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At the same time, the ancient town is also a gathering place for thieves, bandits and criminals in Qingzhou Prefecture and Laizhou Prefecture. It is located in the junction of Laizhou Prefecture and Qingzhou Prefecture, and is far from the ruling core of the two prefectures. The Lingshan Guard itself is not strong, and it is basically a three-no matter area. People from Laizhou Prefecture come to arrest and run to Qingzhou Prefecture. People from Qingzhou Prefecture come to arrest and run to Laizhou Prefecture. In this case, the arresting personnel from both prefectures can only stare at them.

It is difficult for the cooperation between the two prefectures and the cooperation of Lingshan Guards. Unless it is an imperial offender established by the court, the officials of the two prefectures are really unwilling to make trouble. Naturally, this place has become a paradise for filth. With more powerful people, the customs here will naturally become tough.

Especially in Qingzhou Prefecture, there is the Wulian Mountain area, with high mountains and dense forests and rugged terrain. There are a few people hidden in it, and a small matter is a matter of small matters. Feng Yangyi said that horse thieves appear around the ancient town from time to time. These horse thieves are quite likely to be the people from Lingshan Guards who are hiding in the Wulian Mountain area, and they have no way to do anything. In the end, they can only comfort them and give them some benefits, so that they will not disturb the Lingshan Acropolis and the various thousand households, even if it is a matter of trouble. As for the ancient town, it is almost the back garden of horse thieves, and horse thieves will come here for a walk every few days.

Therefore, the folk customs of the ancient town are quite tough.

There is no way, I have to stay here, and it’s not okay to have less ability.

The scene that happened later also confirmed Feng Yangyi's statement. Zhang Zhun and his group entered the city in a swagger. At first glance, they saw a group of people fighting in front of them, about fifty or sixty. Both sides moved their knives, and the level of fighting was quite tragic. Several corpses were already lying on the ground, and more people were injured and fell to the ground. It was said that blood was flowing, people were rolling, and blood was floating on the sea of ​​steed.

However, Zhang Zhun was not surprised that this was not the case. He was a soldier in his past and later years. What was the tragic scene he had never seen? He was surprised that when the two sides fought, there were hundreds of onlookers next to him. On such an occasion, he dared to watch. He was really brave! What was even more speechless was that among the onlookers, there were children a few years old. Seeing their eyes fixed on their eyes, they were really that... too tough.

"Whistle!"

Suddenly, some instructions came from somewhere. The two sides who were still fighting just now stopped, packed their bodies and wounded, and left. To outsiders, it seemed like they would go back to their own houses and find their own mothers. If it weren't for the large pieces of blood left on the ground and the messy weapons, outsiders wouldn't be able to see what had happened here.

"Tsk! It will disperse so soon!"

"I'm wasting my time! I won't fight for a longer time!"

"That's true! You dare to come out with such a little effort and embarrassing!"

...

The onlookers were obviously very dissatisfied and cursed and left. It seemed that what they were watching was not a street fight, but a duel competition that paid, bought tickets, and went to the arena to watch. The competition was not exciting and was not worth the price, so everyone was naturally qualified to curse. But... in this situation in front of them, can they also curse?

Ma Yi grabbed someone and asked curiously: "Brother, what did those two groups of people do just now? Why did they fight?"

The man glanced at Ma Yi and said disdainfully: "You came from another place, are you?"

Ma Yi was stunned for a moment and subconsciously said, "Yes, I'm passing by."

The man shook his head and said, "I knew you were from another place. Except for the private salt dealers, who else would fight in the streets? Do you think everyone is impatient! It's all caused by Zhang Yulin. The refined salt produced by him is so easy to sell! But the quantity is not enough, and the two groups of private salt dealers can't eat enough. In order to distribute the amount of refined salt, they had to fight! Alas, it's all Zhang Yulin. Since you want to do private salt business, you should make it bigger! What's the point of making small fuss! Really, it's better for me to have a vision!"

Ma Yi was slammed by the other party and couldn't help but be stunned and let go of his hand.

That person went without looking back.

Ma Yi looked back helplessly at Zhang Zhun.

Zhang Zhun shook his head inadvertently, unable to laugh or cry.

Before his identity was exposed, he was taught a lesson for no reason. Don’t he want to expand the production scale of fine salt? He thought so hard! Who doesn’t want the money? However, this involves many processes, including security, confidentiality, purchase and shipment. It must be carried out step by step and orderly, otherwise, trouble will occur.

