Just when Li Mo and Li Zhe randomly found a good-looking tavern and planned to enter, weak pleading and scolding sounds suddenly came from not far away.
"Just do it, okay, our family really has no rice to cook with!"
"Okay? If everything goes well, my business will still be open."
"Young gentleman, the difference is only two cents. Can you just sell it at ninety-eight cents? Or you can give me less, even 90%."
"Again, no! According to the rules of the grain store, the minimum selling price for a bucket of rice is a hundred cents. It doesn't matter if it's less than a cent."
"Xiao Langjun..."
...
"This is?"
Hearing this, Li Mo and Li Zhe followed the sound and found that there was a food store not far from the tavern. In front of the door of the food store, an old man was begging and almost knelt down in front of the waiter.
Such a situation,
The common people and merchants on the street seemed to have long been accustomed to the strange thing, and no one paid attention to it.
"That old man?"
Li Mo's mind moved.
This old man looked very familiar. When I thought carefully, he was the one who I met and inquired about in the morning.
"Let's go and have a look!"
In this way, Li Mo and Li Zhe would not eat in the tavern again.
Along the way, the suffering of the people has made the two of them very angry, and they can no longer look at it.
"Get out of here quickly, don't delay our business!"
This side of the grain store,
The waiter who sells rice is still arrogant and his tone is full of impatience.
"This young gentleman, there is a saying that a hundred cents is a dou of rice, but this old man only has ninety-eight cents, so it is not a bad idea to sell him for ninety-eight cents. And according to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, the minimum price is half a dou of rice.
There has never been a saying that there was a minimum price of one bushel of rice for sale.”
Just when the old man who wanted to buy rice was about to continue begging,
Li Mo's voice came from behind him.
From the conversation between the two, Li Mo already understood everything about the matter.
It's just that the uncle wants to buy rice but is two cents short.
However, there was a law in the Tang Dynasty that all grains were sold at a minimum price of half a dou.
It must be that this food store is used to being arrogant and has made its own rules.
"Who are you?"
Hearing this, the boy and the old man were both stunned.
Especially the old man seemed to have remembered what happened in the morning and whispered, "It turns out to be Mr. Lang."
"It doesn't matter who I am! What matters is that the rice you sell is illegal."
Li Mo first nodded slightly to the old man, and this time looked at the young man.
"Hey? Mind your own business! I just won't sell, what can you do to me? The laws of the Tang Dynasty are the laws of the Tang Dynasty, and our grain store has its own rules."
After looking Li Mo and Li Zhe up and down, the rice seller smiled coldly.
He had just carefully confirmed that although these two people were well-dressed, they looked unfamiliar. They should be businessmen from outside.
In this case, there is no need to offend him at all.
"Oh? So your grain store doesn't even pay attention to the laws of the Tang Dynasty? This is not a small crime."
Li Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.
I have been holding back my anger since I entered Ruyang. When I saw the waiter behaving like this, I could hardly suppress the anger in my heart.
It is a trivial matter if the grain store does not sell rice.
If this old man cannot buy rice, his whole family may be hungry.
"Hahahaha, the crime is not small? Then you are the one reporting to the official!"
Hearing Li Mo's words, the waiter seemed to have heard a big joke. He dropped the rice spoon in his hand into the rice bucket. After laughing, his face became cold.
He also rolled up his sleeves,
"Are you sincerely looking for trouble?"
"Looking for trouble! You are not following the rules!"
On the side, seeing the gunpowder on both sides getting thicker and thicker, as if there were signs of taking action, the old man suddenly became anxious.
"Mr. Lang, please stop talking. I won't buy this rice."
He quickly said to Li Mo, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
The old man knew that Li Mo was standing up for him, but this business was owned by Zhang Yuanwai, one of the three most untouchables in Ruyang County. If he really angered the grain seller and caused Li Mo to get into trouble, how would he feel?
Can you get by?
"How can your family live without rice?"
Li Mo waved his hand and looked at the clerk again.
"Who's looking for trouble?"
Just when Li Mo was about to speak again, the grain store seemed to hear some noise outside, and soon a few more people came out.
The leader was a big man with a round waist and a fierce look on his face. He was not dressed as a clerk, but should be the person in charge of the grain store.
"Brother, this guy is looking for trouble. He says that our grain sales are against the laws of the Tang Dynasty. He is very unfamiliar and should be from Boss Ke and the county magistrate."
see the situation,
The grain seller hurriedly stepped forward and whispered.
"That's you?"
The strong man raised his eyebrows and came to Li Mo.
"So what?"
"Looking for death! I don't sell grain according to the laws of the Tang Dynasty. What's wrong? What the hell are you doing, brothers? Beat me up! Teach these two idiots a lesson."
the next moment,
The strong man snorted coldly and swung a thick fist towards Li Mo.
Several boys behind him rushed over after hearing the order, including the guy selling grain.
These people's ideas are very simple, don't you agree?
Then beat them until they are convinced.
In Ruyang, they are really not afraid of these foreign merchants.
"court death!"
Seeing that these people were about to attack his lord, Li Zhe couldn't bear it any longer and disappeared into the distance in a flash.
Bang! Bang!
ah!
The scene instantly became chaotic.
Who is Li Zhe? A master in the mid-seventh grade.
The guys at the food store are all cowards who pretend to be powerful but are not warriors at all. The strong man in the lead is a third-grade warrior, how can he withstand Li Zhe's fists and kicks.
In a blink of an eye,
The people at the grain store were beaten so hard that they almost overturned the rice bucket in front of the store.
Ouch! Ouch!
Immediately, the screams of the strong man and the gang were heard.
How could Li Zhe take action to make things easier for them?
Especially for the strong man, the arm that pointed at Li Mo had completely drooped and was obviously broken.
At this time, when I looked at his eyes, the arrogance just now was gone, replaced by pain and fear.
"What's wrong? What's going on?"
This kind of movement immediately attracted many ordinary people and merchants on the street.
Some people even witnessed the whole process and couldn't help but started talking quietly.
"This old man wants to buy rice, but he doesn't have enough money. The gentleman said that the rice sold in the grain store does not comply with the rules, and he wants to help the old man."
"Ah? This... this gentleman is very courageous."
"Who says it's not? This is Zhang Yuanwai's business."
"But the man behind this husband is quite skilled."
"So what if you have good skills? There are many warriors raised in Zhang Yuanwai's mansion, and it is difficult for two fists to defeat four. Once Zhang Yuanwai knows about this..."
"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it. This gentleman is really impulsive."
"That is, if he is really kind-hearted, it is better to just give the old man two cents and let him collect a hundred cents to buy a bucket of rice."
...
The discussion was all discussion. The common people and merchants all knew what Li Mo was thinking, but no one dared to come forward. They just formed a big circle in the distance.