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Zhou Chuzhen has a good weather this year. If everything is normal, Ling Su should have been a big harvest, and many three or four thousand pounds are not a problem.

Can be blamed by Qiao Daqian's wicked, Zhou Chu's Ling Su is saved, but after deducting the tax, the remaining Ling Su will be about 1,100 kg.

Even this limited one thousand kilograms is not easy for Zhou Chuzhen.

Zhao Zhenchang looked forward to the disciple of the gossip.

"Second grade?"

The disciple of the Eight Diagrams Tianmen listened and raised his eyes.

He opened a bag of Ling Su and opened his eyebrows.

This level, not too good is not bad, like the super sect of the solitary moon is not disdain to buy this kind of millet.

However, for some emperors, or small and medium-sized forces, it is still worth buying.

The mouth of the bag suddenly became golden, and the aroma of a mature rice millet came to the surface.

The shape of the Lingsu is similar to that of the unhulled rice. The strip is long and golden, and it looks good at first glance.

After experiencing the river water interception incident, this group of millet mills can still reach the quality of second-class products. Zhao Zhenchang is still very satisfied.

"This color can only be regarded as a third-class product."

The eye of the disciple of the Eight Diagrams Tianmen turned and said carelessly.

"Three, etc.? No, this adult, you take a closer look. These are really second-class spirits, this color, and the quality..."

Zhao Zhenchang was anxious.

Zhou Chu planted Ling Su also has a year or two, and the color of Ling Su is still very sure. Zhao Zhenchang believes that he will never look away.

"I said that the third class is third class. If there is any doubt, you can bring things back."

The disciple snorted and gestured to Zhao Mayor to take things away.

However, it is a second-class spiritual millet, and it does not earn much money.

The disciple is also a black heart, wanting to make a difference from it, and he is full of pockets.

Anyway, the spirit plantation is under his control. Besides the two auctions of the Eight Diagrams Tianmen and the taxation, there is no legal way for Lingsu to circulate in the market.

Unless the three super sects of the Moon, such as the Moon Sea, personally came out to buy Ling Su.

But this chance is minimal.

Therefore, the disciple of the Eight Diagrams Tianmen decided that Zhao Mayor could only sell the Ling Su to him.

"grown ups"

Zhao Zhenchang was a slogan.

But if Ling Su is not sold here, it will not be sold.

Ordinary townspeople are not likely to eat Lingsu, and more than a thousand kilograms of Lingsu are not enough for the entire Zhouchu Town.

The second-class Lingsu and the third-class Lingsu, the difference in the middle reaches several thousand gold coins... But if you can't sell it, you can't get a gold coin.

Zhao Zhenchang thought about the townspeople who were thin and thin, biting their teeth, and they could only bite their teeth and agreed to the three milled spirits.

"Over the scale."

The disciple saw Zhao Zhenchang's face daring and daring, and snorted, indicating that the people under his hands had scaled.

"One thousand and three pounds, except for the rotten millet, just a thousand pounds."

Several disciples quickly returned.

"Adults, second-class spirits, millennial, third-class, and small millet will recognize it. But this number is absolutely sufficient."

When Zhao Changchang heard it, he couldn't help it anymore.

"What do you mean by saying that I am short of the eight-door Tianmen? You go and ask, every one who sells Lingzhi here is sold according to this one? You have eaten the bear-hearted leopard, and dare to question the gossip. Tianmen?"

The disciple listened, his eyebrows squinted, pointing to Zhao's nose and shouting.

"Adult, small is not the meaning."

Zhao Zhenchang blushes, he also knows that this is a disciple of the Eight Diagrams Tianmen, can not be used with anger.

This time, it's too much to deceive people.

"Is this old guy not to be killed? Actually quarrel with the people of Tianmen."

"No, this is only a hundred pounds. Only when I saw a village next door, the herb was less than five hundred pounds."

"This young man is a confidant of Tianmen Song, called 'Yan Mao Mao'. It's notoriously short of two, and fights with him, not looking for death.

There are many people in other villages and towns. When they saw this scene, they all shook their heads and shouted badly.

This is also the first time that Zhao Zhenchang did not understand the rules of the ordinary auction.

"I don't sell it!"

Mayor Zhao has never suffered such aggrieved.

He saw more and more people around him, and then I saw Ye Lingyue heard the movement and came to this side.

He is afraid that Ye Lingyue will be involved in this storm.

With Miss Xiao's temper, she will never give up, Zhao Mayor is not worried about what happened, but she is afraid that she will be tired of Ye Lingyue.

Miss Xiao's identity is sensitive, and Ye's family is waiting for Miss Xiao to attend a high-level auction. In this case, he must not drag Miss Xiao's hind legs.

Zhao Zhenchang took a breath and took it back.

"You said that you buy it and buy it. If you don't sell it, you don't sell it. Do you think that the Gossip Gate is something you can fool around?"

The disciple raised his hand and surrounded the disciples of the Eight Diagrams Tianmen.

They all sacrificed the symbol, and they looked like a fierce look.

"Zhao Zhenchang, what happened?"

Ye Lingyue has already crowded the crowd and walked to the head of Zhao.

She had been wandering around for a while and heard the snoring before she came over and realized that Zhao Mayor had a big trouble.

"Small... Ye Fangshi, nothing. It's just that Lingsu has some problems."

Zhao Zhenchang has seen a lot of time, and there are more and more people around. I am afraid that I will be tired of Ye Lingyue.

He took a look at the disciples of the Eight Diagrams Tianmen, who could only bite their teeth and have bitter water to swallow in their stomachs.

"This adult is only a small mistake, just do what you say."

Zhao Zhenchang took care of the overall situation and thought that this loss would be recognized.

"There is what you said, a thousand pounds of third-class Ling Su, clearly marked price."

The disciple saw the sac of the mayor of Zhao, and he couldn't help himself.

Second-class change, and a hundred pounds less, this time, he really earned enough.

"A thousand pounds three?"

When Ye Lingyue heard it, the beautiful brow raised his head and was about to ask.

I know that when the crowd suddenly dispersed, I heard someone shouting.

"Adult, you don't want to be fooled. This Zhao Lei is a liar. The batch of Ling Su he sells, not to mention the third-class products, even the general second-class Ling Su can not match!"

I saw Luo Qing not busy, and came out.

"You are bloody, these are all second-class spirits!"

Zhao Zhenchang has already succumbed to the grievances of a stomach, and this time he was actually aspirations. This group of Ling Sulian is not a normal spirit, and this kind of evil can't go on.

"What? These spirits are all inferior goods?"

The disciple of the Eight Diagrams Tianmen heard it, and when he was on the scene, he took a slap in the face and waved his hand to pour the whole group of the millet into the ground.

Suddenly, the ground was covered with golden spirits, and Zhao's face was pale.