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Sheng Changan raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, "How do you want me to be responsible?"

"One hundred taels of gold." The person who spoke paused and said firmly, "Give us one hundred taels of gold each, and that's it."

As soon as these words were spoken, the onlookers were in an uproar, and some of them were ready to take action, rolling their eyes and leaning forward slightly.

These days, a child of a few years old only costs a few taels of silver. If it is an old person, the price is even lower. These people ask for a hundred taels of gold. Who wouldn't be tempted?

Sheng Changan looked at these people with cold eyes, without saying a word. She was really curious about what the person behind this idea was thinking. One hundred taels was really an offer.

"I know you are rich, so I just want to give you a little money. I'm sure you will agree. You can't just watch our whole family starve to death. I can forget about the adults, but what about these children?"

After saying this, the man wiped his eyes with his sleeve and said, "I know that you are a kind-hearted person and will definitely agree."

Yuan Qi moved his feet, and Xu Qing seemed to suddenly lose his balance and took a few steps forward. Because the ground was too slippery, he almost fell. After finally standing firm, he immediately turned around to look at the culprit.

Yuan Qi looked surprised and asked, "Doctor Xu, do you have any opinion on this matter?"

Xu Qing's face twisted slightly. He looked around, pulled the corner of his mouth, and silently comforted himself, "Forget it, it's not the first time I've been blamed. The reputation of the adults must be good, and his reputation can be despised by everyone."

He put his hands behind his back and straightened his back. "You mean that if our master doesn't give this silver, he will not be a good person, right?"

"This...this villain also wants his own child to survive." The person who spoke licked his lips, looking at the unfriendly eyes of the person in front of him, and had a bad premonition.

Xu Qing nodded in understanding. "So what you mean is that as long as the child can survive, you will have no regrets even if you die. Am I understanding correctly?"

Upon hearing this, someone immediately blurted out, "Ah! We...we don't want to die..." Before he could finish, someone elbowed him. He gritted his teeth and swallowed what he was about to say.

"What he means is, if we die, what will happen to the children?" the man immediately added.

Sheng Changan's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the person who had been talking. "What's your name?"

"Wha...what?" He was suddenly startled. "I only have a nickname. You can just call me Ah San."

He raised his eyelids to glance at Sheng Changan, then lowered his eyes again. His gaze moved, and he waited anxiously for Sheng Changan's next move, but found that she only asked for his name and nothing else.

For a moment, he was a little surprised and confused.

But Xu Qingke didn't give him a chance to think further. "Why is it that you are the one who always responds? You make the decision, and they will respond?"

"Of course." Asan collected his thoughts and continued to deal with this person who asked all sorts of random questions.

What he didn't notice was that when he said this, the people behind him all shrank their necks.

Sheng Changan moved his fingers slightly and narrowed his eyes. It was just as expected. How could a commoner who could barely read speak so coherently? There was obviously something wrong with this Indian.

Although he was dressed similarly and deliberately tried to get closer to the common people, some things could not be concealed.

The people are afraid of powerful people, and these people are obviously led by him. As long as Asan speaks, others dare not say a word.

And his slightly thick clothes didn't seem particularly obvious, but in contrast to the weather, they looked particularly strange.

Everyone else was eager to huddle together, even standing very close to each other, obviously to keep warm, while this Indian stood in the front and talked freely.

She raised the corners of her lips and walked around pretending to be nonchalant. It must be said that at this time, Xu Qing was extremely alert and the speed of his questioning immediately increased a lot, leaving Asan with no time to pay attention to other places.

Sheng Changan went around behind him and attacked him instantly with a dagger with a cold glow. Asan's reaction was also extremely fast, but what Sheng Changan wanted... was not his life.

The sound of a dagger tearing through clothes could be heard, and something white like snow scattered out.

Someone in the crowd who knew the value of the goods exclaimed, "This is cotton. Ten taels of silver can only be exchanged for one tael of this. This outfit is worth at least a thousand gold."

Sheng Changan was speechless. She thought it was thick fur, but it turned out to be cotton grown in Guangping County. And why were these profiteers selling it at such a high price!!!

In her area, a set of clothes like this can be made for just a dozen coins. Is it so easy to make money in Beijing? ! !

She was a little annoyed. If she had known that this thing was so valuable, she should have found a caravan to come here to sell it.

You know, although she earns a lot, she spends an astronomical amount. Now that she knows that cotton, which was so cheap in Guangping, is sold at such a high price here, how can she not feel heartbroken?

"Sir... Sir," Yuan Qi called out several times before finally pulling Sheng Chang'an back from his reverie about losing a large sum of money. "The man has been caught. What should we do now?"