Ma Ying heard Zhang Qiang's words and just wanted to say a few words to express his distrust of this kind of paper, to be honest, although this kind of paper is colorful and beautiful, it is very good-looking, and it makes a crisp sound of zaba zaba with a flick of his hand, if this is something to buy for his little daughter to play, for the cute smile of his little daughter, as a father he also admitted, but his whole family depends on this money to survive, how can he exchange this money for these pieces of paper that no one believes?

The farmer on the side pulled the corner of his clothes and whispered: "Let Xiucai and the businessmen say that we countrymen are stupid, although this person is not very tall, his face is white, the heavenly court is full, and his eyes are shining with a mysterious light that people can't see, I think, it's better not to be strong, remember Liu Bao from your village?" ”

Ma Ying nodded, this is what he knows, Liu Bao is the chief of their village, in the Ming Dynasty, because a big landlord in the township wanted to buy a few acres of land for his son, he went to forcibly buy the land of Widow Zhang's family, Liu Bao couldn't see it, and he had to take care of it, so he said a few words, and the landlord called the county government to press him into the ditch in the ground and drown him the next day.

So in the eyes of their countrymen, this kind of thing is a fool's behavior, as long as they are not too stupid, they will not stand out for others, now there are so many people here, not to mention that Ma Ying has not read a book, nor has he seen any society, but those things in their township are enough to train them into a qualified, shrewd mountain people.

People say that mountain devils, that is, they people, don't look down to the county seat, they don't know anything about some common sense things, stupid, but once it comes to the struggle, they can get rid of those nerds in the county town who are stupid and stupid, of course, their little cleverness is not enough for the officials and officials, they use their superior rich experience and broader vision than the mountain people, with their sensitivity to the struggle tempered by dealing with people, You can make these mountain devils want to die.

Suffer a lot, the people in the mountains know that they can't fight hard with the people in the county, and the losses are not losses, but blessings, and those officials and officials also know that if they enter the mountains, they are not the opponents of these mountain devils, small villages on the plains, small landlords can also extort a little, but if the mountains are not good, people will not play with each other, and they will directly wield knives, so they also know that they should treat mountain devils more preferentially, because one is not good, you can't catch people, people can suddenly get you, and then run away, this era to go into the mountains to suppress bandits, basically impossible, unless the imperial army is surrounded and suppressed, and they make up their minds, otherwise they will die in vain.

Both parties are like hedgehogs in the winter, they both know the distance between themselves and others.

One does not say, and one does not say is the best distance.

Ma Ying was stopped by her fellow villagers.

The old man walked out, "This strong man, you don't know that although this thing looks exquisite and looks fun, but after all, he is a piece of paper, he can't eat, can't drink, and it hurts to rub his buttocks, maybe those officials and old men like these things, but what we need is food, firewood, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, cloth, these things that can live a life, not things that can't be written or painted." ”

Xiucai also clasped his fists and saluted Zhang Qiang, and then said: "Yes, can we buy pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?" If you don't agree with this, you just don't let the silver come to the truth, if you print it indiscriminately, and when you run out of money, you will print some pieces of paper for us, and then take away our silver, so that we can't buy food anywhere, and we won't all starve to death? ”

Zhang Qiang bowed to the four directions, and said loudly: "Fellow fathers and fellow villagers, as far as I know, the governor has indeed run out of money to seal these things this time. ”

"Coax" He said this, and everyone talked about it, it was like opening a water and land dojo, and it couldn't stop for half a day.

The owner of the grain store, dressed in a green coat and a melon skin hat, walked over and arched his hand: "This strong man, I don't know where you learned that the governor has no money?" ”

The guards were just about to say that Zhang Qiang was the governor, but Zhang Qiang hurriedly stopped him, and the owner of the grain store chased after him and asked, "Then we sell grain to people at a low price, but we receive these pieces of paper, and the pieces of paper that are sent out are also this kind of pieces, isn't that a trap for everyone?" ”

"That's it, that's it," a group of men took the opportunity to make a fuss, and all the grain sellers and food buyers also shouted and crowded over, wanting to ask for an explanation.

Zhang Qiang stood there without changing his face, the two guards had already lifted their robes, pulled out the short fire guns under the robes, pointed at the indignant people, and at the same time pressed the waist knife in one hand, ready to scare at any time, pulled out the waist knife and took Zhang Qiang to break through, under Zhang Qiang's training, they still mastered a little tactical theory, and taking advantage of the chaos to break through was the best way they could come up with.

Zhang Qiang raised his hands and shouted, "Listen to me,"

The people around him stopped, quietly preparing to listen to him, and this silent change, through transmission, finally made everyone in the audience quiet.

Zhang Qiang took a step back, stood on the pile of grain that sold grain, and looked down on the living beings.

"Folks, folks,"

"A northerner, tell us about the old folks?" A big man didn't know whether it was troublemaking or a strong sense of region, and shouted, trying to destroy the harmonious situation suppressed by Zhang Qianggang.

"It's the northern barbarians, go back to your north, don't talk too much in our south." A guy with a meaty-looking face echoed.

"The north is now occupied by the Manchu Tartars, he won't be a spy of the Manchu Tartars!" Another voice shouted.

"Huh-" The people around him looked at Zhang Qiang in horror, took a few steps back, and the crowd was a little chaotic.

Zhang Qiang frowned, he has been speaking the official dialect of the north, no way, the traversers are all Jingpu dialect, and for the traversers, the south is simply a foreign language, and the language of the chirp sounds like a foreign language.

Even he doesn't like the dialects in the north that he doesn't understand, he still likes Mandarin, which allows everyone to communicate smoothly.

In the distance, Zhu Dayou took a group of sentry agents dressed in plain clothes, saw Zhang Qiang's hinted eyes, immediately found a few sentry leaders, whispered, and then it was like sand flowing into the ocean, disappearing, and after a while, Zhang Qiang saw those guys who were talking nonsense and daring to make trouble, his face changed, and then he was dragged out of the crowd, and the people around them didn't know what was going on.

Zhang Qiang is very satisfied with his intelligence team.

It is done silently, even the Dongchang and Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty cannot solve the problem without a trace, and they have the demeanor of plainclothes detectives of my Great Heavenly Empire.

"Don't listen to their nonsense." Zhang Qiang waited for the people to calm down before he said to these people who were terrified and afraid of causing trouble.

"What's wrong with the northerners, what's wrong with the southerners, we are all the people of the Ming Dynasty, as long as our hearts are towards the court, then we are the Ming people, as long as the actions we make are beneficial to the Ming Dynasty, then we are a pure Ming people, only those squires who only know how to exploit the people, bullies, and cowards, and scoundrels, corrupt officials are not worthy of being a Ming people, they are traitors."

"Okay." Finally, someone felt that Zhang Qiang had said it well, and shouted loudly, causing the people on the side to shout a few times.

After everyone quieted down, Zhang Qiang continued: "As for the use of paper as coins, this is also a last resort, do you know the money bank? ”

The grain merchant said: "Who doesn't know this, is your lord saying that this is like a silver ticket in the money bank?" ”

Zhang Qiang nodded, "Yes." Don't you trust the bank's silver bills? ”