C147

Chapter 147 - (1)

"The minister in charge of the administration asked the Innkeeper about this matter." I'm from a Trader from a foreign land. I want to know why the salt here is so expensive? "

The Innkeeper looked at him and said: "The salt here is very expensive."

"No reason?" Trader asked.

The Innkeeper sighed. We also wanted the salt to be cheaper, but there was no other way. We could only buy it. With such a high price, our lives would not be able to go on. Hearing that, the Trader felt a little strange: "Since the salt price is so high, why don't we go to another place to buy it?"

Innkeeper shook his head and said. If it was possible, I would have done so long ago. It was simply impossible, we couldn't go to other places to buy salt, and their dog officials would send people to search the city gate every day.

"If you catch people who brought salt back from the outside, you have to put them in jail and confiscate them with you. "When I can't make it anymore, I'm going to find another place to live." The Innkeeper sighed and said.

"How dare you!" This is simply going against them! " Trader was a little angry.

The Innkeeper looked at him calmly and said: "I see that you are a foreigner. Leave this place quickly and go somewhere else to make a fortune. Our place is no longer suitable for us commoners to live in."

Seeing his haggard look, Trader asked: "Why is it that no one reported this high price of salt?"

Innkeeper looked outside, afraid that there would be soldiers outside.

He lowered his voice and said to the foreign Trader. That's the price all around here. Don't you know? " Innkeeper had his doubts regarding his profession of Trader.

Trader laughed out loud when he heard it, "I have never done this kind of business before. Furthermore, this is all managed by the Country, how could I have the chance to interfere?

"When the Innkeeper heard Trader's explanation, the tension in his heart lessened by quite a bit. Sigh … With such a high price for salt, how will our family live a life in the future? " Speaking of which, Innkeeper became sad again. Only now did Trader realize that there wasn't even a waiter in this inn.

All of them were managed by the Innkeeper himself.

Because there were no customers in the shop, after cleaning up the Table, Innkeeper sat on the opposite side of the table, talking to this outsider Trader about how to raise the taxes and let a lot of strong men escape.

The owner himself indicated that there were basically no one here to eat in his shop. If not for the house left behind by his ancestors, he would have opened the Luzhou as well.

Trader from outside the city comforted Innkeeper: "Don't be sad brother, there is always a way when the road is right in front of you. There's no need for us to worry about these things. "

"I can't see the way. Go take a look at the east village. There are many people who died in the village. Those who can't afford salt, those who look down on illness, and some who are dead. Even their corpses aren't collected."

"Sometimes, when I look at them, I feel that my life is really better than theirs." The Innkeeper said.

When the Trader heard this, he was surprised. Who would have thought that there would be such a terrifying incident in such a peaceful time.

"There is actually such a thing happening in my State Beizhou!" The Trader was surprised.

"Would the shop owner be willing to take me to take a look?"

Innkeeper looked at Trader's righteous aura, if such a person really became a Trader, he would definitely lose a lot of money.

"Alright then. Wait a moment, I'll go to my store and prepare them. I'll go with you." The Innkeeper said.

The Trader waited in the shop for Innkeeper to prepare some dishes.

It didn't take long for him to get everything ready, and he even pulled over a donkey cart.

They got into the carriage and headed east. to look at the people in the east of the city who are struggling at the bottom,

After entering the village, the village was in a state of depression. There was a large piece of barren farmland on the alleyway, and even the neighbors were not angry. Not to mention the children playing along the way.

There were also a few doors in the village with white cloths hanging on them.

Along the way, the more they walked, the more depressed they became, and the more depressing it became.

Initially, Trader from other countries pushed open a few houses to take a look. The house was empty, there were some old people in the house with the white cloth, but there was no one else here.

Some families directly opened their doors and walked in to say their farewells, only to find that they died inside the house.

A village, almost like a deserted village. No one was angry.