"So what?" the sword wielder leveled the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Jing Ke.

Jing Ke looked at the stall behind him and asked, "What he said is true?"

**The big man with his arm runs a pork shop behind him, and he and his daughter-in-law work weekdays, diligently, and most honestly.

"How can it be, you don't know about my family, everyone in the city comes to my house to buy, which one has ever seen us short of catties and two?"

After Jing Ke listened, he looked at him again and said: "Where is the pork you bought, although you weigh it, let him treat the injury first, if you are missing one tael, I will compensate you ten taels, but if you are not lacking, you will go with me to see the official today." ”

The sword-wielder tilted his head, looked arrogant, and said in a cold voice, "Good!"

After speaking, he took a few steps towards the pork shop, picked up a hanging of pork on the ground, and handed it to Jing Ke.

Jing Ke frowned slightly, a little angry at this person's actions, the sword of a swordsman is equivalent to his own face, wouldn't it be shameless to waste it like this!

Jing Ke looked at the woman next to him and said, "Sister-in-law, hurry up and help your old man to treat the disease, leave it to me here!"

"Good, good!"

The woman nodded repeatedly, and then, with the help of the villagers, carried the burly man to the doctor's shop.

Jing Ke reached out and took the piece of pork and looked at the person in front of him.

He looked about his own size, and the sword had many notches in it, and he didn't seem to care for it at all.

The owner of the pork shop has a strong physique, and he can bully him, compared to this swordsman, he also has two hits.

"Bring me the scales!"

Jing Ke shouted, and a young man hurriedly took the scales and scales from the pork shop.

"Look!"

Jing Ke glanced at the sword-wielder, then put the pork on it and began to weigh it.

The onlookers all stretched their necks to see if there was a shortage of catties or two, which was related to the credit and business of this pork shop in the future.

"How many catties do you want?" Jing Ke asked.

"Three catties and two taels!" the sword-wielder said contemptuously as he looked down at Jing Ke.

"Three catties and two taels, hum!" Jing Ke snorted lightly and said, "Come and see for yourself, this is three catties and two taels, one catty is not much, one tael is not much!"

Jing Ke shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that the onlookers would not hear, and he was also trying to make the pork shop owner fight for his innocence.

"I'm very sensitive to catties, and I've long seen that he's missing catties. The sword-wielder took out a scale from a backpack behind him and said, "Let's see if that piece of meat is three catties and two taels, and the scale you are holding must be missing weight." ”

Jing Ke was a little puzzled, took the scale handed over by the sword-wielder, and said, "I'll take a look." ”

Jing Ke used the sword-wielding scale for a moment, and frowned, he saw that this scale was indeed three catties and one tael, a whole tael less.

"Bring me your scales!"

Jing Ke shouted at a person, that person was the stall next door to the pork shop, and this person quickly took a weighing stone from his shop when he heard this.

Jing Ke took the scale, immediately replaced it, and continued to weigh it.

This time, though, he frowned again.

"Why, you don't dare to say it?" said the sword-wielder after laughing wildly.

Jing Ke sneered and said: "Look at it yourself, three catties and two taels, no more, no less, even if the pork shop is short of two catties or less, do you want to say that there are two catties and two catties in a row?

The sword-wielder's eyes narrowed slightly, stared at Jing Ke, and said, "What kind of scale are you?"

"Of course, it's a well-known scale!"

"I'll show you that scale!" said the sword-wielder.

Jing Ke threw the scale in his hand over.

When the sword-wielder received it, he stared for a moment, then laughed out loud again.

"I don't recognize this scale! I'm a person from the Qin State, you should use the Great Qin's scale, this, no!"

With one last heavy remark from the sword-wielder, he threw the scale in his hand to the ground with a dull sound.

"Qin Dynasty's?" Jing Ke said with some confusion.

The person who brought the scales to Jing Ke walked up to Jing Ke and whispered to him: "Sir, the weight standard of the Qin Dynasty is one or two more than that of our Yan Kingdom. ”

"It turns out that I am looking for trouble. Jing Ke suddenly realized and said coldly.

The people present also understood that the owner of this pork shop was not short of catties, but due to the difference in measurement standards between the two countries.

"I'm not looking for trouble, I've bought meat in the Qin Kingdom for so long, why should I have to lose a tael when I get to the Yan Kingdom!" said the sword-wielder in a deep voice, and the sword in his hand also began to clench, ready to be drawn at any time.

Jing Ke sneered again, walked to the pork shop, picked up a small piece of meat, and then threw it to the sword-wielder, saying, "I've sent it to you, this matter is over." ”

The sword-wielder weighed nearly a pound of pork in his hand, nodded, and said, "Count you as acquaintances." ”

With that, the sword-wielder turned to leave.

This matter was resolved by Jing Ke with a tolerant attitude, which made many onlookers sigh, now that the Qin State is strong, it is indeed not something that a Yan State can afford to provoke.

"Wait!Who let you go?" said Jing Ke quietly.

"What do you want?"

Ye Cheng and Qi Yun glanced at each other, and secretly said that it was not good, this Jing Ke seemed to have some other ideas.

"You came to Yan Kingdom, I didn't let you suffer, but you made this pork shop owner seriously injured, how to solve this matter?" Jing Ke said in a cold voice, and his hand slowly stroked the hilt of the sword.

"Are you from the Yan Kingdom?" asked the sword-wielder.

"It's not. It's just a wandering swordsman, but as a warrior, you have to talk about justice in your heart, don't bully the weak, and don't see others bullying the weak, as a swordsman, the sword in your hand doesn't make a sword for justice, but hurts innocent people, I can't see it. ”

"Then you're really nosy, you say, how to solve it?"

Jing Ke looked at the sword-wielder very seriously, and said: "According to the rules of swordsmen, talk about a bright sword spirit, compete with each other, win or lose, regardless of death or injury." ”

"Forget it. Qi Yun said in the crowd, she didn't want this kind of thing to happen in the territory of Yan State, if Qin State used this matter as an excuse to send troops to Yan State, the gains outweighed the losses.

This matter is no longer an ordinary dispute, but has risen to the point of a national hatred and family hatred.

Now the Qin State is eager to fight wars everywhere in order to annex other countries.

"Forget it, sir. ”

The crowd of onlookers also discouraged them.

"Since you are not afraid of death, I will fulfill you. The sword-wielder smiled contemptuously.

He was also one of the best swordsmen in the Qin State, and he was provoked in a small country, and it was necessary for him to regain his dignity as a swordsman.

The two of them held the hilt of the sword at the same time, except for Jing Ke's sword, which was not unsheathed.

Suddenly, the two people moved, rushing at each other.

"Shhh

With a gasp from the crowd, the two men passed by, their swords already unsheathed.