"So much fur!"

Uda took the furs and inspected them, occasionally raising his head and saying, "They are all good products!"

"It's done!" the old thief sniffed.

Wang Laoer said: "What happened?"

The old thief said: "From now on, I will eat dried meat until you vomit!"

"They're all ours?" Wang Laoer realized later.

"no."

Yang Xuan really wanted to keep all this windfall in his own pocket.

But he knew he couldn't.

Wang Laoer muttered: "If you accept it, accept it. Who dares to be nagging?"

The old thief whispered: "This is a gentleman, not an official."

Wang Laoer was stunned: "You mean, officials can swallow all this money?"

"yes!"

"Then why can't Lang Jun?"

"It's because the officials only want one person and one family, while the husband only wants the world."

Wang Laoer sighed, "Nothing in the world is as fragrant as dried meat."

The old thief smiled kindly, "This is why Mr. Lang is the best to you."

Many times, living simply is not a bad thing.

But many times, trying to pretend to be innocent is terrible.

"Yang Shijun, I want to buy goods, but I just want to buy goods!"

Lang Fei was tied behind his back and thrown into the cart, howling: "The villain is not a smuggler."

Yang Xuan dropped the fur in his hand, clapped his hands and walked over, "Look, I haven't said anything about smuggling yet, so why don't you go on a pole and deny it?"

Lang Fei shouted: "The villain is really good, Bo Luo, Ha Chi, you are so damn talkative!"

Boluo raised his head and smiled miserably: "This is Yang Gou, the Yang Gou who kills without blinking an eye. Even if we really buy goods, do you think he will let us go? Look, he has brought hundreds of riders, and he is clearly guarding us. You so damn want to pretend to be stupid, aren’t you stupid! Ah!”

"This one is much smarter." Yang Xuan reached out and patted Bo Luo's cheek, "Do you want to save your life?"

Bo Luo was startled, then asked ecstatically: "Can you survive?"

"Of course." Yang Xuan looked at his hands and felt a little greasy, and felt disgusted in his heart, "We are old friends after all. We pay with one hand and hand over people with the other."

"How much?"

"Fifty thousand dollars."

Even though he was prepared to be blackmailed, Boluo still struggled, like a fish abandoned on the shore, "You are crazy! Five hundred thousand dollars is enough to build a golden man."

"I'm not crazy, you are crazy."

Yang Xuan waved his hand and said, "Send him on his way."

Uda came over and said, "Master, are you erecting a pole or something?"

"Put the pole up."

Bo Luo stared at Yang Xuan, trying to tell the truth from his expression.

Yang Xuan walked towards Ha Chi, and Wu Dal ordered several guards to erect poles.

Cut down trees of suitable size, remove the branches, remove a section of bark, and sharpen the top of the section.

"It's done."

Uda pointed at Boluo. Two guards came over. One of them smiled kindly and said, "Look, we even changed your clothes for you. After all, it is a courtesy only for nobles. You can't say that we are cruel when you go underground."

Another guard said: "It doesn't matter what I say. Lang Jun said that killing people for the Tang Dynasty and killing Ying Ye are all merits."

The guard asked: "Why?"

"Lang Jun said that the gods of our Tang Dynasty are the most powerful and can protect us."

Boluo was stripped of his outer clothes and shouted: "Shijun Yang, Shijun Yang, let's discuss it easily! How about less, two hundred and fifty thousand? Ah!"

"Do you really think this is a shop?" Yang Xuan shook his head, "Six hundred thousand!"

Bo Luo: "..."

Six hundred thousand!

Six hundred thousand?

Uda shouted: "Hurry up."

The two guards stripped Boluo naked, and his fat body looked quite ridiculous, like a fat pig.

Boluo trembled, "There is something easy to say, there is something easy to say!"

The old thief asked curiously: "He can still survive?"

"Businessmen only have themselves in their eyes." Yang Xuan wiped the oil on his hands. "This is a group of people with the strongest desires in the world. They pursue money and then fame."

