Chu Ci jumped on the roof of the car and said to Yu Sheng, "Why do I think I'm taking advantage of these people?"
"Taking advantage of them? That's not necessarily true." Yu Sheng said, no one in this world who can take advantage of him has been born yet.
But Yu Sheng was a little worried about the lives of the people in the city. He asked Chu Ci, "Are the people in the city now at a point where they can't open the pot?"
Chu Ci shook his head, "That's not true, but it is true that the price of rice continues to rise."
Yangzhou is just a small city and cannot accommodate many people, but now that the number of refugees from the Southern Wilderness has suddenly poured in nearly ten times, it naturally cannot support it.
Yu Sheng nodded and looked back at the city lord. These things were his aunt's worries.
The thunder truck quickly arrived outside the city gate. Although I had expected the crowds in the city, I was still shocked.
Many beggars surrounded the thunder cart from a distance, stretched out their dark hands and broken bowls, and begged the people on the cart.
If the thunder cart hadn't been so tall, it might have been surrounded by these beggars and it would have been difficult to move.
Zhou Jiufeng was about to withdraw money to give alms, but was stopped by Yu Sheng, "It's hard to give alms for a while, but someone will take care of them later."
The thunder truck did not stop and entered Yangzhou City directly.
The formerly spacious East-West Avenue was now surrounded by water and the stalls on both sides were almost in the middle of the road.
There are those who set up stalls to tell fortunes, some who sell books, some who sell clothes, and some who even sell children and girls.
Not only that, there are also ghost-catching celestial masters or demon-hunting celestial masters selling personal weapons along the road.
If the thunder cart passed through this street, it would have to wait for a long time, so Zhou Jiufeng and Zhuang Zisheng were left to help the rich and distressed, and they got off the cart for the rest of their lives.
As soon as it landed on the ground, someone crowded in front of Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng protected Aunt Qing, "What are you doing?"
The visitor held a sword in front of Yu Sheng and said, "Sir, do you want a sword?"
Without waiting for Yu Sheng's answer, he said eagerly: "This sword is the most powerful weapon in the world. It has a blade of three feet and seven inches and a net weight of seven kilograms and thirteen taels."
As he spoke, he waved it, and there was a "whistle" in the wind. "This is the heirloom of my Ximen family. If I hadn't fallen into this situation, I wouldn't have sold this sword."
Yu Sheng was not interested in this sword. Amidst his barrage of words, he wanted to push him away and continue moving forward while protecting the city lord.
But when he heard "Ximen Family", Yu Sheng stopped and asked, "Ximen Family? Is this sword your Excellency the sword of Ximen Chuixue?"
"Chuixue?" The man shook his head, "I don't know. This sword has been my sword since it was made. It is definitely not Ximen Chuixue's."
"Isn't this a Ximen family heirloom?" Yu Sheng was puzzled.
"Yes, my name is Ximenjia." The man said.
"Your uncle." Yu Sheng, who was put in a position to protect his aunt, was about to leave.
"Hey, hey, don't leave."
Ximen's family held on to Yu Sheng, "I really want to pass it on as a family heirloom, but my wife and children have all become mummies. I can't pass it on anymore, so I can sell it."
What he said was calm and gentle, but Yu Sheng was shocked and couldn't help but look at the man several times.
There was no sadness on Ximenjia's face. He smiled and drew his sword out of its sheath. He bent his middle finger and tapped the sword body, making a crisp sound.
"This sword of mine is amazing. I have killed more than a hundred monsters. If I go out wearing this sword, I can scare away the monsters with just my murderous intent."
The Ximen family handed it to Yu Sheng, "You will definitely make a profit from selling Wu Guan."
"You have killed more than a hundred monsters?" Yu Sheng didn't believe it. He looked up and down Ximen's house, but he still couldn't see any of the copper coins from the demon-catching Celestial Master on him.
The Ximen family knows what Yu Sheng is looking for.
"Don't look for it anymore." He said with a smile, "I am a Celestial Master who catches demons for one coin and one coin. Because I was short of money, I bought steamed buns for six coins and ate them."
