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Chapter 1118

Chapter 1118

They were stunned for a moment, and the young peddler bit the silver and confirmed that it was real silver. He immediately put the silver in his arms and said, "I'll take you there!"

Ming Lanruo bent her eyes: "Let's go!"

The eleven-year-old peddler entrusted his goods to the grandma and took them quickly towards the center of the village.

The little peddler was a little curious: "Sister, your accent doesn't look like our Miao people."

Ming Lanruo smiled and said, "My grandma is a Miao person, but I grew up with my father in the Central Plains since I was a child."

"Then you are our Miao people, not Central Plains people!" The little peddler had a good impression of the generous female guest and was serious.

"Then what are you doing with that saint?" He jumped and asked in a gossip.

Ming Lanruo looked at him and chuckled: "Are you the leader of a peddler from a nearby village? Want to get some information from me to sell?"

There are many children in Miao people's villages who are in their teens traveling around the streets and selling some news to make a living.

The little peddler didn't hide it and nodded openly: "Yes, will this sister tell me? You can choose something you like in exchange for the goods I carry on the shoulder pole later!"

A Miao sister with Han ancestry brought so many people here, but she didn't look like she was looking for medicine, but she looked like she was coming to fight.

"I can tell you what I want to do, and I don't want your stuff, but you can do something for me." Ming Lanruo raised his eyebrows slightly.

The little peddler was stunned: "What's the matter? I won't do it!"

Ming Lanruo curled his eyes and chuckled: "It's not a bad thing, it's just that you'll wait a moment, let your friends spread what you see and spread it to other villages."

The little peddler was a little puzzled: "Ah... OK."

Although I don’t know what this sister is going to do, this thing doesn’t sound like a bad thing, and it’s also simple.

The little peddler took Ming Lanruo and his group to a platform and pointed at the people in line in front of him: "It's there, those who are queuing up to buy the medicine of Lanruo Saint, and Saint Lanruo is also on it."

Ming Lanruo looked at the ethereal platform with a veil.

A slim figure was sitting on a high place wearing her favorite purple and white tie-dye skirt, lazily eating grapes, beside her four maids serving her.

There was also a circle of men wearing the guards of the Jingnan Prince's Mansion to maintain order. If everyone wanted to buy medicine, they had to kowtow three times to the "Saint Minglanruo" on the stage.

An old man knelt in front of "Ming Lanruo" on the stage, kowtowed three times first.

Then, he took out a worn cloth bag from his arms and opened it, and picked it up: "Saint Lan Ruo...I...my son is dying and needs your medicine. I sold it at home

Everything that can be sold is only one hundred copper plates short of. Please......."

"Bang!" Before the old man finished speaking, he was kicked over by a big man without hesitation.

"Didn't the poor man say that he is not allowed to come in line without a tael of silver? I'll give you a face to be a poor man and don't obey the will of the saint!"

The old man was kicked to the ground, and the copper coins and silver pieces in his hand were spread all over the floor.

He was so painful that he couldn't even scream, but he hurriedly rushed to the ground to pick up the money for life: "Please... Saint, I will definitely pay it back!"

The "Saint Lan Ruo" on the stage said indifferently: "I'm so annoyed. Shu Dan asked him to get out. If he doesn't get out, he will chop this old guy's head!"

The "Shu Dan" on the stage also nodded: "Yes!"

As he said that, he smiled grimly and walked towards the old man with a knife.

The Miao people in the audience dared not speak out, but were afraid of the guards of the "Jingnan Prince's Mansion" on the stage. After all, even the guards of the King of Jingnan were sent by the little prince to Saint Lan Ruo.

Besides, the village leader didn't care, so they could only swallow their anger.

The face of Shu Dan below was also astonished as ever. Bastard, those people not only ruined the reputation of Saint Lan Ruo, but also clearly did not care about his reputation and the little prince.
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