The day after Jianguo and Lucy left, Lai Junchen hurriedly walked back and forth in the private room of the inn, he calculated that the army should arrive at the front line in a few days, but it seemed that this windcatcher city did not seem to be unstable at all. Yes, why is there turmoil in the city. Could it be that the method of the Metropolitan Governor does not work?

He reached into his arms and pulled out a leather bag. This was handed over to him by Zhou Yu himself when he was leaving, and told him to open it when he had nothing to do, and just do what he said.

That's now.

Lai Junchen tore open the stitches sewn on the leather bag, revealing a piece of straw sandpaper. When he opened it, there were only four words written on it: price gouging.

Price gouging? What is the meaning? Zhou Yu naturally understood, he handed over this job to Lai Junchen, and it was precisely because Lord Lai was the smartest, most able to judge the situation, and the most improvisable in the entire army, otherwise how could he be awarded the position of envoy.

He pondered for a long time, staring at the two sacks of Gaba that he had hidden in the licorice cart when he entered the city, and fell into deep thought.

The next day, on the east set of the Storm Catcher City. A man with a hooded turban hurriedly walked to the grain store, and as soon as he entered the door, he covered his mouth and asked the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, how do you sell this gluttonous noodles?" ”

"A scoop of gaba is a small bag, once a gaba five bags." The little two didn't raise their eyelids, and they picked their feet. There are more people who come to buy noodles in a day, if he welcomes everyone with a smile, he won't be a McDonald's mascot?

"How many do you have here?" The voice was still very hurried.

"Huh?" Xiao Er stopped, took his finger from between his toes and sniffed in front of his nose, stretched out contentedly, and raised his head to look at the lion's wide-mouthed patron.

"How many? How much do you want? He threw the towel back his shoulder, apparently impatient with the uninvited guest.

"I'm going to do it all!"

"What are you kidding? There are 50 bags of dumplings in this store, and it takes 10 denier gaba to wrap the round, and there are more in the backyard. Can you afford it? I'll tell you, don't tease the master here, I hurt a lot! With that, Xiao Er rolled up his sleeves and flashed his fist, glaring viciously.

"Push it on!" The voice shouted outside, and the porter struggled to push a cart into the shop, standing straight in the middle of the patio.

"This is 100 Dangaba, trouble brother, I want 500 bags of noodles." The man who spoke looked out of the store alertly, as if he was hiding someone.

"Uh, uh, hello officer! Please be seated! Have you eaten? The shopkeeper saw that he had almost provoked the God of Wealth by accident, for fear of being whipped by the shopkeeper for a while, so he hurriedly nodded and rubbed the chair, sat up, and served tea to the man.

After settling down with the God of Wealth, Xiao Er jumped to the back hall with an arrow.

"Oops! Guest officer, uncle, there is a loss of welcome, there is a loss of welcome! Snubbing, sins, sins! A fat man who looked like Zheng Zeshi walked out of the inner hall quickly, and the person arrived before the sound, fully expressing his respect for the visitors.

"Uncle, the little one is the shopkeeper of the store. Listen to my uncompetitive little two, you want 500 bags of noodles! The half-oil, half-sweat mixture that overflowed from the shopkeeper's fat face looked particularly greasy and reflective in the sunlight.

"Exactly." The man's hand holding the tea bowl slowly lowered it again.

"I'll tell you the truth, the situation in Storm Catcher City is tense now, and the goods from outside can't come in. The army defending the city was short of food, and a few hundred bags of noodles were taken away on credit from the small shop a few days ago. At present, the inventory of small shops and small shops is less than 200! The shopkeeper said curtly.

"Don't worry, how many grain stores are there in this Dongji?"

"In addition to our store, there are two in Dongji and two in Xiji." The shopkeeper is obviously very knowledgeable about the situation of his peers.

"Well, since I'm here, I don't run so many places. I'll leave it to you, I have 200 dena, here is 100 denier. Just take it as a deposit, and I'll send a porter to send another hundred deniers in a while. Two hundred dangaba is a thousand bags of dumpling noodles, you help me buy them. It's not enough here, you can help me go to other stores to buy it. Remember, a thousand bags, not even one less. Don't want an extra bag. After the deed is done, I will give another fifty deniers as a reward, and I will trouble the store. With that, the man hurriedly got up to leave.

