"You just broke our rules when you asked us to do it conveniently, so I'm sorry, but if you want to cross the bridge now, it costs two hundred taels per person." The man said with a smile.
"Isn't this an open robbery? Even if you can't counter-offer, just pay back, how can you still raise the price?"
"I've never been more in love with you. If you keep talking nonsense, we'll only lose three hundred taels." The man said still calmly.
"Damn it! You guys have gone too far!" Wang Da suddenly became angry.
"What are you doing! If you don't ask whose territory this is, you want to cause trouble. I really don't want to live if you make trouble here!" The man holding the wooden board stood up directly, and behind him, everyone in the shed also stood up.
The Wang brothers in the distance saw that their eldest brother was surrounded, so they quickly dismounted and rushed over.
"It seems that the local customs and customs here are not very good." Dolin chuckled and jumped out of the carriage.
"Don't go, I'll go instead!" Jijiu also jumped out of the car and stopped Dolin.
Dowling nodded and sat back in the car.
Stop drinking and walk towards the bridge.
At this time, the Wang brothers were already pushing and shoving each other, and they were looking at a fight.
"Amitabha, please calm down, we have something to discuss!" Jijiu walked through the crowd and stood between the two parties.
"What the hell is there to discuss! We built this bridge, what's the matter with the toll? If you want to cross, just follow our rules, but it's okay. If you go five miles further, there is another bridge. That one is free. You guys
You can go and have a look." The other party saw a monk coming and saw that the monk was very dignified, so he also told him.
"Thank you for your understanding." Jijiu waved his hand at the Wang brothers, then took out a ten-tael piece of silver from his arms and handed it to the speaker.
The man took the silver, padded it and put it away with satisfaction.
Jijiu took the Wang brothers back to the carriage. Daolin glanced at the angry Wang brothers, and then asked Jijiu: "What's going on?"
"A group of people make a fortune by collecting tolls, but I have already taken care of it. They said there is a free bridge five miles further. Let's cross over there." Jijiu waved his hand and said.
"Okay, there is nothing to be angry with these little ruffians. Let's hurry up and get on our way." After Daolin comforted the Wang brothers, everyone set off and continued walking to the west.
"These fools will have to come back later and bring over that piece of wood." The person who was talking to the drunkard looked at the retreating team and ordered with an evil smile.
Immediately, a younger brother came over with another piece of wood.
Ten words were written in cinnabar on the wooden board: Bridge toll to be collected, five hundred taels per person.
Dowling and the others walked about five miles to the west, and they saw a wooden bridge spanning both sides of the cliff in the distance.
There were people passing by on the wooden bridge, and everyone was overjoyed, thinking that those people had some conscience and didn't lie to them.
But when they came to the bridge, they were stunned. The bridge did stand here, and it was obvious that there was no traffic on the bridge.
Even if the cables are worn out, even the wooden boards are missing pieces and nails. People will make a creaking sound when walking on it. This bridge is obviously in disrepair. Let alone the carriage, people can pass safely.
Extremely difficult.
Dowling and Jijiu jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the bridge. They needed to explore whether the bridge was still passable.
By chance, he met an old man carrying firewood coming from a distance, so Dolin walked over with a smile on his face.
"Uncle, let me ask, why is this bridge like this? Can cars still pass through it?" Dolin asked politely.
"You guys came here from the east, right?" The old man carrying firewood squatted down slightly and put down the bundle of firewood behind him.
Dolin quickly went up to help, dragging the firewood and placing it gently on the ground.
"Thank you, young man." The uncle said gratefully to Dolin, and then wiped the sweat on his forehead with the towel hanging on his shoulder.
"Uncle, we are indeed coming from the east. The bridge tolls there are too high, so we came here out of desperation." Daolin nodded in agreement, and then gave Jijiu a wink.
Jijiu nodded, took out the wine gourd and a sea bowl, and poured a bowl of wine for the uncle.
The uncle smelled the aroma of the wine, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Little brother, I have never had such a good wine in my life. You two are really good people." The uncle was not vague. After thanking him, he took the bowl and drank heavily.
"What a good wine!" The uncle touched his mouth and praised it.
Neither Dolin nor Jijiu urged him, and waited until the uncle drank the wine before asking again.
"You have fallen into the trap of those people. They told you that there is a bridge to cross here just to trick you into making a trip in vain. Don't be fooled by this bridge. If you walk on it and don't fall off, you are lucky. This bridge
More or less a dozen people died last year, hey..." The uncle sighed after saying this.
"Then why is this bridge so broken?" Dolin asked with a frown.
"Hmph... This bridge used to be good. I followed my father across this bridge when I was a child. This bridge has a history of at least several decades. It used to be good. But a group of people took it over and they built it on the east side.
The iron bridge destroyed the wooden bridge."
"Obviously, the bridge can still be walked on, but who knows if the board is loose or not. If you step on it, it will break, and people will fall down and die."
"Originally we planned to cross over there, but the locals asked for ten taels of silver once to go there, and ten taels of silver or twenty taels of silver to go back. How many years can we earn so much money? We have no choice but to
You can cross this broken bridge."
"Many people in our village died on this bridge."
Dolin frowned even more after hearing what the old man said.
"Then you can repair this bridge on your own initiative," Dowling said.
"Repair? How could those people let us repair? Every time we repaired, they destroyed it every time. We even had several conflicts. But they are all warriors and there are big forces behind them. We can't fight them." The uncle said with a bitter face.
said.
"Then the county doesn't care? As long as they come forward, the problem should be solved." Zhijiu asked.
"How can they care about the life and death of us little people, and we won't create profits for them, hey..." The uncle sighed, and after finishing speaking, he squatted down, put the firewood on his back and walked towards the wooden bridge.
Looking at the uncle's desolate back, Dolin sighed and walked away with the Jijiu Township carriage.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of wood breaking, followed by a scream.
Daolin and Jijiu heard the sound and looked over, only to see a figure falling down the cliff, and there was no figure of the uncle on the wooden bridge.
The two of them were shocked and quickly used their body skills to rush towards the edge of the cliff. Without any hesitation, they both jumped directly towards the bottom of the cliff.
But no matter how fast they were, there was always a time difference. They were in mid-air and could only watch helplessly as the old man fell hard to the bottom of the cliff and a red flower exploded.