Tianshi uses five coins as a stage, then ties a knot on the rope and continues to string the copper coins, so there are six copper coins in total for each knot.
"You bought steamed buns for one knot and one coin?" Yu Sheng said in surprise.
He looked up and down Ximen's house and thought to himself, this prodigal son, why don't you sell it to him? He can make a difference.
With this hanging on his body, he can spend the rest of his life pretending to be a demon-catching master with a single knot, and he can also legitimately hide his personal money.
"There is no way, I can't starve to death, I have to survive until they come to Yangzhou," Ximen Jia laughed, "Only in this way can I find my wife and children."
"Didn't they turn into mummies?" Yu Sheng wondered.
"Then I have to find them and take them back." Ximen Jia laughed, "They definitely don't want to wander around in the wilderness after their death, helping the evildoers."
Yu Sheng was in awe and said to Chu Ci behind him: "Rewards, great rewards, consistent rewards. Such a man deserves admiration."
Chu Ci was startled, "Me?"
"Do you think I'm rich?" Yu Sheng glanced at the city lord and asked Chu Ci.
"Oh, oh", Chu Ci suddenly realized, took out a bunch of money from his pocket and handed it to the man, "Did the city lord reward you?"
"City Lord?" The Ximen family took the money and were stunned.
But before he could understand it, the people nearby saw that Ximenjia had actually received the money, and swarmed over him.
"I also sell swords", "I sell swords", "I sell swords", "swords"...
They crowded and shouted, pushing Ximen's family out of the crowd.
"Go, go, go." Yu Sheng hurriedly protected the city lord. Chu Ci and the others protected Yu Sheng, pushing past the crowd and moving forward.
"Hey, your sword." Ximen raised his sword and shouted loudly.
"No, my sword is much more beautiful than yours." Yu Sheng raised his sword and said loudly, "You'd better keep your sword to kill a few more mummies."
Seeing Yu Sheng's figure gradually disappearing in the chase, Ximenjia put down his sword.
"This coquettish guy doesn't know how good a sword is." Ximen smiled and put the sword back into its sheath, looked around, and then went to look for food at a roadside stall.
When Yu Sheng and others came to the square, they were shocked again.
People from all over the world gather here, speaking different languages and having different faces, crowded together in the square.
Some of them have three eyes, some have a big hole in their chests, some have three eyes, some have a third leg that can be used as a stool, and there are also kobolds and minotaurs.
The most amazing thing is that there are people with two heads, one in front and one in the back.
This man was very tall, with eyes like copper bells, a wide body and a fat head, and he was holding a thin mace in his hand.
Apart from his head, this man looks like an ordinary person, with only two arms and two legs.
When the front head was about to pick its nostril, the back head was replaced with a portable mace, and the mace hit the nostril of the front head.
"Your uncle!" The head in front got angry, raised his arm and slapped the head in the back.
"Ouch", both heads groaned in pain at the same time.
The one who was hit on the head was not convinced and said, "Your grandma!" He threw the mace and punched the head with a "bang", causing nosebleeds to flow out.
"Your mother!" The head in front became even more angry. Just as he raised his fist, the head in the back raised another fist to block, and they started fighting each other.
"My King of the East Wilderness can fight with each other from left to right?" Yu Sheng exclaimed.
"What's the art of mutual exchange between left and right?" Chu Ci didn't understand, but he just heard the man scolding "your son" from both sides.
Yu Sheng did not answer Chu Ci. He walked closer to both ends of the man and said to the one in front of him: "You won't get results if you fight like this."
Yu Sheng suggested, "Why don't you just hit yourself on the head? Wouldn't it hurt him?"
"That makes sense." The head in front nodded, raised his hand and slapped himself, and both heads cried out in pain at the same time.
"I can do it too." The person behind him raised his hand and gave himself a slap.
Yu Sheng suppressed a bad smile and hurried away. He came back and asked Chu Ci and the others, "Do you think they will beat themselves to death?"
"No, after all, I have two brains, so I should be able to turn around." Ye Zigao said.
"Bet?" Yu Sheng said.
"Then forget it." Ye Zigao said, "I won't get any benefits from winning or losing anyway."