fifth form

Ten strings of money.

1 and a half taels.

The price equivalent to nearly [-] pigs is paid for medical treatment.

Master Zhao's high-priced reward spread from person to person throughout Shujun City in a short period of time, and even continued to spread in an extremely fast manner.

What administrative notices, what announcements, what rules, all of them are nothing compared to ten pennies of money.

The governor of the county, Wen Weng, was right. In this era, only big salt merchants, big smelters, princes and kings who occupied mine veins, etc. made money, and the wealth of others was extremely limited.

Not only in Shujun City, but also in other cities.

Extremely primitive productivity and extremely primitive business behavior make it difficult for money to circulate quickly, and those who occupy resources have so much that they have no way to spend money.

Zhang Xuezhou was envious of Mr. Zhao's ten pennies, and it was a storm-like stimulus to others.

On this day, the most talked about in Shu County City is the ten strings of money.

Almost everyone is crazy about the ten pennies. If it weren't for their limited ability, the threshold outside the Sheriff's Mansion must have been broken.

But even so, the crowd outside the Sheriff's Mansion was bustling, and many people were watching to see who was lucky enough to take away the money.

It wasn't until evening that the spectators slowly dispersed.

"Lord Sheriff, look at it, alas!"

There were a lot of people in Shujun City to see the excitement, but no one dared to step forward to reveal the list.

The more prestigious Wang Ermazi and Jiang Miracle Doctor both returned with broken wings, and many people knew that this was not easy money.

It was enough to cure Zhao Liang, and not one of the ten pennies would be less.

It's not a big problem to talk about it, and you won't suffer if you don't take money.

But if Zhao Liang was to be cured with half a bucket of water, and Zhao Liang's condition was made worse, it would be a catastrophe.

Mr. Zhao's family runs a well salt business. He is not considered a big salt merchant but also a medium salt merchant. The other party almost supplies the salt of Shu County City.

The other side does not need to use administrative power or violence to retaliate. As long as they do not sell the other party's salt and prohibit others from purchasing or sharing it, this is a difficult trouble for the people of Shu County.

Not eating salt not only means lack of taste, but also lack of strength after a long time, resulting in limp and sickly body.

This kind of soft knife is more terrifying than the power of a sword, so no one dares to try it blindly.

No one revealed the list for the whole day, and Mr. Zhao kept moaning and sighing.

"Mr. Zhao, we posted the list, and sooner or later someone will come to take the list." Wen Weng comforted: "Zhao Liang is physically strong, and he will not die in a short time."

"Ugh!"

Master Zhao sighed deeply.

People don't fight with officials, even if he is a big family, he even tried every means to send his children to the county government to seek dual power of politics and economy to ensure the prosperity of the family.

But Mr. Zhao did not expect such consequences.

Zhao Liang's martial arts is undoubtedly not the top group of people in the Shu County area, and his real strength only belongs to the middle level.

But Mr. Zhao couldn't imagine how the county lieutenant only needed to maintain the law and order of Shu County City, and how he would end up in this situation.

He sighed, but he couldn't blame Wen Weng, even Zhao Liang suddenly went crazy while eating, and even slashed Zhang Shu with his sword.

If it wasn't for Zhang Shu's timely treatment, the Zhao family would have had a lot of trouble.

"Thank you Lord Sheriff, I will take Zhao Liang home first. If anyone reveals the list, I hope Lord Sheriff can let him come to our Zhao family quickly!"

"It's natural!"

Wen Weng should go down.

When the four stout servants carried Zhao Liang out of the sheriff's mansion, he couldn't help but sighed too, and then took Zhang Shu out of the sheriff's mansion to go to the trap monitoring office.

"This is ten pennies. Mr. Dong, you have learned 140 eight-way techniques, but none of them can exorcise evil spirits and suppress madness?"

"You have asked me ten times." Dong Zhongshu said helplessly: "There is one more thing, thanks to you for granting me the skills of dozing off and geomantic acupoints. I have learned 150 techniques now."

Seeing that he couldn't get the money right in front of him, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but sigh.

After he reminded him repeatedly, Dong Zhongshu wrung his fingers and told him all the techniques he had learned, which made Zhang Xuezhou give up.

"Your methods don't seem to be very good!"

From the matter of treating Zhao Liang's illness in exchange for ten pennies of money, Zhang Xuezhou studied Dong Zhongshu's spells again.