"Your Majesty, you must have a head, right?" a sergeant asked.

"That's right." Yang Xuan said sarcastically: "When fame and fortune come to an end for them, they will focus on power. Then they will either gain power through corruption and cultivate spokespersons, or they will go into battle and become officials themselves.

"

"A businessman becoming an official? What a dream!" The old thief thought this was impossible.

The Central Plains dynasty has always been very wary of merchants and suppressed them severely.

"My ancestors said that if businessmen see profit and forget their loyalty, and let them serve as officials, the world will be in chaos."

Boro was pulled in front of the wooden stake, and a guard asked: "Get him some grease?"

Uda shook his head, "No need, it will bleed if you prick it, and it's just slippery."

Bo Luo thought of the rumors he had heard: Yang Gou likes to strip his opponent naked and let him sit on a tree trunk, while the tree trunk slowly slides down the valley path. In this way, the person will not die for a while, and will howl miserably for a long time.

"I give it! Yang Shijun, Yang Gong! Aye! I give it!"

Boluo howled at the top of his lungs.

One of the guards holding him felt his feet were wet. He looked down and cursed, "What a dog! He's actually incontinent!"

Seeing this, Lang Fei shouted: "Your Majesty, I am willing to pay a ransom."

Wang Laoer looked at him as if he were a fool, "Your money is all in the city, it's up to you to take it for yourself."

"My dick has grown." The old thief was very pleased.

Lang Fei trembled, "I still have money outside. As long as you let me go, I swear to hand over all the money."

Well!

Wang Laoer has no idea.

"Take him back and hang him outside the city!" Yang Xuan no longer looked at Lang Fei.

"Why? Don't you want money? Bo Luo and the others can pay ransom to redeem themselves, why can't the villain?" Bo Luo was almost desperate.

He thought about it carefully and found that he and Yang Xuan had no personal enmity and had never crossed paths in the past.

"Why do you want to put this villain to death?"

Yang Xuan saw some good pieces of leather, took them out and gave them to the old thief, "Take them back."

He turned around and looked at Lang Fei, "People like Bo Luo are a scourge, and there are no too many scourges from foreign races. You are also a scourge, but you are from the Tang Dynasty. The less scourges from the Tang Dynasty, the better."

In the afternoon, the motorcade entered Lin'an City in a mighty manner.

"Get rich."

The officials in the state were overjoyed.

Lang Fei, who had been tortured all the way, was thrown outside the city. Immediately, the sergeants dispatched and captured several businessmen and more than ten officials in the city.

"Businessmen ransacked their homes and hanged them."

"Please spare your life!" the merchants howled.

Yang Xuan was not moved at all, "The officials... ransacked their homes and reported it to Tao County and the Ministry of Civil Affairs."

A row of businessmen were hanged outside the city, and their money went into the treasury.

The distinguished envoy brought several fine furs home with him.

"Aning, I'll make some big cloaks for you."

Zhou Ning was surprised, "Didn't you go out today without any money? Where did it come from?"

"It was a gift from someone else." Yang Xuan casually threw the fur aside.

"Who is so generous? Where is that person?"

"Going to the West."

The lunch at the Zhouli canteen on the second day was very sumptuous, including enough mutton.

The money became a hot commodity, and officials took advantage of the opportunity to have a meal to sell their blood, saying that they were short of money in the affairs under their jurisdiction, so they had to sell their blood.

"Your Majesty, if you keep the money, you should keep it, spend it!"

Lu Qiang, who was used to living a hard life, couldn't help but want to relax for a while.

"When this money goes into the public account, how it should be spent should follow the rules and priorities."

Everyone was disappointed.

"The interruption of trade routes this time has caused many workshops to stop working in various parts of Chenzhou. It's okay for the workshops to stop working. It's okay for the merchants to have the foundation, but what about the workers? What about those who don't have overnight food at home?"
To be continued...