It's not easy to mess with, don't dare to mess with it.

The guards trembled, all stopped their steps, did not dare to step forward, and some of the guards were so frightened that they even put away their swords.

Zhang Rang's name is as fearful as a tiger and wolf.

Cheng Yuanzhi smiled.

This group of guards is the bloodsucking worms of the big man, beating and intimidating, but also to eliminate harm for the people and do good deeds.

It's a pity that Cheng Yuanzhi had to drive the carriage into Luoyang City because of such a fuss, and if he still turned around and ran now, it would be exposed.

How could Zhang Rang's money be sent out.

Cheng Yuanzhi completely ignored the guards at the city gate, returned to the carriage, kicked on both feet, jumped into the carriage, and threw the horse whip back to Deng Mao with a cold face.

Deng Mao, who was in charge of driving the car, hurriedly took the horsewhip with both hands, sweating profusely, and asked with palpitations:

"Lord Thorn Shi, the last general will hurry back and ensure that no more money will be dropped."

Deng Mao heard it clearly just now, Cheng Yuanzhi said, he dropped a copper coin, but he had to use his head to pay off the debt, Deng Mao raised the horsewhip high, and he was about to vent his anger on the donkey and horse.

There have always been 1,000 pieces of money, and 100,000 yuan is too much, and it is common to drop one or two. But the troubles were all caused by Deng Mao, and Deng Mao was not happy in his heart.

"Huh? You wait, give the whip to Ben Thorn. Cheng Yuanzhi raised his eyebrows, too lazy to continue scolding Deng Mao, this pig teammate.

Deng Mao didn't know what to do, returned the horsewhip, and said secretly:

"Could it be that Lord Assassin Shi can't trust me? Want to drive the carriage yourself? That's too much of a worr. ”

Deng Mao had already begun to imagine himself sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed and feeling comfortable.

Cheng Yuanzhi stretched out his hand and grabbed it, as soon as he got the horse whip, according to the rhythm of the car and the horse, the whip beckoned to Deng Mao, and said angrily:

"If you are told to go back, you will lose your money; Let you go into the city, and you'll go back. You have to get along with this assassin's history, don't you? Look at the history of this assassination or not, do you still like to make your own decisions? ”

Whip after whip, whip to the flesh, whip whip sound.

After more than ten whips, Cheng Yuanzhi's hand holding the whip hurt, and the last whip even whipped over.

Deng Mao snorted a few words at first, and then found that the more he hummed, the more fierce Cheng Yuanzhi smoked, so he could only grit his teeth and dare not make a sound.

Deng Mao's tears flowed silently, why was he so careless, his boss hadn't given orders yet, he was in a hurry, now it's okay, he was whipped in vain.

Feeling that the whip on his body did not fall again, Deng Mao hurriedly picked up the whip thrown by Cheng Yuanzhi, whipped the donkey and horse fiercely, and drove the carriage into the Luoyang City Gate.

Entering the city gate, Deng Mao drove the carriage to an open space and stopped, this time he didn't dare to make his own decisions anymore, Cheng Yuanzhi didn't say where to go after entering the city.

Outside the city, it was said that the money in the carriage belonged to Zhang Rang, but Deng Mao didn't believe it and entered the city, and Cheng Yuanzhi would honestly send the money to Zhang Rang.

"What's wrong? How did it stop? Catch a carriage, how long has it been, are you going to be lazy? Whip yourself yourself, don't let Ben Thorn Shi do it again, Ben Thorn Shi really wants to do it, but he will use the knife, the whipping is not interesting, and the knife cutting is exciting. ”

Cheng Yuanzhi learned from Zhang Rang and frightened Deng Mao in a weird way.

When Deng Mao heard this, he suddenly picked up the whip and whipped it to himself, he could still be measured by himself, control his strength, endure the pain, and said with a smile:

"Lord Thorn Shi, you haven't said where we will go after we enter the city, the last general will not dare to guess Lord Thorn Shi's thoughts and whereabouts, so I am waiting for Lord Thorn Shi's instructions here."

Cheng Yuanzhi nodded, this Deng Mao is a good learner, don't be a long time, you have to be impressed, just to test Deng Mao, Cheng Yuanzhi glanced at Deng Mao meaningfully, and smiled:

"Do you still need to ask where to go? Think about it yourself. Ben asks you, what is on this carriage? Where should the carriage go? ”

Three questions in a row!

It was rare to hear Cheng Yuanzhi speak so calmly, Deng Mao stopped the whipping, ended his self-abuse, pretended to think about it, and replied:

"Lord Thorn Shi, this carriage is filled with money, before it was outside the city gate, what did you say was the regular servant Zhang Rang, then will the general drive this carriage to that Zhang Rang's mansion?"

Perfect!

Deng Mao has never felt that his brain is so good.

Cheng Yuanzhi was so angry that he glanced around and found that except for the horse whip in Deng Mao's hand, there was nothing to do with it, just don't smoke Deng Mao, this thing is already a fool, and now I am afraid that I don't even know how to catch up with the carriage.

"The carriage is loaded with money, but your mind is empty, and it is not decorated. That Zhang Rang is a eunuch, do you think Ben Assassin Shi can travel thousands of miles to send him money? Also sent to the house? Amusing. Hmph, don't tremble, drive this carriage to Luoyang City, the largest grain merchant, let's spend money to buy rice and grain. ”

This money entered Luoyang City, and if you want to transport it out, it will be difficult to reach the sky.

It was simply spent.

Grain merchants?

What do you do at the grain merchant's?

In this era, Shinong industry and commerce were the most lowly business of merchants, and they were more despised than craftsmen who struck iron, made wine, and sold meat.

Deng Mao couldn't understand, what was there to buy for this grain and rice, and if he didn't have anything to eat, he would grab it. Since joining Taiping Tiandao, Deng Mao has eaten all the overlord meals, and he has never paid for meals.

There is no food, how easy it is, leading the Yellow Turban army, like locusts, pointing where to fight, where to grab it, you will definitely be able to catch some grain and rice, barely making ends meet.

But this time, Deng Mao didn't dare to ask more, let alone refute. Cheng Yuanzhi will go wherever he likes, anyway, the money in the carriage is not Deng Mao's.

Deng Mao flicked the horsewhip, drove the carriage, and looked all the way, the grain merchants are easy to find, and those who can be grain merchants in Luoyang are basically big families from all over the world, famous rich businessmen, and you can see them when you stroll.

Before he had finished the street, Deng Mao stopped the carriage again, stopped at the door of a grain store, and reported softly:

"Lord Thorn Shi, the grain merchant you are looking for has arrived, there is a grain shop here, the scale of the end will be not small, and there are several buckets of grain and rice at the door."

During the Han Dynasty, people also ate grains, and Luoyang mainly ate one of the five grains, and rice was used as food.

The so-called grains are hemp, millet, millet, wheat, and soybean, and yes, there is no rice. Rice is mainly abundant in the south, as is the case with millet in Shu. Millet is yellow rice, and millet is also called millet, mainly millet.

Luoyang is located in the Yellow River Valley, and all the states and counties in the Han Dynasty are headed by Luoyang, with corn as the staple food, and wheat and soybean (beans) have not yet become the staple food of the people.

Hearing this, Cheng Yuanzhi glanced up, and what caught his eye was a clean and bright grain shop, with a flag hanging in front of the door, with the name of the grain shop written on it, and an advertisement by the way:

"Zhen Ji! The hundred-year-old Zhen rice shop is replaced without mixed sand. ”