Chen Ji silently looked at the handful of loess and ashes on the ground, holding the corner of the yellow paper talisman in his hand.

Whose talisman is this...Is the White Dragon? Not sure.

Chen Ji had seen yellow paper talismans in Bailong's hands, but there were more than Bailong who used yellow paper talismans. They were also used by Mengji, and Daoting. The Yellow Paper talismans were used by the Taoist branches and the Taoist talismans.

But for some reason, he felt that the owner of this yellow paper talisman must be Bai Long.

When I first came to Guyuan, the postman once said that the people from the Secret Spies Department had withdrawn because it was too difficult here... This is unreasonable.

How could a city of spy detectives with mixed fish and dragons be missing such an important role as the Secret Spies? Each of the Secret Spies seemed crazy when they saw the credit, and they wished they could catch the Jing Chao spies every day. There should have been a large number of secret spies here!

In order to make the Liu family calm down, Silijian deliberately let the Jiaotu and Yunyang be exiled.

Isn’t the situation in Guyuan now particularly similar to that in the past?

When Chen Ji realized that it was possible that the white dragon was behind this incident, his heart couldn't help but sink.

He subconsciously looked around, worried that he would turn his head and just see "Mr. Feng" looking at him in the distance with a smile.

Fortunately, there is no.

But there is another question: Who killed the 34 members of the Chen family?

Is it a white dragon? It must not.

If the border army hadn't happened to send mutton that day, Chen Ji and others might have been caught. Bai Long finally let him lurk back to the Chen family, how could he kill him again?

Since it is not a white dragon, who will it be?

Who will benefit from killing the Chen family?

The border army, the spy detective of Jingchao, the prince...

While thinking, footsteps came from outside the alley, and someone said from a distance: "Dear soldiers, it was just here that I heard howling sounds like this, and it sounded very terrifying!"

An old man led a team of soldiers from the border, and when they turned around the corner, they saw only ashes on the ground, and the traces were gone.

The soldiers of the border army squatted on the ground, pinched a little loess and placed them in front of them to rub them carefully: "It's the ashes."

Another person was puzzled: "Ashes? No, it's impossible to burn them to ashes if you put them on firewood for a day."

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Chen Ji stopped and walked on the street, looking up at the plaque until he saw the three big words "Yuancaotang" and then walked into the shop.

The deer antlers, bear galls, bear paws, snow clams, and ginseng smuggled in from the north were first transported from Changbai Mountain to Longhua Prefecture, Tokyo Road, and then from Longhua Prefecture to Zhongjing Road, then from Xijing Road to Fengsheng Prefecture to enter Guyuan.

Finally, it was transported to this Yuancaotang for selection by brokers and merchants from all walks of life.

As soon as Chen Ji stepped over the threshold, he saw a familiar figure wearing a lambskin coat and a striking leopard sleeve, standing at the counter and talking to the shopkeeper.

Master Hu San!

Just heard Mr. Hu turn his back to Chen Ji and say calmly: "Shopkeeper, Guyuan has been besieged by the Tiance army. The city has been broken. Recently, your ginseng is worthless."

The shopkeeper smiled calmly: "Third Master, you know how my Yuancaotang came from. Even if Jing Chao came in, I still have acquaintances to talk to. Others don't know what will happen, but I, Yuancaotang, will definitely be fine."

Mr. Hu touched the stubble on his chin and said, "I won't mention the breaking city yet. Jing Chao still doesn't know how long it will be to siege Guyuan. Now the granary is burned and every family is short of food. Everyone is rushing to buy food, and they won't buy your ginseng. You might as well be cheaper and sell them all to me."

The shopkeeper smiled and said without a smile: "Third Master, we are old friends, so there is no need to say anything stupid. Seeing Guyuan alone and helpless, the Tiance Army may break the city at any time. There are so many officials who want to buy ginseng to improve their realm. How could I sell it to you at a low price?"

Chen Ji frowned slightly, and Master Hu San actually thought of going to the same place with him. If someone argued, the price would naturally rise.

He didn't step forward, but just listened silently from behind.

At this time, Mr. Hu said, "I have been in Guyuan for so many years, so I naturally know what is expensive and what is cheap at this time. If the official wants to digest a ginseng, he has to suck it for five days. After five days, it is not sure that Guyuan is broken. What's the use of cramming the Buddha's feet temporarily? Besides, one or two ginseng can't improve the realm. The shopkeeper, the one who has the food in his hand is the old man, and ginseng cannot be sold at the price."

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows: "Even so, you just said that ordinary wild ginseng is 8 taels per kilogram, and fifty-year-old ginseng is 10 taels per kilogram. This price is really hard to accept. Even if it is all burned, I won't be so cheap. Do you think? Mr. Hu San is also a well-known figure in Guyuan. He will not force himself to buy and sell, right?"

Mr. Hu smiled and said, "Music brings wealth. The shopkeeper doesn't need to make such ruthless words. You can't bear to burn those ginseng. If you think the price I give is too low, why not exchange it for food? You have hundreds of people in Yuancaotang, and more than 30 children in the family have to eat. If the food is cut off, your seven precious sons and more than ten concubines in Hu Ji will all starve to death."

The shopkeeper smiled slightly: "It won't be a problem for the third master to worry about this."

