Three months passed in a flash.

As groups of people moved to the new world, the originally noisy Cuiping Lake gradually quieted down.

Shengjing City was also affected, and the people of Nancheng, who were originally watching from the sidelines, watched so many people go to the New World to make a fortune every day, and their originally firm thoughts couldn't help but hesitate a little, and finally joined the transfer team.

The people of Nancheng are gone, and the operation of Shengjing City suddenly has problems.

No one cleaned the ground in the city, the night incense of the wealthy could not be poured out, and some dignitaries and nobles even had no one to supply the rice dishes for the next meal.

For a time, the sound of abuse in the streets and alleys was endless.

What made Zhao Yi feel the most ironic was that after those high-ranking officials and nobles encountered the inconvenience of life, their first reaction was not to realize how important those people at the bottom of the southern city were, but to be angry that their laziness caused their desires to not be satisfied in time.

Soon, countless eagle dog minions came out of the wealthy compound and headed towards Nancheng with great momentum, ready to teach those lazy and slippery mud legs a lesson.

However, when they arrived in Nancheng, they were shocked to find that almost all the laborers and laborers were gone, and only a group of gang members fought to grab things.

"Stop!"

An old man dressed in brocade and looking like a butler stepped forward.

When the others saw the old man come forward, they all fell silent, apparently recognizing his identity and his qualifications to speak on behalf of everyone.

"The old man is the head of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion."

The old man frowned, looking at the chaotic gang members in front of him, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But now is not the time to clean up these people.

Due to the untimely delivery of these mud legs in Nancheng, the Xishan Lingquan dedicated to making tea by Lord Zuo Xiang has been sold out.

Lord Zuo Xiang took a break today, preparing to make a cup of spiritual tea to refresh himself according to his usual habits, but he found that there was no spiritual spring, and he was immediately furious, and directly drenched the blood of the dog scolded by him.

The manager was holding back the fire in his belly at this time, and waited to find the few cement legs who gave them a hard lesson, but he couldn't find anyone.

It's like punching cotton with all my strength, and I'm so suffocated that I almost vomit blood.

The chief stared at one of the gang leaders, and said with a gloomy face: "The old man asks you, where did all those mud legs go?" ”

These gangs in Shengjing City may not be able to do other abilities, but their eyesight is very online.

Who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked, these people have a clear heart!

Although the manager's tone was bad, the gang leader who was stopped did not have the slightest look of anger on his face, but seemed to be flattered, and flattered: "Back to the master, those mud legs are gone!" ”

The prime minister's door is a seven-rank official.

Although the manager is submissive in front of his own left minister, he is also the number one person outside.

Accustomed to being flattered on weekdays, the manager was not confused by the "master" in the mouth of the gang leader, but suddenly grasped the point of his speech.

"Gone?"

The manager was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting this result, and subconsciously asked: "Where did those mud legs go?" ”

When the gang leader heard this, he pouted disdainfully: "Where else can I go, go to the New World to farm for the emperor!" Those fools are all fools, what's so good about farming, can they stay in Shengjing City and live happily? But if they're gone, the possessions they've saved will be ours."

The governor ignored the chatter of the gang leaders.

At this point, there was only one thought left in his mind.

Oops!

Those mud legs ran away, what should I do with the Lingquan where the old man Zuo Xiang made tea?

It's not just Lingquan.

The rice, noodles, vegetables and meat of the Zuo Xiangfu were also served by these mud legs in the past.

Those mud-legged people ran away and went to farm for the emperor, what should I do if the hundreds of people in the Zuo Xiangfu eat?

It was not only the head of the Zuo Xiangfu who was nervous and scared, but the others immediately panicked when they heard Nancheng's mud legs running away.

"Damn, how dare those mud legs?"

"My lord is still waiting to eat guinea fowl, what can I do if there are no chickens now?"

"My young lady wants to eat eight-treasure rice, I went to the market early in the morning to buy it, but no one in the market is open, if you have more at home, can you give me some evenly?"

"Your young lady still eats eight-treasure rice, and my family doesn't even have rice in the pot at noon!"

"Don't you have rice and noodles at home? I have everything at home, and I'm just here to see what's going on. ”

"Alas, on weekdays, I am used to those mud legs sending fresh food every day, so I didn't prepare to keep the vegetables, who knew that those mud legs suddenly ran away! Brother, the rivers and lakes are in emergency, can you eat some food with my family, my lord is a household servant! ”

"What's so great about the head of the household, my lord is still the secretary of the Ministry of Rites! Brother, eat well in my family, my lord owes a favor to your family? ”

"My lord is a secretary."

"My lord is the secretary of the Ministry of Industry."

"Yes, sir."

The leader of the gangsters looked at the wealthy nobles who quarreled and almost fought, and his face suddenly became very exciting.

A thug next to him lowered his voice and asked, "Boss, what's wrong with those people?" ”

The gangster leader blinked, and said thoughtfully: "Those people, there should be no food."

Hearing this, the thug's eyes lit up: "Boss, there are a lot of things to eat and drink in our gang, since they don't have anything to eat, why don't you sell them at a high price?" ”

Hearing this, the gangster leader's face suddenly showed a hint of emotion.

But soon he regained his senses.

There is no stupid person who can become a gang leader in Shengjing City, otherwise he would have been killed a long time ago.

The leader of the gangsters looked at the nobles who were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and a sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart.

This sense of crisis does not come from these people in front of them, but from instinct.

What will happen to those dignitaries who don't eat? Will they rob them?

Even if they don't rob it, those mud legs have gone to the New World to farm for the emperor, and if there is no stable food supply in the future, how long can the things in the gang eat? What should they do after eating?

Thinking of this, the gangster leader waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, go back and pack your things!" ”

The thugs on the side were stunned for a moment, looked at the houses in the distance that had not yet had time to rob, and suddenly said urgently: "Boss, we still have a lot of places that have not been scraped, if we leave, we will be cheaper than those people from the Ergou Gang." ”

The gangster leader didn't stop walking, waved his hand without looking back, and said, "Since they want it, then give it to them!" I'm afraid that they will have their lives to rob them, but they don't have a life! ”

The gangsters can't resist their own boss, so they can only reluctantly follow behind.

Another thug asked, "Boss, what are you doing with your things?" ”

"Go to the New World and farm for the Emperor!"

The gangster leader stopped and looked at the nobles in a mess, and his face showed a look of wisdom that was superior in intelligence.

"Not being able to eat is only temporary."

"Those idiots don't know what the real crisis is yet!"

"When they react, it's not far from death!"

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