Chapter 271 Eating Noodles
"Boss, you guys actually dared to kill our boss..." roared an ungrateful member of the Knights. Soon he was dragged into the crowd and beaten severely.
At this time, the smarter members of the Knights had already fled, because at this time, the angry masses took advantage of this incident and the fire to beat up any Knights they saw and beat them to death without complaint. The power of the masses was indeed very strong. In a short time, this once violent and tyrannical group was disintegrated. After today, the whole town was celebrating, with lights and decorations for several days, which made the passers-by a little confused and wondered what day it was.
Later, the town changed its policy towards refugees. They welcomed them into the city and helped them well, and even let them stay and live together. This made the refugees who fled here later feel a little flattered. Ye Lang was also recorded in the town's celebrity history and passed down. However, Ye Lang, as the person involved, did not know that he had done a good deed here. He was still confused. He just ate a few bowls of noodles.
His business was still going on, and the excited scene forced him to wait and do his business later - the procurement of supplies was quick, and things began to calm down. The one who calmed down the excited scene was none other than the mayor of the small town who was among the crowd and was quite obedient.
"Everyone, please stop, that's enough," the mayor of the small town gathered himself together and then shouted.
"Stop! I haven't had enough fun yet...ah, Lord City Lord..." At the beginning, no one cared about this. Later, when someone found out that it was the Lord City Lord, they stopped, and this behavior of stopping quickly spread.
Soon, the people near the mayor of the small town dispersed.
"Today, our small town has gotten rid of a scourge. This is actually my fault. I didn't even know that the team leader was such a person. At the same time, we want to thank this young master... May I ask, what is the young master's title?" The mayor of the small town said after everyone calmed down.
These words made several things clear to people. First, the matter of the Knights' leader being beaten to death had been confirmed by the city lord and would not be pursued. This was a good thing for them.
At the same time, the mayor of the small town also apologized for his own mistakes, which let the people of the small town know that their mayor is a good person and someone worthy of their love.
Finally, there is Ye Lang, this peculiar young man among the refugees, who deserves everyone's gratitude. "My name is Ye Lang," Ye Lang announced his name so that everyone present, including the refugees, knew his name.
"It's Mr. Ye. Thank you for what you did today. I wonder if you have time to come to the city and sit for a while so that I can show my courtesy as a landlord," the mayor of the small town said politely.
"Sorry, I don't have time," Ye Lang replied. It wasn't that he was being impolite, but it was a fact that he wanted to take these refugees to the Holy City as soon as possible to rescue more refugees.
He bought these supplies not only for the thousand or so refugees, but also for other reasons. However, his words were too direct, making the mayor of the small town a little embarrassed...
"My Lord City Lord, I'm sorry. Our young master is just like that, confused and bewildered. Please don't be offended. What's more, he is telling the truth. We still have to save more brothers and sisters who are suffering like us." The thin black man's hoarse voice sounded, explaining for Ye Lang and giving the city lord a way out.
"Oh, is that so? Thank you for your hard work," said the mayor of the small town, feeling a little strange in his heart.
These people were refugees themselves, and asking refugees to help those refugees would make everyone feel very strange. "Okay, bring the tools you sold here, take the money back, come one by one, and take all the tools," Ye Lang said to the merchants.
"It's free, these things are given to you, and we will find someone else to pay for it," the merchants said.
"How can you not give me money? Just take as much as you should. You can take a little more. It doesn't matter. I am a spendthrift. There is no need to save money for me," Ye Lang said. He was expressing deep protest against others' behavior of not asking for money.
“…”
What kind of situation is this? Everyone was stunned, thinking carefully about the meaning of Ye Lang's words, unable to digest it all at once.
Soon, everyone understood one thing: this peculiar young master Ye Lang was an absolute spendthrift. Unlike others, he would not spend a penny less and would not be happy if he did.
Therefore, everyone consciously put down the goods and took the money. Of course, they would get the money at the cost price. If they paid a little more, they would not only be despised by others, but even they would despise themselves.
Everyone was very conscious and orderly in this transaction, which shortened the process a lot.
"What are you doing? Leave your goods and go get the money."
When some people who were rejected or felt that their goods were of no help in disaster relief were about to leave, they were called down by Ye Lang.
"But Mr. Ye, my cargo is iron ore, you don't need it..." the man said embarrassedly.
"Who said it's not needed? I said it is. Just leave the tools here," Ye Lang said.
"Mine are building materials..."
"Stay, no need to say more"
"This is mine..."
"Leave it all to me, I don't want to repeat it again"
“…”
In this way, Ye Lang kept all the goods. No matter whether they were useful or not, he bought them all. In the end, the entrance of the small town was filled with tools. Although it was a small town, the tools in this city were also very spectacular.
"Mr. Ye, does this require some people to transport it?" the transport merchants asked enthusiastically.
"No need, I have a space ring." Ye Lang put all the tools into his space ring.
“…” Damn, how could I forget this? However, it can hold so many tools, worthy of being Young Master Ye Lang. Hey, why do I feel that Young Master Ye Lang should be so awesome?
Although space items are convenient for storage, they also have certain limitations, that is, the storage space is not too large, unless they are of the highest quality.
Of course, this is only relatively speaking.
"Let's go, cast off and head for the Holy City"
Just like that, more than a thousand people cast off...
"Sir, why do you want everything when there are many things you don't have..." the dark and thin man couldn't help asking afterwards.
"It's useless now, but it will be useful later." Ye Lang replied softly.
"When was it?"
"When the time comes..." Ye Lang dug his ears and waved his hand.
“…” The thin dark man remained silent.
Obviously, Ye Lang himself didn't know what that time was. Yes, it would be used in time, and tools would always have their value...
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