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Chapter six hundred and eighty night terror

At this moment, he heard the sound of hurried horse hooves, and Sun Chuanting and others were stunned. Didn’t he say that horses are not allowed to ride in this neighborhood? Before he could ask this question, he saw the chatty clerks and accountants all became nervous.

First, it spread out, and the front and back positions seemed to have been arranged long ago. Everyone put the wooden boxes on the ground, and they were familiar with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and were ready with their hands and feet.

The sound of horse hooves stopped at a nearby intersection, and the rider immediately turned over and ran over quickly. He carried a leather pocket on his back, and everyone's eyes were staring at the leather pocket. A skilled manager stood between the blackboard.

He was waiting for the rider, and the rider handed the leather pocket to the manager. The manager took a notebook and looked at the leather pocket.

"...The fire paint is different every time. If it doesn't match, I won't open my pocket..." Qi Wu said in a low voice. There were already many people around him. Many people were watching the scene in the scene curiously, and some people were also in their hands.

Holding paper and pen, he stared at the scene in front of him nervously.

The manager opened his pocket, took out a few pieces of paper with words, looked at it under the light, and recited it loudly: "Rice one stone"

Every time he read one, the servant under the blackboard would write one on it with a pen dipped in white dust. The managers and accountants below also recorded it quickly, and many people around him were also recording it there.

"Every three days, a fast horse comes from Qingjiangpu. The price of bulk goods will come over there. The price of their own will be ordered here. The price of salt goods is transmitted from Yangzhou. It is fair.

Only the surrounding merchants will come here to buy the price, and everyone is willing to sell it here. It’s fair and safe,” Qi Wu explained there.

The prices of grain, cloth, and all kinds of bulk goods are written on the blackboard, and only the prices of iron, coal and wood are handed out from it. There is also an explanation for this Qi Wu. The iron and coal are both Jin Ye.

The wife's property, as for the wood, is a transaction by Chen Erye's family, and they can provide the bulk of these two items.

After everything was reported, the accountants who recorded the records were quickly cleaned up, and then they trot away. Someone outside took their wooden boxes. I think it was because they couldn't ride horses here, so they had to run faster.

After reading these, the people who recorded the records on the outside immediately ran to the blackboard, recorded the contents on the blackboard, and then left in a hurry.

"Don't look at the fact that sitting there is no difference between listening outside. There are a few stores that can sit down and listen to and remember. After getting the price, you have to discuss with each other and set the price in Xuzhou. There is no one standing outside.

This qualification is sold at this price in Xuzhou. It is not even worse than the price of high or low. I have never seen it before. I heard that the price set by Xuzhou is in Henan, Shandong, and even in the south of the north and Zhili.

You have to do it." At this time, Qi Wu looked quite proud on his face.

At night, Hejiazhuang was not dark, but lanterns were hung in front of every household, making the neighbors clear, without affecting their movements at all. However, there were more holdings on the streets than when the sky was not falling.

The strong man with a knife and a stick walked together on the street, looking vigilantly at the pedestrians on the street.

"We don't have a curfew at night. Young Master, walk two streets forward, and it's the most fun place here. You can find anything when you eat, drink and have fun. Especially for this food, there are real roasted lambs from Tartars.

I also used spices from Nanyang, and the taste was indeed good. Hanjing famous wine can also be drunk here. There are also old wines from Shanxi and Shaoxing, Xuzhou ground, Yangzhou, and even Henan.

The wealthy people from Shandong come here to live. If the young master feels lonely at night, it is also related to the little secret. Although it is strictly forbidden here, we can find Datong and Yangzhou..." Qi Wu smiled and whispered.

The front is brightly lit, laughter and bamboo sounds, you can already hear it here. Everyone knows along the way. Qi Wu is trying every opportunity to make a match, thinking about whether he can make some benefits in it, but after reading the blackboard

After the quotation scene, Sun Chuanting was not interested in continuing to watch it, and just said, "Just take us to Yunshan Inn."

Qi Wu was not angry, and led everyone out of the area with a smile. When passing by an intersection, he could see an open space in front of him, and a tall house on the other side of the open space, which looked like a warehouse, and it was dark at night.

It was painted with only a few lights, giving people a gloomy feeling. Qi Wu said that there was the salt market there, and there was a curfew at night, and lights were strictly prohibited.

Their group was bright along the way, and there were many people coming and going. Everyone was busy for a day and came to relax and relax. Sun Chuanting's servants looked around excitedly, and even Mr. Tian was very

He was curious, only Sun Chuanting walked alone, but Qi Wu's mouth never stopped and kept talking nonstop, and he had no time to listen.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a rhythmic sound. The sound was very dull and neat, as if it could shake his heart. Sun Chuanting felt nervous for no reason and looked up suddenly. He found that the same was true for several experienced guards around him.