In the end, he felt that Dong Zhongshu had a variety of skills, but there were very few people who actually used them in duels, and there were few great skills that could determine the world in one fell swoop.

"Why, have you seen other people's skills are better than mine?" Dong Zhongshu wondered.

As a master of supernatural powers, it was the first time Dong Zhongshu saw a monk who looked down on him so much.

The technique derived from his supernatural power is wind technique, and the wind blade presents a variety of attack methods in his hands, and he has the ability to attack quickly. Dong Zhongshu did not expect that his proud ability could not support it.

There is no need for Zhang Xuezhou to attack him. This is obviously because he has witnessed better spells, and even stronger spells like him can feel this way.

"I've seen a curse master fly hundreds of miles in wind and waves, and when he falls, he is like stepping on a ladder. The spell strike is a wind blade that can peel skin and bones in a short time..."

The time Zhang Xuezhou and Venerable Yufeng met was very short, and the other party died very quickly.

But Zhang Xuezhou had to say that Venerable Yufeng belonged to the monks he had seen with the strongest wind skills, and the other party's wind skills should be better than Dong Zhongshu's.

"What happened to the condensed wind blade?"

Dong Zhongshu couldn't help but feel itchy in the middle of Zhang Xuezhou's speech.

He doesn't even have the ability to fly, if someone who is good at magic can do what Zhang Xuezhou said, the opponent's magic is indeed stronger than his own.

Dong Zhongshu's wind blade is also very distinctive, and he also wants to hear what kind of style the opponent's wind blade shows.

"When his condensed wind blade collapsed, he not only cut himself into a skeleton, but also killed a Solips monk, seriously injured a Solips monk, and almost killed two little trash!"

If it weren't for the special circumstances, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Venerable Yufeng would not die so easily.

But if Zhang Xuezhou wanted to know how strong the wind blade of Venerable Yufeng was, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't tell. After all, he had never seen the normal power displayed by the opponent after condensing mana.

"You're talking about the wind magic technique. The dead monk is probably a member of the Zhuangzi school of Taoism. This school's level of wind skills is first-rate, and few other schools can match it." Dong Zhongshu sighed: "Then Zhuangzi, the founder of the school, is even hailed as an immortal land god, and there is no lack of news that the other party is still alive."

When Confucianism, which is superior in everything, meets Zhuangzi's school, which pursues the ultimate development of Fengshu, Dong Zhongshu was hanged and beaten unjustly.

Hearing that the other party had died, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help regretting for a while.

"Is the immortal land god very powerful?"

"Fantastic, it must be powerful, he may not be able to beat others, but no one can beat him..."

Dong Zhongshu muttered some past events and rumors, and mentioned that Wen Weng knew more about Zhuangzi's affairs.

The two talked until Haishi, when Dong Zhongshu yawned and went back to the room.

"No one has any energy!"

Looking at Dong Zhongshu who was exhausted and had to rest, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was too energetic to fall asleep.

But Bigu San has finished making, and he has nothing special to do right now.

Thinking of Wen Weng, who was patrolling and guarding Ba Snake, Zhang Xuezhou hurried over with a lantern.

Before reaching the area of ​​the city wall where Wen Weng was defending, Zhang Xuezhou saw a figure in coarse clothes on the dark street also coming with a lantern.

"How to get to the Sheriff's Mansion?"

When the deep voice came, Zhang Xuezhou saw the other party raised his head.

A white gauze was tightly wrapped around the opponent's head, revealing half of his old face like bark.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the lantern the other party was carrying, then at the bamboo stick in the other's left hand for exploring the way, and then at the other party's blind eyes.

It's strange to meet someone rushing at this time, but it's normal to meet a blind man lighting a lantern. After all, it doesn't make much difference whether it's day or night for a blind man.

"I have a good prescription, maybe it can cure Mr. Zhao's illness!"

Without hearing Zhang Xuezhou's response, the blind man explained in a low voice.

His explanation made Zhang Xuezhou a little excited.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect himself to be able to solve Zhao Liang's illness, but if Zhang Shu and Zhao Liang both recovered and held a banquet together, he would have a thank you gift.

"You've found the right person, I know where Mr. Zhao is!"

As a caregiver of Zhao Liang's condition, Zhang Xuezhou not only knew where Zhao Liang was lying before, but also where Zhao Liang was lying now.

He had nothing to do and wanted to chat with Wen Weng, but Zhang Xuezhou found that he couldn't spare any time now.