"Uncle, where are you going to send this side?" The shopkeeper hurriedly stopped him.

"Send it to the inn of the Giza family, and I'll stay there." The man tightened the burlap towel on his face and walked out quickly.

As a result, a beach-grabbing landing battle against the flour began. The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper and the owner of the grain store all went out, and the set of cars, the bagging of the bags, the shouting and drinking, and the contact of the contact, did not take half a day to beat the flour of the remaining five families, returned to the pile, shuttled, and bottomed, and the six grain stores in the city were stunned from the door to the warehouse, and even a piece of dregs could not be found, which was called a clean.

"Uncle, look, look, all the dumpling flour that is now sold in bulk in the whole city is placed in this courtyard, a total of more than 900 bags, really, really can't make up a thousand. Look, you see, why don't I give you the rest of the money back? The shopkeeper didn't smile, saying that he was returning the money, but he didn't mean to pay the money at all.

"Forget it, it's your reward. You've worked hard enough to make change. The man waved his hand and withdrew the shopkeeper and Xiao Er.

Lai Junchen untied his scarf and walked around the whole yard of flour with his hands behind his back, thoughtfully. I don't know if the Metropolitan Governor meant that he had to raise prices.

The news of the out-of-stock of dumpling flour began to spread among the people the next day, and it was impossible to buy it on the East Market or the West Market. Two grain stores simply closed Zhang and went on board. Dumplings are the daily staple food of the common people, they are different from the nobles and soldiers, there is no meat to eat, no wine to drink, only dumplings and noodles and vegetable leaf soup. If you can't buy dumpling noodles, it's no different from cutting off their food.

"Dangdang!"

"Open the door! Open the door! ”

"Why is it closed? What about noodles? ”

"Shopkeeper, come out. Why don't you sell us flour? ”

Impatient diners pounded hard at the door of the boarded grain store, but it seemed to have no effect, and only the noise was in response. Some of the people who still have some stock at home are complacent, glad that they have prepared stock in advance, and they can eat for at least ten days and a half months, and some are anxious, if the city continues to be under martial law like this, the food at home will be eaten sooner or later. And then what? And then what to do? Do you go with the soldiers to grab food? Or just wait for death? These clouds gradually spread over the entire Stormcatcher.

"Tell the city lord!" A middle-aged man dressed as a master walked quickly into the main hall of the Wind Catcher City Palace.

"Speak!" The deep voice came from an old man in his sixties, who stood unruly with his back to the main hall, one hand propped on a huge chair symbolizing power, and the other hand kneading his temple.

The throne of Storm Catcher Castle is called Sarijin, which was given by Tsuchinotsuka himself. Successive generations of city lords have been proud of this, this throne is no different from ordinary dragon chairs from a distance, but up close it is made of countless humanoid skulls, each skull is golden but hideous, eerie. Legend has it that it was made by quenching and incinerating thousands of deniers of gold and pouring it on the skulls of hundreds of rebellious tribal leaders. It is meant to imprison the soul of the rebel so that you will endure the humiliation of the ruler's crotch forever. Legend has it that in the middle of the night, if you lie on this huge sand of gold, you will hear * and ghosts crying wolf, that is, the souls of the dead begging for forgiveness.

The Sand Gold of Wind Catching City, the Flower Creek of Drunken Flower City, the Moon in the Clouds of Star Picking City, and the Heart of Ice in Tianyin City are collectively known as the Four Thrones of the Borderlands, and only the rulers of the continent who are recognized by the Earth King, the Water King, the Wind King, and the Fire King are qualified to sit on them. If others make a mistake, they are rebelling. It can also be said that these four thrones are symbols of the power of the four continents.

"Lord Castle, something happened in the city today. Some mobs smashed and looted several grain stores in the East and West Bazaar. Later, a group was arrested and dispersed by the city defense army. ”

"Oh? Why is this happening? ”

"It is said that because there is no grain to sell in the grain store, many people have less than two days of grain in their homes."

"Where did the food go?"

"In addition to those that were requisitioned by the garrison, according to the owner of the grain store who was arrested, the flour in the East and West Bazaars was bought by a masked man at a high price?"

