Chapter 841: Chapter 552, Li Zhenhu, you are here _3
Villagers from nearby villages also brought their own goods to exchange for merchandise in the city.
The city gate guards, faced with the enormous golden lion before them, were breaking out in a cold sweat.
They clutched their weapons tightly, fearing any dangerous situation that might unfold.
“Miss, your mount cannot enter,” said the guard.
Lan Yang stroked the lion’s neck and glared, “Why not, when they can bring in carriages? Why can’t mine enter?”
The golden lion also bared its sharp teeth, expressing its dissatisfaction.
Taking a step back, the guard said, “There’s a rule in the city: apart from horses, any mounts or pets deemed dangerous are not allowed inside. There’s a public stable over there where you can leave it for the time being.”
Lan Yang glanced at the stable and then at the goods on her carriage.
In the end, she nodded, “Alright, go and leave the mounts there.”
“Yes, my lord,” came the reply.
A group of subordinates took various mounts to the stable.
Only two horses were left to pull the carriage.
After the mounts were stored away,
Lan Yang, hands on her hips, led her people into the city.
They arrived at an empty stall.
All the goods were displayed on it.
These were spoils of war she had obtained from attacking various mountain strongholds in winter; she had no use for them herself, and they were difficult to sell in her own channel.
Now that the weather was warming, she brought them to the city to sell.
She also planned to buy some seeds to cultivate crops upon her return.
With the goods all laid out, Lan Yang began to shout loudly to attract customers.
Soon, a crowd gathered in front of the stall, inquiring about prices.
Her stall was the busiest in the entire market.
“My lord, you are truly formidable,” a soldier flattered her from the side.
Lan Yang’s face was gleeful as she pinched her somewhat dry throat and said, “If I let the Ball of Fur and Mighty Bear come in and perform a couple of stunts, it would be even livelier.”
“Er… yes, of course,” the soldiers smiled awkwardly.
Just as the stall was bustling and business was booming,
a group of people approached with a menacing air.
“Hey, hey, hey~! Who let you set up a stall here?”
The crowd around the stall was pushed aside as six robust men elbowed their way in, shouting loudly.
The sheer aggression of their approach scared many of the shoppers away.
Nobody wanted to get into trouble.
“Is there a problem?” Lan Yang stepped forward.
“Hmph! A problem? Have you paid the management fee, the stall fee?”
Lan Yang’s brows furrowed.
Management fee? Stall fee?
She had been to Jinmastu before and had never heard of such fees.
And these terms, they sounded like modern concepts, didn’t they?
This era was different from the modern one.
Most of those coming to the city to sell goods were farmers from nearby villages.
They couldn’t bring anything of much value.
Some wanted to trade a couple of Beast Skins or wild chickens in exchange for tools, others brought vegetables to exchange for salt.
That’s how they traded.
Who had money to pay all those fees?
“Since when are there such fees? You aren’t just thugs, are you!”
“Thugs, my ass,” the leading man cursed, then turned to his comrades and said, “They’re setting up illegally; confiscate all their stuff.”
At that, the men moved to take everything from the stall.
“Who dares!” Lan Yang shouted angrily.
“Oh, look, they’ve turned the skies upside down. In this city, you dare make trouble?” The men were not the least bit intimidated.
a deep voice came from behind them.
Everyone looked to see a bulky man with a face full of scars, dressed in an expensive noble’s robe, standing at the back of the crowd.
Instantly, the men’s eyes lit up, and their fierce gaze turned to fawning.
“Boss, these people are selling without paying taxes,” one of them said.
However, Lan Yang’s gaze met that of the man’s.
In each other’s eyes flashed a look of mutual hatred.
“Li Zhenhu, so you’re here.”