

Mrs. Qian said, "It's getting late, you can go quickly. You have to go to the market for so many things to sell for a while."

Zhao Xueli took out the remaining money, and Zhao Luoyang and Zhao Yuan asked to pay them one by one to the villagers.

The villagers helped to sort out everything.

Zhao Xuejing and Ding Maosheng, who had not entered the village, came forward when they saw this situation.

Thanks to the fact that there were many people who followed him to the yamen office this time, otherwise the Zhao family would really not be able to carry it.

After leaving Qianjia Village, Zhao Xueli, who had been holding back all the way, finally couldn't help but say, "Do you know the rice price here?"

"Rice is harvested in seventy cents per bucket," Zhao Luoyang said, "Qian Amiya won't lie to us."

Seventy-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-month-

Hearing this, the Yamamaster also breathed a sigh of relief: "That's really not expensive. It can be sold at least 74 cents when carried to the city."

Zhao Xueyi smiled silly: "We only collected more than ten stones of rice alone, and Luo Jie'er also helped the villagers write letters, and earned dozens of yuan."

Zhao Xueli looked at the bamboo baskets that everyone carries. There were so many things, and at least a few cents of money, so it was so easy? Why did he feel that it was not very real?

This time, even Nie Shuang was quite surprised. He looked at Zhao Luoyang: "You still know how to read?"

Zhao Luoyang nodded: "It's not many, but fortunately, the words used in letters of the villagers are common."

After saying that, Zhao Luoyang thanked the yamen staff beside Nie Shuang for asking Old Mrs. Qian because she was afraid that they would suffer losses and was also out of kindness.

The yachao smiled and said, "Old Mrs. Qian is hard to speak on weekdays. She can sell things to you at a low price. That's because the little girl has caught her eye. Making money is also your own ability. When you enter the city, I will take you to the grain shop and ask the shopkeeper to take the rice."

Everyone spoke easily, only Shi Jiu in Zhao Luoyang's mind was paying attention to Nie Shuang through Zhao Luoyang.

Nie Shuang sighed silently: "It's all because of the bandits. I hope this time I can clean up the nearby bandits in one fell swoop."

The yamen bowed and said, "There are not only this nest of bandits hidden in the mountains. Our yamen office has cleared them many times, but unfortunately many people ran away. This time, the adults came and they also had to rely on the adults' help."

"In the past, it was because someone could not clean up," Nie Shuang said lightly, "I hope this time won't happen."

A cold light flashed in Nie Shuang's eyes. If there were still bandits in the other yamen, he would have been caught one by one.

Thinking of this, Nie Shuang laughed at himself: "Prince Yu is gone, we have been defeated many times. I hope we can do some good things, which can also make up for the guilt we feel towards the people."

When Shi Jiu heard the word "defeated", he fluctuated his emotions.

The Wuwei Army... has really fallen?

How long has it been?

Shi Jiu seemed to remember a lot at once, but the pictures were left in his mind in slightest detail, making him unable to sort out clearly for a while.

Wuwei Army, his Wuwei Army.

Prince Yu’s Mansion, Prince Yu’s Little Prince Xiao Yu.

"Prince."

"Brother Yu."

Shi Jiu's mind suddenly felt a severe pain, and Zhao Luoyang, who was carrying a bamboo basket, seemed to feel something, and his eyes suddenly turned black.
Chapter completed!