"Oh?" Mr. Hu asked with interest: "It seems that the shopkeeper has hidden food. Has the border army finished searching?"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "San Master, don't be tempted by me. I plan to starve to death with my family."

Mr. Hu laughed and clasped his fists and said, "Then I won't bother the shopkeeper. I'll ask you again in ten days."

The shopkeeper casually bowed: "San Master, please give me some advice."

When Master Hu turned around, he saw Chen Ji standing not far away. He was slightly stunned, and then he went out as if he was unaware of it.

The shopkeeper smiled and looked at Chen Ji: "Customer, what do you need?"

Chen Ji asked: "How to sell old ginseng from fifty years old?"

The shopkeeper stretched out three fingers: "Thirty taels of silver per piece, no one can deceive you."

Chen Ji turned around and left, the price was not even necessary to bargain.

He went out of the door, turned to the alley quietly, and waited quietly at the corner, slowly pulling out the short knife from his sleeve.

The next moment, Mr. Hu turned in, Chen Ji pressed the short knife against the other party's neck and asked calmly: "What are the third master doing with me?"

Master Hu San slowly raised his hands and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have no malice."

Chen Ji was puzzled. With Mr. Hu’s status as a martial artist, he must have a high level of career. Even if he is familiar with ordinary officials, he will not give his life to others at will.

But this Mr. Hu had no intention of resisting and just allowed himself to press the short knife against his neck.

Chen Ji thought for a moment, but did not put down his short knife: "What's the matter with me, Master San?"

Master Hu San looked at Chen Ji with the only remaining one: "You want to buy ginseng too? For the sake of practicing? What is your current strength?"

Chen Ji was surrounded by this series of questions: "What do the Third Master care about these things?"

Mr. Hu was silent for a moment: "If you want to buy ginseng, I can help you."

Chen Ji looked up and down at Master Hu San: "Don't Master San want to buy ginseng too, why should he help me?"

Mr. Hu San smiled: "I want cheap ginseng, and I have many opportunities. If you are anxious, I will give it to you first, just treat it as a good relationship."

Chen Ji hesitated, and the kindness of strangers is always wary.

Mr. Hu didn't care about his vigilance and asked bluntly: "How many ginseng do you want to buy?"

Chen Ji held the hilt tightly: "How many ginseng is there in Yuancaotang?"

Mr. Hu thought, "That's too much. There are thousands of kilograms of wild mountain ginseng. I'm afraid there are six or seven hundred old ginseng that are over 50 years old. They are all waiting for the Spring Festival travel to Ningchao hinterland to stock up on the hinterland."

Chen Ji replied: "I want all those who have been in the fifty years and have more than 50 years, but the price is too high and I can't afford it."

Mr. Hu's pupils shrank slightly: "What do you need to do so much? Although old ginseng is good, it also pays attention to step by step. You cut the old ginseng into thirty portions, put two pieces in a jar, middle and evening every day, just put them in a jar and steam them. Never be eager for quick success or instant benefits, otherwise the meridians will not be able to bear it."

Chen Ji was silent.

Seeing Chen Ji, Mr. Hu slowed down his tone: "Since you want to buy it, I will help you. If you come to Yuancaotang again in five days, you will get what you want. Remember, pretend not to know me at that time."

After saying that, he slowly retreated and his neck was slightly removed from the knife.

After leaving the alley, he turned around and walked away quickly, and Chen Ji was full of doubts: Could it be that he had accidentally saved Mr. Hu's relatives' life, but he didn't know?

But what does Mr. Hu San do for so many ginseng? It’s not for making money. If you want to make money, selling grain is more profitable than selling ginseng.

Behind Master Hu San, there are many officials who need ginseng to practice!

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Chen Ji returned to Longmen Inn and lifted the thick cotton curtain. He saw several middle-aged men carrying bags to the counter and said anxiously: "Shopkeeper, arrange for us to leave Guyuan as soon as possible. Guyuan is really a big deal."

The shopkeeper said slowly: "You all know the rules of sending people away from Longmen Inn?"

The middle-aged man patted the burden on his back: "I understand! I understand!"

The shopkeeper looked at one of them with a squint eyes: "Li Laoqi, how do I remember that you still have a wife in Guyuan? Don't take her away?"

Li Laoqi shrank his neck: "She can't give birth, so why should she take her with you? If you have money, can't you find a wife?"

The shopkeeper rubbed the abacus beads at his hand: "I don't think you want me to make 200 taels of silver, you are a stingy thing, and you are reluctant to spend 200 taels of silver to buy your wife's life because you make so much money?"

Li Laoqi raised his neck: "Why is the second master still in charge of my family affairs?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Okay, I don't care. You can go to the Renzi Tongshu to live in the next day."

Li Laoqi was stunned: "Why is it a font size in the living room? It's okay to give the font size in the middle."

The shopkeeper said impatiently: "There are all the floor sizes, and the herringbone shop was just vacated last night. Can't you stay there? If you don't, get out of here."

Li Laoqi hurriedly took out a string of Buddhist treasures and stuffed them to the shopkeeper: "Home to stay... can you give me some rice? I can't stand it hungry."

The shopkeeper sneered: "I have no surplus food in Longmen Inn, I'll find a way to go. You're so stingy, you really can't pick your own skin and eat."

Chen Ji: "..."

At this time, Wang Gui came in from the backyard with a tray, with more than ten yellow-faced steamed buns on it.
Chapter completed!