A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 550
? Here, Cao and Luo Shan hurried to the market.

When passing by the west gate of the city, I saw Lang Mo by chance.

"Patriarch..." Cao approached, stepped forward and told what happened in Liang's side just now, and at the end, he didn't forget to tell Jiang Qing's abnormal behavior.

Hearing this, Lang Mo's expression suddenly changed.

Han Jun's face was instantly filled with a cold and hostile look.

Cao's voice is not soft, so Jane and others around can hear it clearly.

In an instant, everyone was filled with anger.Obviously, the last unbearableness of Liang Nasi vanished, and turned into hatred and contempt. For those who can even betray their own tribe, they can't ask for more. Instead of getting entangled, why not do it all at once!
"Go to the market first, and Jiang Qing will take care of it." Lang Mo said coldly.

His deep and dark eyes were gradually covered with icicles of ice.The thin lips were tightly pursed, drawing a cold arc, and there seemed to be a gloomy and hostile look on Lang Mo's icy face. He was familiar with Jiang Qing's temperament.Liang dared to think about Baozi and the others, how could Jiang Qing treat Liang lightly, thinking that Niancao and Luo Shan were by her side, maybe Jiang Qing would not do anything excessive.However, it's hard to say after Cao and Luoshan are separated!
Thinking about it, Lang Mo's eyes flickered, and the tyranny disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Cao and Luo Shan were slightly stunned, nodded and walked towards the market.

Just in time to meet Fengluan and his group walking quickly from the market to the west gate of the city, Cao and Luoshan were shocked, but when they touched Moga who was following Fengluan and the others, they let go of the heartbeat that was clenched in their throats.

With a questioning look in his eyes, Moga shook his head lightly and did not explain anything.

With doubts, Cao and Luo Shan stepped up their pace.

Lang Mo frowned, just about to let Lunbi take over, he went back to Taoyuan.But I don't want to open my mouth, I saw Fengluan and a group of people coming from the market in a mighty manner, and it was faintly visible that behind Fengluan, the people of the Tianhe clan led by Tianming, their expressions were agitated, and they all showed strong emotions. of excitement.In Qingnan, the salt eaten by all clans and tribes is sea salt exchanged from the murlocs. It tastes a little heavy, but the price is high.Even a clan as powerful as the clan couldn't take advantage of the murlocs.

Therefore, at first glance, the Tribe of Chasing the Wind holds salt in their hands.

Suddenly, the Tianshi and Tianhe clans went mad in an instant. If Lance and the others hadn't been holding weapons and guarding against them, they really wanted to rob them.The people of the three tribes were shocked when they got the salt that was given to them!After reacting, he tightly hugged the snakeskin bag containing the salt, guarding against the people of the two clans, quickly ran back to the house where he was staying, and hurriedly closed the door tightly.I'm afraid that if I'm too late, the salt in my hand will be robbed by the people of the clan.

After the people from the two clans came back to their senses, only the people from their two clans and the people from the Wind Chasing Tribe who were in charge of patrolling the streets were left in the bustling streets.

Feng Luan was the quickest to respond, and hurriedly asked for Qing's meaning.

That meant that she wished she could take all the salt in front of Qing. She had tasted the half-fine salt in the snakeskin bag.

Qing was very straightforward and told them in front of everyone.

If you want salt, exchange it for something equivalent.

Hearing this, the eyes of people from the two clans flashed with blood, and they were very dissatisfied with the toughness in Qinghua.

When did the clan do things under the constraints of others in Qingnan?
Immediately, someone couldn't hold back and wanted to make a move.

Lance and the others rushed forward with murderous intent in their eyes, making no secret of the desire to see blood in their hearts.

Seeing this, everyone in Fengluan hurriedly extended their hands to stop them. Under such circumstances, all of them would not want to leave Taoyuan easily.Today's Wind Chasing Tribe is not the one that can be controlled by the De clan when they were in the Forest of Death.Today is not what it used to be, and the Chasing Wind tribe is no longer the old Amon. If you dare to use strength, you have to shed your skin first.

After saying a few soft words, Feng Luan hurried to the west gate of the city, ignoring the enmity with the Tianhe clan, and wanted to discuss the matter of salt with Lang Mo.In fact, not only the matter of salt, they were also very interested in many things in the market.After asking what Qing meant, he hurriedly looked for Lang Mo.

"Patriarch Lang Mo, please stop!" Feng Luan's clear and sweet voice, with a hint of eagerness, opened his mouth to stop Lang Mo from a distance.

Lang Mo paused, raised his eyes to glance at Feng Luan and his party, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed with slight disdain.

Wealth moves people's hearts.

Jiang Qing's words were not false at all, at first he didn't understand what they meant.

After listening to Jiang Qing's explanation, she suddenly realized.

Seeing the agitated and implied greedy eyes on the faces of Feng Luan and others, Lang Mo's sneer deepened, and he understood without asking.Jiang Qing's trick worked, just throwing out half a fine salt, these people are already ready to move, and things will go much smoother next time, they don't want anything else right now, they just want to be safe.As long as they are given enough time, not to mention Qingnan, they will not be afraid even if they confront many clans in the north.

"What's the matter?" Lang Mo said coldly.

Facing Fengluan's beautiful and delicate face, she didn't have any emotional fluctuations that should be there.

Seeing it, Feng Luan's face darkened.

Tianming, who followed Fengluan and the others, was shocked again.

Originally, in Tian Ming's heart, he regarded Lang Mo highly.However, seeing that Lang Mo doesn't show color to Feng Luan, he becomes even more wary of Lang Mo.

It seems that the rise of the Wind Tribe is only a matter of time.

Tianming shook his head lightly, shaking off all the complicated thoughts in his mind. Salt is a big deal, and the Tianshi clan must not be allowed to dominate.

In recent years, the murloc's appetite has been increasing.

They have long been irritated with dealing with the murlocs, and if they can now exchange for edible salt from the Wind Chasing Tribe, they will no longer have to face the greedy murlocs.This restricts the growth of the murlocs. Without land support, the murlocs will not dare to be arrogant even if they walk on land in the future.Compared with some small tribes drinking blood like hair, the daily salt consumption of tens of thousands of people in a clan is not a small amount.In order to coexist, they had to choose to compromise on certain conditions. The more so, the stronger the murloc's ambition.

Now, even if the murlocs landed on land.

He didn't pay attention to them at all, he was domineering and unscrupulous.

It's not that the clan doesn't know the pros and cons of this matter, but in order to exchange salt with the murlocs, they can only compromise again and again.

Not many people know about this matter, and the life of the clan is not as glamorous as outsiders see.

"We want to discuss with Patriarch Langmo about the salt..." Feng Luan smiled coquettishly, her beautiful face was full of radiance, making it difficult to look directly at.

"No time." Lang Mo's face sank, the two words should be straightforward, and he didn't take Feng Luan's ingratiating smile at all.

Simply, decisively.

Now, even Jane and the others couldn't help but cheer up.

As expected of being the most powerful patriarch of their Chasing Wind Tribe, a mere Feng Luan is not enough to look at.

Feng Luan's face froze, she stared blankly at Lang Mo, being rejected like this this time, Feng Luan didn't know how to react.

(End of this chapter)