The weather in Zhou Chuzhen is good this year. If everything is normal, the Lingsu should have a bumper harvest, and it would not be a problem to have more than three or four thousand catties.
However, as soon as that villain, Qiao Daqian, managed to save Zhou Chu's spirit millet, after the tax was finally deducted, the remaining spirit millet was only about 1,100 catties.
But even with this limited amount of more than a thousand catties, it was not easy for Zhou Chuzhen.
Mayor Zhao looked forward to the disciple of the gossip masters.
"Second class?"
The disciple of the gossip Tianmen raised his eyes after listening.
He casually opened a bag of Lingsu and glanced a few eyebrows.
This level is neither good nor bad, super sects like Gu Yuehai would disdain to buy this kind of spiritual millet.
However, for some royal relatives, or small and medium-sized forces, it is still worth buying.
The mouth of the bag was suddenly golden, and the aroma of ripe rice millet rushed to the face.
The shape of Lingsu is somewhat similar to that of unhulled rice. It is long and full of gold, and it looks good at first glance.
Mayor Zhao is still very satisfied that this batch of Lingsu can still reach the second-class quality after the river was cut off.
"This fineness can only be regarded as a third-class product."
The disciple of the Bagua Tianmen rolled his eyes and said casually.
"Third-class? No, my lord, take a closer look, these are really second-class spirit millets, with their fineness and quality..."
Mayor Zhao became anxious when he heard this.
Zhou Chu has been planting lingsu for a year or two, and the quality of lingsu is still very sure. Mayor Zhao believes that he will never be mistaken.
"I said that the third class is the third class. If you have any doubts, you can take the things back."
The disciple snorted coldly and signaled Mayor Zhao to take the things away.
It's just a second-class spiritual millet, and it doesn't make much money.
That disciple was also unscrupulous, wanting to make a profit from it and fill his own pocket.
Anyway, the Lingzhi Farm is under his control, and apart from the Bagua Tianmen auction and taxation, there is no legal way for Lingsu to circulate in the market.
Unless the three super sects including Gu Yuehai are willing to come forward to buy Lingsu in person.
But the odds of that are slim.
So this disciple of Bagua Tianmen decided that Mayor Zhao could only sell Lingsu to him.
"grown ups… "
Mayor Zhao was at a loss for words.
But if Lingsu is not sold here, it will not be sold.
It is impossible for ordinary townspeople to eat spirit millet, and more than a thousand catties of spirit millet is not enough for the entire Zhouchu town to eat.
The price difference between the second-class spiritual millet and the third-class spiritual millet is several thousand gold coins... But if you can't sell it, you won't get a single gold coin.
Mayor Zhao thought about the yellow-faced and emaciated townspeople, gritted his teeth, and could only agree that these batches of spirit millet were third-class spirit millet.
"On the scale."
Seeing the aggrieved look on Mayor Zhao's face that dared not speak out, the disciple snorted coldly and signaled his subordinates to check the scale.
"One thousand and three catties, excluding the rotten millet, it is exactly one thousand catties."
Several disciples quickly reported back.
"My lord, if the second-class spirit millet changes to the third-class spirit millet, it will be recognized. But this weight is absolutely sufficient."
Upon hearing this, Mayor Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped forward to reason.
"What do you mean, that I am short of catties and short of two catties in Tianmen, the majestic gossip? You go ask, everyone who sells spiritual plants here sells them according to this catty? Tianmen?"
When the disciple heard this, he raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, pointing at Mayor Zhao's nose and yelling.
"My lord, this is not the meaning of the little one."
Mayor Zhao blushed, and he also knew that this was a disciple of the Bagua Tianmen, so he should not be arrogant.
But Bagua Tianmen really deceived people too much this time.
"Is this old guy dying? He actually quarreled with the people from Tianmen."
"That's right, it's only a hundred catties missing. Just now, I saw a village next door that lost a full five hundred catties of herbs."
"This young man is a close confidant of Tianmen Song Guanshi. He is called 'Plucking the Wild Goose'. He is notoriously short-lived. Fighting with him is courting death."
There were many people from other villages and towns at the side, and they all shook their heads when they saw this scene, screaming that it was not good.
This is also the first time for Mayor Zhao to participate in an ordinary auction and he doesn't understand the rules here.
"I won't sell it anymore!"
Mayor Zhao has never been wronged like this before. "
He saw that there were more and more people around him, and when he looked at Ye Lingyue, he heard the movement and was walking towards this side.
He was afraid that Ye Lingyue would be involved in this disturbance.
With the little lady's temper, she would never let it go. Mayor Zhao is not worried about what will happen to him, but he is afraid that Ye Lingyue will be implicated.
The young lady's identity is sensitive, and the Ye family is still waiting for the young lady to participate in the high-end auction. In this case, he must not delay the little lady.
Mayor Zhao swallowed his breath and was about to take Lingsu back.
"You buy it when you say it, and you don't sell it if you don't sell it. Do you think that you can fool the gossip Tianmen at will?"
As soon as that disciple raised his hand, several disciples from Bagua Tianmen surrounded him.
They all sacrificed the talisman, with a fierce look on their faces.
"Mayor Zhao, what happened?"
Ye Lingyue had already squeezed through the crowd and walked in front of Mayor Zhao.
She wandered around earlier and came over when she heard the commotion, only then did she know that Mayor Zhao was in big trouble.
"Little... Fangshi Ye, it's nothing. It's just that there are some problems with the Lingsu business."
Mayor Zhao saw that a lot of time had passed, and there were more and more people watching around, fearing that Ye Lingyue would be hurt.
He looked at the disciples of the gossip Tianmen, he could only grit his teeth, and swallowed the bitterness in his stomach.
"My lord, it was a small mistake just now, so I will do as you said."
Mayor Zhao took the overall situation into consideration, and thought to himself, this time he will accept the loss.
"It's what you said, a thousand catties of third-class spiritual millet, and the price is clearly marked."
That disciple couldn't help but be overjoyed seeing Mayor Zhao's cowardly appearance.
The second class was changed to the third class, and another hundred catties was lost. This time, he really made a lot of money.
"One thousand catties and three classes?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Lingyue raised her pretty eyebrows and was about to ask.
Unexpectedly, the crowd dispersed at this time, and someone shouted loudly.
"My lord, don't be fooled, this Zhao Lei is a liar, the batch of spiritual millet he sold, not to mention the third-class one, is even inferior to ordinary second-class spiritual millet!"
Luo Qing walked out in a calm manner.
"You're spitting blood, these are all second-class spiritual millets!"
Mayor Zhao had already held back his grievances, but now he was wished for. This batch of spirit millet was not even ordinary spirit millet, so he couldn't hold back his bad breath.
"What? These spirit millets are all inferior products?"
When the disciple of Bagua Tianmen heard it, he became furious, and with a wave of his hand, he poured all the Lingsu on the ground.
Immediately, the ground was covered with golden millet, and Mayor Zhao's face turned pale.