In this regard, Yang Ruifeng's pace is always very steady, and he will increase the yield of fine salt step by step, and never make progress. This is also an important reason why Zhang Zhun appreciates Yang Ruifeng. If Yang Ruifeng blindly advances and wants to increase the production scale of fine salt to more than 10,000 kilograms in one day, then Zhang Zhun really has to worry. The foundation is unstable and it is very easy to fall and fight.

However, from the person's words just now, Zhang Zhun also sorted out some information. It seems that Yu Nanti and his heroine did not sell the salt directly after getting the salt. They should have added a certain price to distribute it to more private salt dealers to earn the middle profit. Since there are too many private salt dealers, the output of refined salt is only 2,000 kilograms per day, and Zhao Laoba cannot cover everything, so the private salt dealers have to fight for it.

This ancient town is evil!

Ma Yi grabbed another person and continued to ask: "Brother, do you know them when the two sides of the fight just now?"

The man glanced at Ma Yi and said disdainfully: "You came from another place, are you?"

Ma Yi was stunned again, swallowed his saliva, and subconsciously said: "Yes, I came from another place..."

The man nodded and said slowly: "You can tell at first glance that you are from another place. Nan Batian and Ivy, two famous big names. If they were locals, how could you not know? The people just now are the subordinates of the two great heroes and heroes!"

Ma Yi was speechless.

What is Nan Batian and Ivy? I don’t know which person it is!

Are you still a great hero or a great hero? Are you considered a person in the storytelling book?

The man also left without looking back.

The more Ma Yi thought about it, the less it felt. He grabbed someone again and asked, "Brother, aren't you afraid of the scene just now? If you call you in vain, aren't you going to die in vain?"

The man glanced at Ma Yi with a squinted look and said disdainfully: "You came from another place, are you?"

Ma Yi swallowed hard and said with difficulty: "That's right, I'm from another place..."

The man habitually shook his hair, his eyes tilted up to forty-five degrees, looked up at the starry sky, and said slowly: "You can tell at first glance that you are from another place. Such a good thing can only be performed once a few months. What should you be afraid of when taking some risks? Don't you know that the slogan of the ancient town is not to be afraid of death, not to be tired, but to be afraid of doing nothing all day?"

Ma Yi screamed in surprise: "What did you say? Ah?"

I couldn't help but let go of my hand.

The man walked slowly and walked slowly.

If he only looked at his back, he thought he was a scholar who went out for a walk and enjoyed the spring... Well, he was a scholar who went out for a walk and enjoyed the autumn. Who would have thought that his purpose was to watch a bloody fight. After the fight was over, he had to go home bored.

Ma Yi came to Zhang Zhun, swallowed hard, and said with difficulty: "Sir, this ancient town is so evil. He always uses knives on the streets, which has attracted a large number of people to watch. Sir, for your safety, let's just forget it?"

Zhang Zhun said with a smile: "Just because we are outsiders?"

Ma Yi couldn't help laughing at herself and said, "This is not. But we don't know the background of the ancient town, if..."

Zhang Zhun said confidently: "What are you afraid of? Do you think the people in the ancient town can eat dozens of us? What are the guys in your hands doing? Go in!"

When Ma Yi mentioned the guy in his hand, he was immediately energetic.

That's right, what are the guys in our hands doing? The night before yesterday, the 60th person beat hundreds of enemies of Lingshanwei and ran away in shame. Can the people in this ancient town be even more powerful than Wang Jian? Whoever dares to come up to provoke him, let him know that it's not the Raptor but the River!

Zhong Wuying and others were also excited and drove the way in front of them with the Hu Ben guns. The group continued to move forward. The people next to them just looked at the Hu Ben guns on their backs curiously, and there was no special expression anymore.

The more you go in, the more crowded the crowd becomes, which can be described as shoulder-to-shoulder heels. If you see this scene, if you are in later generations, Zhang Zhun will probably think of the Spring Festival travel situation in a big city in the south. He stood on tiptoe and looked at the front. He was full of black heads, and he could not see the head at all. It was really spectacular.

It is hard to imagine that there are so many people in a small ancient town. Perhaps, many people, like them, are watching the fun from other places. But why can the ancient town attract so many outsiders? Did they come spontaneously or were they organized secretly? If it was organized secretly, then who was the person who organized them?

"Mr. Matchmaker!"

"Mr. Matchmaker!"

"Mr. Matchmaker!"

"We want to see the Matchmaker!"

"Mr. Matchmaker, come out quickly!"

"Why haven't the Hong Madam come out yet?"

"The Matchmaker is not coming out yet, we will tear down the platform!"

...

The temple fair was really lively, and you could hear bursts of cheers from afar.

The three words "Hong Niangzi" are even more thunderous.
Chapter completed!