"Woof, woof, woof!"

As more and more people were coming, Chen An felt that the people from the outer city must have come, and even the entire Bianliang City was rushing towards the Zhouqiao.

Someone started screaming and crying in the crowd.

Something is going to happen!

Chen An was a little anxious. If there was a stampede on Zhouqiao, it would be the same for him to be unable to get over his conscience, and the entire Bianliang City would probably be overturned.

"Back back! All back back!"

At the critical moment, a group of soldiers arrived cursingly.

They used scabbards to whip subsequent diners and cut off the sources of people at both ends of the night market.

Then Bao Zheng appeared.

The old man actually wore plain clothes, but the deterrence was still there.

He yelled all the way from the front, and the order of the night market gradually returned to normal.

He walked to Chen An and frowned and said, "What do you want to do?"

Chen An said a little embarrassedly: "I just want to help them."

Bao Zheng glanced at the puppy on Chen An's shoulder and said, "More than a hundred vendors have changed careers, no, they have changed their families. From now on, you will have money to earn money when you sit at home every day. Are you satisfied?"

Chen An nodded.

He was temporarily satisfied, but his goal was more than that.

He wants to buy a house.

Just like the difficulties of buying a house in the imperial capital in later generations, the housing prices in Bianliang City have soared to the sky.
Chapter completed!