The weather in Zhouchu Town has been good this year. If everything was normal, there should have been a bumper harvest of millet. More than three thousand or four thousand kilograms would not be a problem.

But due to the evil Qiao Daqian's mischief, although Zhou Chu's spiritual millet was saved, after deducting the taxes, the remaining spiritual millet was only about 1,100 kilograms.

But even with this limited amount of more than one thousand kilograms, it was already very difficult for Zhou Chuzhen.

Mayor Zhao looked forward to the disciple of the Eight Trigrams Heavens with great anticipation.

"Second-class product?"

After hearing this, the disciple of Bagua Tianmen raised his eyes.

He casually opened a bag of spirit millet and looked at it.

This level is neither good nor bad. Super sects like Gu Yuehai would not bother to buy this kind of spiritual millet.

However, for some royal relatives, or small and medium-sized forces, it is still worth acquiring.

The mouth of the bag suddenly shone with golden light, and the aroma of ripe rice came to my face.

The appearance of Ling millet is somewhat similar to that of unhulled rice. It is long and full in golden color. It looks good at first glance.

Mayor Zhao is still very satisfied that this batch of spiritual millet can still reach second-class quality after experiencing the river cutoff incident.

"This quality can only be regarded as a third-grade product."

The disciple of Bagua Tianmen rolled his eyes and said casually.

"Third-class? That's not right. My lord, please take a closer look. These are really second-class spiritual grains. The color and quality..."

Mayor Zhao became anxious upon hearing this.

Zhou Chu has been planting Lingsu for a year or two, and he is quite confident about the quality of the Lingsu. Mayor Zhao believes that he will never make a mistake.

"I say third class means third class. If you have any questions, you can take your things back."

The disciple snorted coldly and motioned to Mayor Zhao to take the things away.

It's just a second-class spiritual millet, and you can't make much money.

That disciple also had a bad heart and wanted to make a profit from it and line his own pockets.

Anyway, the spiritual plant field is under his control. Besides, apart from Bagua Tianmen’s auction and taxes, there is no legal way for spiritual plants to be circulated in the market.

Unless the three super sects including Gu Yuehai are willing to personally come forward to purchase Lingsu.

But this chance is extremely slim.

Therefore, this disciple of Bagua Tianmen determined that Mayor Zhao could only sell Lingsu to him.

"grown ups……"

Mayor Zhao was speechless for a moment.

But if Lingsu is not sold here, it will not be sold.

It is impossible for ordinary townspeople to eat Lingsu, and more than a thousand kilograms of Lingsu is not enough for the entire people of Zhouchu Town.

The price difference between second-grade spiritual millet and third-grade spiritual millet is several thousand gold coins...but if it cannot be sold, you will not get a single gold coin.

Mayor Zhao thought about the sallow and skinny townspeople and gritted his teeth. He could only agree that this batch of spiritual millet was third-class spiritual millet.

"Weighed."

When the disciple saw Mayor Zhao's frustrated expression, he snorted coldly and motioned for his subordinates to weigh him.

"One thousand and three catties, excluding the rotten millet, is exactly one thousand catties."

Several disciples quickly reported back.

"Sir, if the second-class spirit millet turns into the third-class spirit millet, it will be recognized as small. But this poundage is definitely enough."

When Mayor Zhao heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to argue.

"You mean to say that my dignified Bagua Tianmen is short of money? Go and ask, everyone who sells spiritual plants here sells it according to this price? Are you brave enough to question Bagua?

Tianmen?”

When the disciple heard this, he frowned, pointed at Mayor Zhao's nose and cursed.

"Sir, that's not what I meant."

Mayor Zhao suppressed his blush. He also knew that he was a disciple of Bagua Tianmen and could not act on impulse.

But Bagua Tianmen really went too far this time.

"Is this old guy desperate for his life? He actually quarreled with people from Tianmen."

"No, it's only a hundred kilograms less. Just now I saw that in a village next door, a full five hundred kilograms of medicinal herbs were missing."

"This young man is a close confidant of Manager Song of Tianmen. He is called 'Yan Pula Mao'. He is famous for his shortcomings. If you argue with him, you are not courting death."

There were many people from other villages and towns nearby. Seeing this scene, they all shook their heads and secretly screamed.

This is Mayor Zhao’s first time attending an ordinary auction and he doesn’t understand the rules here.

"I won't sell it!"

Mayor Zhao has never suffered such injustice."

He saw more and more people surrounding him, and when he looked at Ye Lingyue, she heard the noise and was walking this way.

He was afraid that Ye Lingyue would be involved in this turmoil.

With the young lady's temper, she would never give up. Mayor Zhao was not worried about what would happen to him, but he was afraid that Ye Lingyue would be implicated.

The young lady's identity is sensitive, and the Ye family is still waiting for the young lady to attend the high-end auction. Under such circumstances, he must not hold the young lady back.

Mayor Zhao took a deep breath and took Lingsu back.

"You buy when you say you want to, and don't sell when you say you don't want to sell. Do you think you can fool Bagua Tianmen at will?"

As soon as the disciple raised his hand, several disciples from the Bagua Tianmen gathered around him.

They all offered up talismans with fierce expressions on their faces.

"Mayor Zhao, what happened?"

Ye Lingyue had already squeezed through the crowd and walked in front of Mayor Zhao.

She had been wandering around earlier and heard the noise, so she came over and realized that Mayor Zhao was in big trouble.

"Little...Ye Fangshi, it's nothing. It's just that there are some problems with the Lingsu transaction."

Mayor Zhao saw that a lot of time had passed, and more and more people were watching around him, fearing that Ye Lingyue would be harmed.

He looked at the disciples of Bagua Tianmen on the side and could only grit his teeth, swallowing bitterness in his stomach.

"My lord, it was a small mistake just now, so I will do as you say."

Mayor Zhao took the overall situation into consideration and thought to himself that he would accept the loss this time.

"That's what you said. One thousand kilograms of third-grade spiritual millet, clearly marked with a price."

The disciple couldn't help but be happy when he saw Mayor Zhao's cowardly look.

Second class became third class, and he lost another hundred pounds. This time, he really made a lot of money.

"Thousand catties, third grade?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingyue raised her beautiful brows and was about to ask.

Unexpectedly, the crowd suddenly dispersed and someone shouted loudly.

"Sir, please don't be fooled. This Zhao Lei is a liar. The batch of spiritual millet he sells is not even comparable to ordinary second-grade spiritual grains, let alone third-rate ones!"

Luo Qing was seen walking out calmly.

"You are spitting blood, these are all second-class spiritual grains!"

Mayor Zhao had been holding back his grievance for a long time, and now he was actually wished that these batches of spiritual millet were not even ordinary spiritual grains. He couldn't hold back his bad breath any longer.

"What? These spiritual grains are all inferior?"

When the disciple of Bagua Tianmen heard this, he immediately became furious. With a wave of his hand, he poured all the spiritual grains on the ground.
Chapter completed!