Humane Yongchang

Chapter 10 Why?
Before dawn, the North City was full of people and traffic.

A large number of livestock and mountain goods flowed into this place from the North City Gate. People in linen clothes and silk brocades appeared here along with the flow of goods. The sound of fiery bargaining almost dispelled the early morning chill.

Among the crowd, a dark man in shorts, carrying a steaming load of steamed cakes covered with white gauze, stopped at a crowded intersection.

He put down the burden and looked at the crossroads where people came and went. After holding it for a while, his face flushed, and then he uttered a blunt "Steamed cake, the steamed cake just out of the pot, one dollar for two".

No one laughed at him.

In other words, no one paid attention to such an insignificant little person at all.

Fortunately, there are not many breakfast shops in North City that sell food, and most of the people who come to North City to work early have not eaten breakfast.

In a short while, in front of the dark man's burden, there were diners buying steamed cakes.

"Vendor, here are two steamed cakes!"

"I want four, be quick!"

"Seller, you haven't received the money yet!"

The dark man seemed to have never seen such a battle. He was in a hurry to collect money while wrapping it in washed tung tree leaves and handing it to the diners. Even some diners took the cake and did not give the money, but he did not respond.

But looking at the battle in front of him, the dark man's brows were filled with joy, and he said in his heart, "Dalang looks really good, this business is really done!"

However, his two loads of steamed cakes were sold to the sharp points of the tower, and a few idlers dressed in bunts and short blades around their waists crowded into the crowd.

The leading man kicked over a basket of steamed cakes and shouted viciously: "Where is the thief, who dares to do business in the man's land without even burning the incense? It's impossible to die!"

Many diners surrounding the steamed cake stand were not surprised when they saw this, and some of them greeted the man with a smile: "Hey, why did Brother Six get up so early today?"

"Sixth brother, this guy looks like a freshman, it's not worth being angry with him!"

"Yeah, it's not easy for me to have a place to eat in the morning. Sixth brother, don't have the same knowledge as him!"

"Seller, what are you still doing? Don't do business anymore? Hurry up and pay homage to Sixth Brother, sell cakes and wait with me."

The dark man stared blankly at the steaming pancakes scattered in the filth, his eyes suddenly reddened.

He raised his head, looked at the vicious man in front of him, and whispered, "Why?"

"Why?"

The man at the head laughed out loud. He pulled out the short blade from his waist and held it lightly on the dark man's neck: "Is this enough?"

The dark-skinned man seemed to be a little sluggish, he looked down at the short blade on his neck in a daze, then raised his head to look at the vicious man who was close at hand: "That's it?"

"That's it!"

The compliments of the people around him seemed to make this vicious man extremely useful, and he turned his head proudly when he spoke.

The people around also let out a burst of laughter with great eyesight.

They are all acquaintances who are always in and out of this area. Who doesn't know what the virtues of these uncle dogs are?
"Oh."

The dark-skinned man nodded and said softly, "I understand!"

The next moment, a sudden change!

I saw the dark man inserting one arm into the vicious man, holding the knife inside his elbow, twisting it out along his forearm, and the short blade that had been on his neck a second earlier fell into his hands.

Then the other hand grabbed the vicious man's neck, and before he could react, the short blade was fast in and out and stabbed ten or eight blood holes in his chest.

The hot blood spurted out like a fountain, sprinkled little by little on the steamed cakes scattered on the ground, bright red, like the red plums that a skilled woman painted on the dessert.

The expression on the vicious man's face remained the same as when he turned his head and looked around.

It wasn't until the pain came, that the complacent color turned into horror.

He opened his mouth to whimper, but spat out a mouthful of blood.

He could only raise his hand, tightly grasping the dark man's collar, and slumped to the ground a little bit.

The people around, including the few idle men who had followed the vicious man a moment ago, took a step back and looked at the dark man in horror.

It's not that there are no murders in the street.

But for such a few quarrels, killing people on the street, killing such a dog who can't get rid of it, is too...

Well, it doesn't seem so outrageous.

The dark man held the bloody short blade, and the expression on his face did not change from beginning to end.

He didn't even blink his eyelids.

"Now that the blade is in my hand, is it time for you to give me incense in the future!"

He raised his eyes and slowly scanned the people around him, and asked in a very gentle and soft tone.

But it was this kindness that made everyone onlookers feel that the hairs on the back of their heads stood upright!

The scene was silent for a while, and then someone whispered: "Big brother, run away quickly, Wang Qiuqiu will be here immediately..."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd of onlookers took a step back.

In the crowded North City, a dark man stood alone in a large open space.

"Begging for theft?"

The dark-skinned man sneered disdainfully as he talked about this official position, his eyes stopped for a few breaths on the restless men hiding in the crowd, and he inserted the bloody short blade into his waist and rushed into the crowd.

No matter where you go, the spectators can't avoid it!

……

"Uncle Zhao, it's just right, come and try this food."

Chen Sheng was holding a large bowl of egg noodles and was about to start eating when Zhao Si jumped over the wall and shoved the untouched noodle bowl into his hands: "This thing is called noodles, it's my nephew and niece's daughter-in-law. The food that I only figured out recently, in the future, our stall will rely on this thing to charge into battle!"

