Chapter 265 Anger
"Bury it if it's dead," Ye Lang said calmly. "Let's go into the city. Wait, you guys go find the merchants in the city and ask them to bring their goods over. We want to buy them."
Ye Lang's calmness made some people feel much calmer, and at the same time, Ye Lang's next sentence made people have a small question: "Young Master, what kind of merchant are you looking for? What goods do you want to buy?" The dark and thin man asked on behalf of everyone again. He was very active along the way and became a popular figure in the crowd.
"All of them," Ye Lang said.
"?? All of them?" Everyone was stunned for a moment and repeated the same thing.
"Yes, that's right, everything." Ye Lang nodded, thinking that even if he bought everything in this small town, it probably wouldn't be enough, and he would have to move on to the next one.
"Young Master, do you mean that we should call all the merchants over and buy all the goods in their hands?" the dark and thin man confirmed again.
"Yes, that's it. Any questions?" Ye Lang looked at everyone and asked.
"Is this okay?" Everyone thought it was a problem. What are you going to do with all these tools? And do you have the money?
For ordinary people, they would probably never imagine that one person can buy all the goods in an entire small town. To them, this is like a fairy tale and an impossible thing. "Of course it is possible. It's just a matter of a few dollars. Let me show you." Ye Lang poured out a pile of gold and silver coins. Although it was much smaller in scale than the previous ones, the effect this time was no smaller than before. Instead, it was even more shocking.
Just think about it, in the previous two times, some were robbers and some were wealthy people. Naturally, they could afford it much better than these civilians. These civilians had never seen so many gold and silver coins in their lives.
"Young Master..."
At this time, almost everyone was certain that Ye Lang was definitely not an ordinary nobleman. This time, the people in the small town were even more grateful that they had not offended Ye Lang just now, and they also believed that the death of that small grain official was in vain.
No, he deserved to die, but now no one dared to pursue the matter, or rather, the young man among the refugees in front of him had a way to solve this matter.
But now they are all wondering about one question, why such a young man would walk with a group of refugees and have no followers around him. That young lady should not be considered an follower, and she looks like a noble lady, but she seems to be silent.
"Take the gold coins and go over there and tell the merchants that I want all their tools. The gold coins here are waiting for them to take," Ye Lang said. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he didn't need to go into the city and let the merchants come out.
If he had to purchase from each household, it would be better to let the merchants in the city bring their own tools. "Also, if there are any tools that the public want to sell, they can also bring them directly here," Ye Lang added.
After that, except for a small number of people, everyone went into the town. After a while, the town became abuzz, and the feeling of a storm in the city made everyone know that something was happening. After knowing that Ye Lang was piling up gold coins to buy everything here, no matter if he had anything to sell or not, they all gathered around to watch, probably to see the excitement.
Regardless of the purpose, the small town was boiling at this moment, and the city gate where Ye Lang was was crowded with people...
At this time, the soldiers and refugees who had stayed behind surrounded the pile of gold and silver coins on the ground to protect them from being taken away.
This scene feels a bit weird. How can members from both sides cooperate with each other?
At this moment, Ye Lang, the core figure of the incident who caused this turmoil, was leisurely cleaning his clothes and using a purification array to remove the dust on his body. This also revealed his true appearance, a young man who was obviously more noble than the city lord.
If the small grain officer from before had seen Ye Lang like this, he might not have died, nor would he have acted so arrogantly in front of Ye Lang...
In the city, the mayor of the small town is still racking his brains over how to deal with the refugee problem. During this period of time, countless refugees have passed through their place. Although they have always turned them away, they have also taken in a small number of dying refugees.
Of course, these are not the problem. The problem is that there may be more mayors of small towns cursing the lord of Gomera County. Even if it is a drought that occurs only once in a century, it should not be like this. Some places have also encountered droughts, but there are no refugees. At least they have dealt with it themselves.
Alas, this disaster, to be more precise, was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. "What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy?" Soon, the mayor of the small town heard the bustling sounds outside. He felt a little strange. When he was planning to call someone out to see what was going on, someone came running over to report the matter.
"City Lord, City Lord, those refugees, those refugees..." The man seemed to have run too fast and had not yet caught his breath.
"Tell me, what happened? Are there refugees entering the city?" The mayor of the small town frowned. If that was the case, then these guards should be dismissed and investigated.
"Yes, we have entered the city," said the person who reported, covering his chest.
"What? What are you doing? How can you let those refugees in? Aren't we supposed to give them porridge and let them pass?" The mayor of the small town didn't actually believe in entering the city before, he just said it casually.
"We are distributing porridge, but these refugees are different. They come here to buy up tools in large quantities. They want whatever they can get," said the person who reported it, with a slightly strange tone.
Are refugees going on a buying spree? They want everything?
The mayor of the small town looked at the person in front of him with a puzzled look on his face. He was wondering—
"Is it your mouth that said it wrong, or is it my ears that heard it wrong?"
"That's right, absolutely right. I heard that the person who brought these refugees here is a rich young nobleman. He has already poured out a pile of gold coins at the city gate. He wants to buy all the tools in our city," said the person who reported.
"Come on, prepare the horses. I want to go to the city gate to meet this noble young master and see who he is and how he can afford to buy the tools of our entire city." The mayor of the small town shouted. He knew that it was meaningless for him to stay here at this time. He had to go to the city gate to talk to Ye Lang.
If he stayed here, I believe Ye Lang would not come in to see him, because to Ye Lang, the mayors of these small towns are just small figures.
Moreover, even if the person is an important figure, Ye Lang may not necessarily meet him unless there is something that he must meet with.
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