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Chapter 289: Weaving the giant net, the person who runs the net is determined(1/3)

A night of silence.

It's time the next day.

When the sun completely shines on the earth.

The Yanwang Mansion, located between mountains and rivers, finally experienced a sunny day and a rainy day.

A three-column green-covered carriage, guarded by more than a hundred elite cavalry wearing half armor, passed through layers of 'rain curtains' and slowly headed south towards Juyang City.

Inside the carriage of a three-column green-covered carriage.

Xu Yi was leaning on the soft couch, slightly closing his eyes and quietly listening to the sound of rain on the window sill.

His fingers tapped lightly on the small wooden table next to him.

From time to time, there was a slight "dong-dong" sound in the quiet carriage.

The wheels move forward slowly.

All the people along the way gave way.

The originally bustling streets suddenly became silent.

Whether they are high-spirited scholars or talented people, or children of aristocratic families dressed in brocade clothes and followed by countless servants, merchants, wealthy people, or powerful officials.

Or they may be ordinary people with their wives and children, or they may be holding carts filled with various exquisite or festive salesmen.

They all retreated silently to both sides of the street.

Quietly waiting for the carriage with three green hoods and the hundreds of elite soldiers guarding the side to slowly pass by.

No one in the entire Juyang City knew who was riding in the three-column green-covered carriage.

Inside the three-column green-covered carriage.

Xu Yi slowly opened his eyes, gently pulled the heavy car curtain, and looked quietly towards both sides of the street.

I saw that both sides of the street were already filled with people of all kinds.

Xu Yi could not detect any trace of dissatisfaction on the faces of all kinds of people.

Some only have reverence that comes from the heart.

Even if the people in the "falling rain" place, even if their upper bodies are gradually getting wet, the respect from the heart on their faces has not faded at all.

As the carriage moved forward slowly, no one made any loud noises, and there were even very few whispers.

As if they were afraid of disturbing the people riding in the three-wheel green-covered carriage.

Xu Yi didn't know when he had changed like this.

Perhaps it was after he broke the blood-written nursery rhymes, restored peace to the people of Luo City, and gave an explanation to the people of Yan.

Perhaps it was after he presented the Buddha's bone relics as a gift and covered himself with a sacred veil.

Or maybe...

It no longer matters now when this change occurred.

What's important is that he has already invisibly won the love of the vast majority of the people in Juyang City, and even the people of Yan Land.

Abandoning one’s natural instincts, one has no words to say goodbye, and one does not hesitate to put oneself in the “rain” for this purpose.

Isn't this a kind of silent love?

This love is really not unimportant.

Inside the three-column green-covered carriage.

Xu Yi slowly retracted his gaze from the people, and then waved his hand towards Yang Xian'an, who was always following the vehicle.

"Sixth Master."

Upon seeing this, Yang Xian'an gently hit the horse's belly, quickly walked to the car window, cupped his fists and saluted.

"The order is passed down. Wherever people gather, everyone should move forward quickly and steadily."

"Don't disturb the people too much."

"In addition, anyone who has wet clothes today can go to the nearby Chaijia Coal Stove Shop to find someone to dry their clothes."

Xu Yi glanced at the people in the crowd whose clothes were getting wet, and then slowly opened his mouth and gave instructions.

"Follow orders."

Yang Xian'an cupped his fists and saluted in agreement, then attacked the horse's belly again and moved quickly towards the front of the convoy.

After more than a hundred breaths.

The carriage with three green hoods silently sped away from the street here.

After the figure of the three-horse carriage with green hood completely disappeared from the street corner.

The previously quiet streets suddenly regained their former vitality.

High-spirited scholars and talented people, dignitaries and merchants dressed in rich and colorful clothes, and ordinary people with their families, wives and children.

Vendors pushing handcarts carrying countless goods, as well as children of aristocratic families dressed in fine clothes and followed by countless servants, poured into the damp bluestone street from both sides of the street corner.

: "Here are the steamed buns, big steamed buns with thin skin and big fillings."

: "Cooking cakes, fragrant cooking cakes freshly baked~."

: "Sir, please try some frozen persimmons. It's not sweet and doesn't cost any money."

: "Don't miss it when you are passing by. The peach charm made by Master Chengxi Wang is the most precious treasure to ward off evil and avoid evil. It only costs fifty coins. It only costs fifty coins."

: "The red paper and red cloth personally consecrated by Master Huineng of Baiyun Temple outside the city ~ Ning spends a hundred dollars in gold, not bad, I am very happy today ~!"

: "Charcoal, charcoal, Zhoujiafang's special fruit charcoal this year~! The snowstorm in Liaodong is serious again. If you know the goods, hurry up~ There is no store like this after passing this village~"

For a time, all kinds of hawking sounds went straight into the sky.

This is different from previous years.

This year’s red paper, red cloth, red candles and other items are particularly popular.

Even the necessary heating supplies such as charcoal and firewood in winter can only be ranked second.

But soon.

The first batch of people whose clothes were wet by the "rain" walked out of the Chaijia coal mine.

Charcoal, firewood and other heating materials that were originally ranked second in the ranking suddenly fell from the sky to the clouds and mud.

In the end, it became something that dogs ignored.

The high-quality and low-priced coal stoves, briquettes and other items instantly became popular in the eyes of the people of Juyang City once they were promoted spontaneously by the people.

After hearing the news, a large number of merchants flocked to Chaijia Coal Mill.

For a time, the entire Chaijia coal mills in Juyang City, large and small, were surrounded by water.

But it is a pity that the wishful thinking of the merchants was destined to come to nothing this time.

Although coal stoves, briquettes and other items are of high quality and low price, the profits are even more obvious.

But...it is extremely difficult to purchase this item.

In addition to requiring household registration and limiting the number.

It is even more necessary for the clerk from Chaijia Coal Shop to come and deliver the goods in person.

Of course, the so-called difficulty is only difficult for merchants.

Instead of being dissatisfied at all, ordinary people praised the door-to-door delivery of goods from Chaijia Coal Factory.

...

...

Around noon.

As the sun becomes more intense.

A three-column green-covered carriage slowly drove out of the south gate of Juyang City, guarded by more than a hundred elite cavalry.

As soon as Fang drove out of the city gate wall, the speed of the three-column green-covered carriage could not help but slow down.

I saw that the extremely flat official road outside the city in the past has now become unrecognizable under the erosion of snow and the crushing of caravan wheels.

Carriages loaded with all kinds of goods got stuck on the muddy road from time to time.

Three carriages with green hoods drove past, and the uniform sound of chants reached Xu Yi's ears through the thick curtains from time to time.

Inside the carriage of a three-column green-covered carriage.

Xu Yi gently opened the thick car curtain and looked towards the place where the horn sound came from.

I saw several carriages loaded with goods, deeply stuck in the muddy official road.

No matter how hard the carriage owner beats the horses pulling the carriage.

No matter how hard the horse pulls the cart, it suffers.
To be continued...
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