Zhao Si took the noodle bowl as usual, picked up a large chopstick and put it into his mouth, after chewing a couple of bites, he couldn't help nodding and said: "This... noodles, very good, very good, dry or thin, warm and salty. What's the cost? What's the selling price?"

Chen Sheng sat down with him and replied, "A pound of wheat can produce eight taels of wheat flour, and a pound of wheat flour can yield a pound and a half of noodles. Your bowl is three liang noodles, according to the market price of a pound of wheat and two cents. , Your bowl doesn’t count chickens, it only counts firewood, seasonings, and manpower, and it’s less than two dollars. Selling a bowl for two dollars makes a little profit.”

Zhao Si put down the bowl, hesitated for two seconds, and said honestly, "Slightly expensive."

In the great week, one tael of gold is combined with ten taels of silver and one thousand copper coins.

However, because gold and silver are mainly circulated in the hands of powerful families in the imperial court and various states and counties, the folk circulation is mainly ring-shaped copper coins with an outer circle and an inner side.

The common people suffer from exploitation and livelihood, and there are very few people who can make a slight surplus all year round.

Most of the common people are busy from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, but they are only able to make ends meet... This is also the real reason why a large number of refugees will be caused when disasters occur anywhere.

With neither savings nor food in the hands of ordinary people, how can they resist natural disasters?

Two coins, in the hands of ordinary people, may already be ration money for a day or two.

"Hahaha……"

Chen Sheng laughed and said, "Didn't you also go to the North Market to sell steamed cakes this morning? You sell two for one dollar. Do you think those two steamed cakes are worth one cent?"

Zhao Si went to the North Market to sell steamed cakes, not at his behest.

He is a person who is used to mastering the general direction, and he has always ignored such details... If he has to do everything by himself, what should his subordinates do?
The matter of selling steamed cakes was something Zhao Si thought about after he went back last night.

As for Chen Sheng, it was only after Zhao Si killed someone in Beishi that he got the news.

Although this matter was a bit sudden, he felt that it was nothing, but it was just a dead rogue, which was just enough to make Zhao Si's name, so that he could gain a foothold in Chen County as soon as possible.

It is also wrong.

Zhao Si shook his head: "One pound of corn can steam six cakes."

The price of corn is even cheaper than that of wheat.

Chen Sheng: "Then why are so many people buying it?"

Zhao Si shook his head again, saying he didn't know.

He was just looking at what other people were selling at, and then he was selling at what price, without thinking about the reasons for it.

Chen Sheng patiently explained to him: "There are only two kinds of people who will appear in Beishi at that point: the rich and the poor!"

"Those who have no money, either bring their own dry food, or simply go hungry and eat at home."

"These people, no matter how cheap you sell them, they won't buy them!"

"Rich people either don't eat, and even if they eat, they may be greedy."

"These people, as long as they want to eat, even if you sell it a little more expensive, he will buy it!"

He smiled leniently: "It's not easy to make money from the poor. We have to make money from the rich when we do business!"

Zhao Si was dumbfounded.

He always felt that Chen Sheng was talking nonsense.

But if Chen Sheng didn't say it, he wouldn't be able to figure out what's in it if he was killed.

In the end, he could only nod his head honestly and say, "Dalang is right."

After a pause, he said again: "Dalang, the fourth uncle will go to Beishi to ask for robbers later, and let's talk."

That's what he came for.

He also knew that Chen Sheng already knew about his murder in the streets of Beishi.

Last night, Chen Sheng told him that he had to pull a group and fight a group to do this.

He went back and thought about it for a night, but he didn't understand how to pull and how to fight.

In the end, he came up with the idea of ​​disguising himself as a dealer and going to the North City to inquire.

He is familiar with the job.

As a result, when it came to that point, how could he look at the man named Wang Liu, how could he feel that he belonged to the group that should be beaten.

Then he just started swiftly.

It was only when I was done that I realized that I had caused trouble for my family.

Murder is murder.

But there is a big difference between killing someone in private and killing someone on the street.

"No need!"

As soon as Chen Sheng heard him say "Said", he felt flustered and hurriedly refused... Fourth uncle, killing an official is so hard to settle!
"This trivial matter, I will let the second uncle deal with it later. You should avoid it for a day or two. After this matter is resolved, you can go to the North City for activities."

It's really just little things.

Just find someone to confess to the crime at Bei Shi Ting, and after the wind has passed, just spend some money to get the person out.

As long as the money is in place, people can go to Beishi Pavilion to eat and drink, and they don't need to eat a little bit of suffering.

In Chen County, being rich and powerful means you can do whatever you want!

Zhao Si pondered for a while, and said, "If the thief doesn't want the fourth uncle to talk to him, then the fourth uncle will talk to those idlers tonight."

Chen Sheng thought about it, that's fine.

Strike while the iron is hot!

As long as Zhao Si doesn't go to the North City to show off before the matter is resolved, it is unlikely that there will be any problems.

"Okay, I will let Er Uncle settle this matter as soon as possible. After you go to see those idlers, go back and look for Er Uncle. You can discuss what happens later... especially when it comes to murder. ."

After finishing speaking, he did not wait for Zhao Si to speak, and said again: "Okay, let's eat noodles, it won't taste good when it's lumpy!"

(End of this chapter)