Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 455
"No best, hum!"

The man looked at the magistrate coldly, and snorted: "I have shipped all the rice and grain, give me the money."

With that said, the man spread his hands forward.

Seeing his action, the magistrate couldn't help but startled: "What do you mean?"

"Before we agreed, each person will get half of the rice robbed, and now I have delivered all the rice robbed this time to you, shouldn't you convert my part of the rice into silver supplies I?"

The man stood up slowly, his voice raised slightly, obviously losing patience with the magistrate.

Seeing him approaching step by step, the magistrate nodded hastily: "Yes, yes. But I don't have so much money on me, please move to the accounting room."

"lead the way."

Hearing the man's words, Zhifu nodded slightly.

He looked away from the man, and looked outside the flower hall: "Come here, quickly take the distinguished guest to the cashier to settle the money."

As the magistrate's voice fell, a servant quickly walked into the flower hall.

He came to the man, bowed slightly, and respectfully made a gesture of invitation: "This way please, honored guest."

"Ah."

The man responded lightly, and left the flower hall without haste.

Seeing him leave, the magistrate raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He has always known that cooperating with these bandits is undoubtedly seeking skin from a tiger.

In the face of those ordinary little bandits, he is more than enough.

But what he didn't expect was that the person who personally escorted the rice grain this time was actually their second boss.

In that situation just now, he was relatively calm.

If it was someone else, I'm afraid he would have peed his pants in fright.

Thinking about it, the magistrate heaved a sigh of relief, and walked out of the flower hall.

When he came to the wooden carts delivering food, the magistrate put his hands behind his back and called out, "Come here, open the bag."

As his voice fell, the two servants stepped forward quickly.

They lifted a bag of "rice grain" off the wooden cart and quickly untied the bag.

"This……"

"Old...Master, here is...is..."

"What is it?"

Slightly frowning, Zhifu stepped forward quickly.

He looked into the sack, and his eyes widened instantly: "How could it be, how could it be sand!"

Looking at the sand in the burlap bag, the magistrate frowned even tighter.

He moved his eyes away from the bag of sand, and raised his finger to the other sacks on the board: "Quick, open the other bags!"

The prefect's hand trembled slightly.

The servant heard his order and immediately called more people.

They cooperated with each other, and opened all the other nine sacks in a short while.

But no surprise, the burlap bag was full of sand.

"Old...Master, what's inside here is all...sand and sand!"

The servant's voice was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and Shi Fu's body shook slightly, and he took a few steps back.

His face turned pale in an instant, and he looked as if he had received a huge blow.

"Damn it, Bai Jinchu deceived me, I didn't expect that even this group of bandits would dare to deceive me!"

Clenching his fists tightly, Zhifu's face turned from pale to livid.

He stood there for a long time, and suddenly, as if he suddenly thought of something, his whole body suddenly became enlightened.

"I said, it's just a delivery of rice grains, but they can actually get their second boss to go out in person. It turns out that they wanted to scare me out of my nerves first, and then let me voluntarily take out the money before I saw the goods clearly. , buy the sand.”

(End of this chapter)