They were stunned for a moment, and the young salesman took a bite of the silver to confirm that it was genuine silver. He immediately put the silver into his arms and said, "I'll take you there!"
Ming Lanruo raised her eyes: "Let's go!"
The eleven or twelve-year-old young man entrusted his goods to his grandmother and led them quickly towards the center of the village.
The young shopkeeper was a little curious: "Sister, your accent is not like our Miao people."
Ming Lanruo smiled: "My grandma is from the Miao people, but I grew up with my father in the Central Plains."
"Then you are our Miao people, not from the Central Plains!" The young shopkeeper was very fond of the generous female guest and said seriously.
"Then what are you doing with that saint?" He asked gossiping while jumping around.
Ming Lanruo looked at him and chuckled: "Are you the young salesman from the nearby village? Want to get some information from me to sell?"
There are many teenage children in Miao villages working as vendors in the streets, selling some information to make a living.
The young vendor didn't hide anything and nodded openly: "Yes, this lady is willing to tell me. You can choose something you like from the goods on my pole in exchange!"
A lady from the Miao family with Han ancestry brought so many people here. She didn't look like they were asking for medicine, but they looked like they were here to fight.
"I can tell you what I want to do, and I don't want anything from you, but you can do one thing for me." Ming Lanruo raised her eyebrows slightly.
The young man was stunned: "What's going on? I won't do any bad things!"
Ming Lanruo bent her eyes and chuckled: "It's not a bad thing, I just want you to wait a while and let your friends spread what you saw to other villages."
The young salesman was a little puzzled: "Ah... okay."
Although I don’t know what this lady is going to do, it doesn’t sound like a bad thing, and it’s also simple.
The young shopkeeper took Ming Lanruo and his party to a counter and pointed to the people queuing in front of them: "That's right there. Those are the people who are queuing up to buy Lanruo Saint Lady's medicine. Lanruo Saint Lady is also on top."
Ming Lanruo looked at the high platform with elegant gauze.
A slim figure, wearing her favorite purple and white tie-dye skirt, was sitting on a high place, lazily eating grapes, surrounded by four maids who were waiting on her.
There was a circle of big men wearing Jingnan Palace guard uniforms around them to maintain order. Everyone who wanted to buy medicine had to kowtow three times to the "Ming Lanruo Saint" on the stage.
An old man knelt tremblingly in front of "Ming Lanruo" on the stage, and kowtowed three times.
Then, he took out a shabby cloth bag from his arms, opened it, and held it up: "Sage Lanruo...I...my son is dying and needs your medicine. I sold the medicine at home."
Everything that can be sold is just short of a hundred copper coins. Please first..."
"Bang!" Before the old man could finish speaking, he was kicked over unceremoniously by a big man.
"Poor man, didn't you tell me not to queue up if you don't have a tael of silver? You're such a poor man for not obeying the saint's will!"
The old man was kicked to the ground, and the copper coins and broken silver coins in his hand were scattered all over the floor.
He was obviously in so much pain that he couldn't scream, but he still hurriedly threw himself on the ground to pick up the life-saving money: "Please... Saint, I will definitely pay it back!"
The "Sage Lan Ruo" on the stage said with an indifferent expression: "I'm so annoyed. Shudan tells him to get out. If he doesn't get out, I'll chop off this old guy's head!"
The "Shu Dan" on the stage also nodded: "Yes!"
As he said that, he walked towards the old man with a knife in his hand with a grin on his face.
The Miao people in the audience dared not speak out in anger, but they were wary of the guards of the "Jingnan Prince's Mansion" on the stage. After all, even the chief guard of the Jingnan Prince was sent by the young prince to stay with Saint Lan Ruo.
What's more, the village leader didn't care, so they could only swallow their anger.
Shu Dan's face turned livid, you bastards, those people not only ruined the reputation of Saint Lanruo, but also made it clear that they didn't even care about his and the young prince's reputation. This chapter has been completed!
