"If it's dead, then we'll just bury it," Ye Lang said calmly. "We're going into the city. Later, go find the merchants in the city and have them bring their goods over. We want to buy them."
Ye Lang's calmness caused some people to calm down. But at the same time, Ye Lang's last sentence caused some people to have a small problem.
"Young master, what merchants are you looking for? What goods? " The dark and skinny man once again asked on behalf of everyone. He had been very active on the road and had become a popular person among the crowd.
"All of them," said Ye Lang.
“？？ All of them? "Everyone stared blankly for a moment before repeating the words.
"Yes, all of them." Ye Lang nodded. He was thinking that even if they bought everything in this city, it probably wouldn't be enough.
"Young master, are you saying that we should call all the merchants over and buy all of their goods?" The dark and skinny man confirmed.
"Yes, that's right. Is there a problem?" Ye Lang looked at everyone.
"Is, is that possible?" Everyone felt that there was a problem. Buy everything? What was he planning to do? Also, did he even have the money to buy everything?
To ordinary people, they would never have imagined that a single person could buy all of the goods in the city. To them, that was like a fairy tale. It was impossible.
"Of course I can. It's just a matter of a few coins. I'll show you." Ye Lang poured out a pile of gold and silver coins. Although the scale was much smaller than the previous few times, the effect this time wasn't any less than before. In fact, it was even more shocking.
Just think about it, the previous two times, some of them had been bandits and some had been rich people. They naturally had a much higher tolerance than these commoners. These commoners had never seen so many gold and silver coins in their lives.
"Young master …"
At this time, almost everyone was sure that Ye Lang was not an ordinary noble young master. This time, the people in the city rejoiced that they hadn't offended Ye Lang. They also believed that the grain officer had died in vain.
No, he deserved to die. But right now, they didn't dare to look into it. Or perhaps it was better to say that this young master among the refugees had a way to resolve this matter.
However, they were all curious as to why such a Young Master would be walking with a group of refugees without any followers. That young lady should not be a follower and looked like a noble lady, but she did not seem to speak.
"All of you, take the gold coins and tell those merchants that I want everything they have. The gold coins are waiting for them," said Ye Lang. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he didn't need to enter the city anymore. He had those merchants come out.
If he were to buy them one by one, he might as well let the merchants in the city bring the goods over themselves.
"Also, if there's anything that the people want to sell, you can also directly bring it over," Ye Lang added.
After this, all but a small minority of the people went to town
After a short while, the small city was in an uproar. The feeling of a storm in the city let everyone know that something had happened.
After knowing that Ye Lang had piled up gold coins to buy everything here, regardless of whether there was anything for sale or not, they all gathered around to watch. Perhaps it was because of the excitement.
No matter what the reason was, the small city was in an uproar. There was a sea of people at the city gate where Ye Lang was.
At this moment, the soldiers and refugees who had stayed behind surrounded the pile of gold and silver coins on the ground, protecting them from being taken away.
This scene was a bit strange. Why were the members of both sides working together?
At this moment, Ye Lang, the core character of this incident and the one who had stirred up this storm, was very leisurely cleaning his clothes. He used a purification array to remove the dust on his body, revealing his original appearance. He was clearly a noble young master who was even more noble than the City Lord.
If that small grain officer had seen Ye Lang's current appearance, he might not have died, nor would he have acted so arrogantly in front of Ye Lang.
… …
Within the city, the City Lord was still having a headache about how to deal with the refugees. During this period of time, who knew how many refugees had passed through their city. Although they had always refused to let them in, they had still taken in a small portion of those who were dying.
Of course, this was not the problem. The problem was that there might be even more to come.
The City Lord was cursing, cursing the Lord of Gomera Prefecture. Even if it was a rare drought in a hundred years, it shouldn't be like this. Some places had also encountered drought, but there was not a single refugee. At the very least, they had dealt with their own internal affairs.
Sigh, this disaster, to be precise, was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.
"What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy?" Very soon, the City Lord heard Xixi's muttering outside. He felt that it was a bit strange, and just as he was about to call someone out to see what was going on, someone ran over to report something.
"City Lord, City Lord, those refugees, those refugees …" That person seemed to have run too fast, and had not even caught his breath.
"Tell me, what's the matter? Could it be that the refugees have entered the city? "The City Lord frowned. If that was the case, then these guards should all be dismissed and investigated.
"Yes, they have entered the city," the person who reported said, clutching his chest.
"What? What are you doing? How can you let those refugees in? Didn't I tell you to give them porridge and let them pass? "The City Lord hadn't really believed that the refugees had entered the city, and he had just said it casually.
"We did give them porridge, but these refugees are different. They, they're here to buy things, no matter what it is," the person who reported said, his tone a bit strange.
The refugees wanted to buy things? No matter what it was, they wanted it?
The City Lord looked at the person in front of him with a puzzled expression. He was suspecting …
"Did your mouth say something wrong, or did my ears hear wrong?"
"That's right, that's right. I heard that the person who brought this group of refugees is a rich noble young master. He's already poured out a pile of gold coins at the city gate, and he wants to buy everything in our city," the person who reported said.
"Men, prepare a horse. I'm going to the city gate to meet this noble young master and see what kind of person he is. He actually has the capital to buy everything in our city," the City Lord shouted. He knew that at this time, it was meaningless for him to stay here. He had to go to the city gate and talk to Ye Lang.
If he had stayed here, he believed that Ye Lang wouldn't have come to meet him. To Ye Lang, these City Lords were just small figures.
Moreover, even if they were big figures, Ye Lang might not necessarily meet them unless there was something he had to do.
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