"The masked man, could it be that the adversary sent him?"

"The lowly post also has this conjecture, and has sent the chief soldier of the city defense army to the inn explained by the boss to get people."

"Boom, boom, boom!" Several loud noises, like thunder and fire, shook the palace for a while, and a few more cobweb-like cracks appeared on the wall in an instant. Both of them were unsteady on their feet, and hurriedly held on to the things around them so that they would not fall. It happened that there were tiles of lime sprinkled on the top of his head, and he pounced on two big white faces.

"Who? Where are the guns being fired? "The face of the reckless owl was so comical when it was painted in white ash, and his pointed jaw, deep eye sockets, and hooked nose were a proper combination of a witch man's face. After being painted white, he turned into a clown face, that is, there was one less ball on his nose.

The place where the loud noise occurred was not somewhere else, it was the inn where Lai Junchen lived. He originally intended to set fire to the flour, but since he couldn't take it with him, he couldn't finish it. Rather than leaving it to those who come to the door to sweep, it is better to destroy it directly, so as to take advantage of the chaos to see if there is a chance to escape. After all, this is not a place to stay for a long time, and he is alone and has lost the cover of Jianguo and Lucy, and the risk of exposure is extremely great. If you miss and are caught, there is only one way to die, or life is better than death.

After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth. Taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, he stole two barrels of vegetable oil from the inn kitchen, and poured all the remaining ones on the sacks. However, people are not as good as heaven, and heaven is not as good as science, and Mr. Lai Junchen's private school must not have taught him the principle of flour explosion. The ones in the yard were okay, because the dozens of bags in his house were relatively confined in space, they immediately exploded violently not long after they ignited, and then caused continuous explosions in the yard. A thousand bags of flour, the power of the explosion should not be underestimated. The entire inn was razed to the ground, dozens of surrounding houses were damaged to varying degrees, and even the palace a thousand meters away was obviously shaken.

At this time, Lai Junchen, who had fled to the gate of the city, heard several loud noises, and the inertia brought by the shock wave was like being hit by a strong man in the back, and he flew out seven or eight meters, but fortunately his face hit the ground, and he was not injured. Rubbing his cheeks, the adult was secretly shocked. It's so dangerous, if it weren't for the opportunity to escape, he quickly fled the crime scene after setting the fire, and he might have been blown into slag by now. Pity the innkeeper and the other guests, it is estimated that they have become Zao Wou-ki, and they are everywhere. Who knew this thing could explode?

What the Lord didn't know was that just as he was escaping from the roof, the city defense chief and more than 20 attendants who came in through the main gate witnessed the last good time together, and they were all blown up.

"Whoever is a soldier, do well. Let's get out! ”

"Please, let us out."

"Lord City Guard, there is no food in Wind Catching City, and ordinary people can't eat food, so how can there be leftovers for us beggars to eat! I beg you to let us out, it's better for us to beg elsewhere than to starve here!" ”

"Yes, you can be gracious!"

At the city gate, twenty or thirty beggars surrounded a city guard, and after the explosion just now, all the patrol officers and soldiers of various departments in the city dispatched troops to investigate and rescue, and the city gate guards were the same. Now of the remaining seven or eight sergeants, the older one was the chief, so the beggars circled him. The other younger ones were also restless and restless, wondering if the battle had already begun.

"What nonsense? Lord Reckless has an order, and the battle situation has been tense these days, and martial law has been imposed all day. No one is allowed to enter or leave except for the needs of the city's defense. How many more times do you want me to say it, don't you understand? The old castle guard raised his spear and waved it, trying to scare them away.

But the beggars did not give up, and as soon as the city guard had gathered up his spears, they surrounded him again. After all, when a soldier fights, a beggar wants to beg! What orders are not ordered, if you know that you will starve to death, what orders do you care? They just don't have a knife in their hands, otherwise they would have fought a bloody way a long time ago. Lai Junchen took advantage of the night to cover a corner of the city wall, took a dagger and dug a few large holes in his clothes, and then wiped some black mud from the ground and pasted it on his face, and walked over with an arrow step, joining the group of beggars besieging the city guard.

"Oops, it's annoying! Like flies! ”

"Yes, buzzing, I can't sleep well, and I can't stand guard either!"