In reaction, each face showed a solemn expression, but looking at Qi Wu who was leading the way, and then looking at the passers-by who couldn't help laughing on the road, Sun Chuanting felt strange again and asked in a muffled voice: "What's the movement?"

"What's the movement?" Qi Wu asked subconsciously, and the voice was still ringing rhythmically, even louder. Sun Chuanting said in a stern voice: "It's this."

When he said this, the guards dispersed a little, each protecting Mr. Sun Chuanting and Tian. Someone touched the handle of the knife and prepared to fight. Qi Wu, who had always been smart, was stunned at this time, blinking.

I was confused when I blinked, and the pedestrians around me were still walking their own ways, chatting and laughing. Sun Chuanting was anxious and was about to say something again. Qi Wu slapped his hands and laughed out loud. He shook his head while laughing, saying, "I know what it is,

The young master wants to see it, come with the little one, just take a few steps."

Seeing Qi Wu's appearance, Sun Chuanting probably knew that he had thought it was wrong. He was surprised that the other party might be something that he thought was commonplace, but he couldn't help but be curious and followed him out of the street.

This is the inner ring of Hejiazhuang. Although there are lights outside, you can see the open space where cars and horses are parked and the cargo yard where large and heavy packages of goods are placed. The outer ring road is particularly wide and flat, and you can have three vehicles.

The big carts were side by side, and the rhythmic muffled sound was getting closer and closer.

Without the need to point out all five points, Sun Chuanting and his group had already seen the source of the sound. It turned out to be the sound of footsteps. The footsteps of a group of people walking in line. Because they were too neat and uniform, it sounded like a muffled sound, a horizontal sound.

The 100-man column with five straight and twenty people, the team was full of young people, wearing the same coarse cloth clothes and thick leather-soled cloth shoes. Everyone was wearing leggings, carrying spears on their shoulders, and wearing short swords around their waists. They just walked forward.

Go, the leader held a weapon slightly shorter than a spear, like a Xuanhua axe, and with a helmet, the armor on his body did not look like a chain mail or leather armor, cotton armor, etc., but it looked like a

The iron barrel was buckled, and there were about ten armored men in the team, and the armored men looked like this, but they were holding spears.

The team of people just walked over, and could still hear the man in the lead shouting "...one two one...one two one..."

Unlike the Xuzhou troupe training I saw yesterday, the team that came this time was about the same age and was even a little younger, but they were not so tense. Under the lights, everyone's face was tired, and perhaps even

I was a little bored and walked over. They didn't deliberately walk neatly, but the long-term training and strict discipline made them do this naturally. They were like this every day and every day, and they had long been used to it.

Passers-by couldn't help but lower their voices when chatting and laughing nearby. Many people who didn't come often or just arrived here were curious to see the new things, but everyone in the team didn't look sideways and didn't bother to pay attention to outside the team.

Things, such temperament, should not appear in such a young person.

When he saw this team, Sun Chuanting held his breath and stood there. The few servants beside him were also quiet, only one of them couldn't help but whisper. Seeing the team forward, Sun Chuanting felt

A mountain-like giant came over, subconsciously weakened his legs. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, staggered and fell directly towards the back. Fortunately, the servant behind him did not react slowly, so he directly reached out to support him.

After the team of more than a hundred people passed, the surroundings became lively again, and everyone returned to normal. Qi Wu smiled and turned around. Seeing Sun Chuanting almost fell, he was stunned. Mr. Shangtian's face turned still

Normal, I just waved my hand and explained, "My young master accidentally tripped, it's okay."

Sun Chuanting took a deep breath, stood up and stood still, reached out to wipe his forehead. For a moment, his forehead was covered with cold sweat and his vest was soaked with sweat.

"Is this Zhao Jin's servant?" Sun Chuanting asked, his tone sounded like there was no fluctuation, but familiar people could hear a hint of panic.

Qi Wu stared at Sun Chuanting, nodded with a smile and replied, "This is Master Jin's servant. Every day, there are several teams patrolling and guarding everywhere, and they return to the camp after dark."

Sun Chuanting looked at the back of the team, and was silent for a while but said with a forced smile: "This Zhao Jin is interesting. He takes out the most valuable assets in his hand every day, just like the sun, and the bottom fur is drying when the sun is good.

Generally, it also makes people know his wealth."

When the weather is good, rich people in the north take out valuable leather and fur clothes to dry. Sometimes they are used to prevent insects and mold, but some people take this opportunity to show off their wealth. People at that time have many notes and articles, saying that the weather is good.

At that time, there were colorful and valuable fur and brocade in front of the rich door, not for drying, but for showing off your furniture.

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