One by one, the young soldiers complained, and it reached the ears of the city guards.

"Okay, okay! Just a few of you, remember! If you go out, you'll never come back! The castle guard took his spear and pulled the group aside, and counted them by fifteen and ten.

"Iron donkey, iron egg, open the door! Just make a small slit! Let these filthy things out, lest they make a lot of noise and stink here! The city guard shouted at the two young soldiers in the distance.

"Squeak, squeak!" Two people called Iron Donkey and Iron Egg turned the winch together, and the city gate opened little by little, revealing a gap where one person could go out sideways.

"Twenty-six in all! If you go out, you won't come back! The god of the desert wishes you all the best of luck. Now, get out of here! The castle guard swept his spear and drove the men out. In such a fortress place, he didn't want to delay for a moment. I'm just a substitute, in case something goes wrong and mixes in with spies or enemy soldiers, no matter how big my head is, I can't buckle such a big black cauldron! It's better to do it quickly!

The adults followed a group of beggars and mixed out, and it went much more smoothly than expected.

"Huh? Ma San'er, the soldier just now said how many of us are here? ”

"Twenty-six, like that, chief!"

"Twenty-six? No, there are only twenty-five of us? The old beggar with scabies on his face wondered.

As they walked, the beggars looked at each other.

"Huh? Who are you? Boss, here's one more! A young beggar shouted loudly. Lai Junchen saw that the gate of the boulder city was not closed more than ten meters behind him, and there was a possibility that the pursuers would chase him out at any time.

Run!

He threw off his arms and ran away! He didn't look back, he ran wildly with his eyes closed. At the beginning, there were a few beggars chasing, but how could the beggar have his energy, he ate and drank spicy food every day, and his limbs were about to degenerate when he lay on the bed. Thorpe has wood? Serena Williams, I just asked, do you have wood?

Running and stopping in a straight line, walking and resting, it was almost dawn, and the adults did not find a place where the army was encamped. He secretly thought to himself, it's not a way to go on like this, if he didn't find the Metropolitan Governor, he died of exhaustion and starvation! I couldn't see the Wind Catcher City anymore when I turned around, and I probably ran out to say that it was thirty miles away.

With that, he saw a few withered pears in front of him. He took three steps and two steps, took out the dagger in his arms, and cut off the bark of the pear tree with one knife at a time, and split the trunk into small pieces. While the wind still doesn't pick up in the morning, it might help. As he prayed, he took the fire out of his bosom and set it on fire. As he clicked, he fanned hard with his gown with two big holes.

I can't see you, you can always see the smoke. There are so many people, they don't even have this vigilance. Lai Junchen muttered in his heart.

Sure enough, it didn't take a meal. A scout approached the place where the wolf smoke was burning and found the adult. The soldiers and the envoys did not know each other, and they could only determine whether they were brothers in the trenches by describing the righteous deeds of the Grand Duke.

"The Grand Duke!" As soon as he saw Zhou Yu, Lai Junchen's tears couldn't stop flowing, he hugged Zhou Yu so hard that he couldn't pull it away.

"Huh? Alas! Something else, come to the adults? Pay attention to the occasion and pay attention to the quality! Zhou Yu also hurriedly pushed him back.

"Grand Duke, I thought I would never see you again! Whining! Lai Junchen cried like a child, Zhou Yu did not deny that he may have been a little excited and excited, but not as for crying like this, his answer was: No. Everyone knows that Lord Lai is a good actor, and if there was an Oscar in Borderlands, he would have won the Lifetime Achievement Award a long time ago.

"Governor, fortunately, not dishonored, fortunately, not dishonored!" Lai Junchen said while wiping the tears on his face with his sleeve.

"Oh? What is the mission? ”

"Didn't you ask me to raise prices?"

"Ang, did you lift it?"

"Lifted!"

"Did you buy it?"

"Bought it!"

"Where's the stuff?"

"Blown up...

"Blown up? Fuck, I'll hammer you to death! ”

"Governor, I didn't know it could explode! I really don't know! ”

"I'm a dog, two hundred Dangaba, you have given me a flower, ah? Don't pull me, Lu Bu, let go! ”

"Dadudu, I still have a poem to finish, I'll go write it first!"

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