"Bury him since he's dead!" Ye Lang said calmly. "We'll go into the city. Later, you go find the merchants in the city and have them bring their goods over. We want to buy them!"
Ye Lang's calm demeanor brought some people a sense of peace, but at the same time, Ye Lang next sentence raised a small question!
"Young Master, what kind of merchant are you looking for? What goods do you want to buy?" The dark-skinned, thin man asked on behalf of everyone once again. He had been very active along the way and had become a popular figure in the crowd.
"All of them!" Ye Lang said.
"?? All of them?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, repeating the question.
"Yes, that's right, everything!" Ye Lang nodded, thinking to himself that even if he bought everything in this small town, it probably wouldn't be enough, and he would have to move on to the next one.
"Young Master, do you mean we should call all the merchants over and buy all the goods they have?" the dark-skinned, thin man asked again to confirm.
"Yes, that's it. Is there a problem?" Ye Lang asked, looking at everyone.
"Is this... is this okay?" Everyone thought there was definitely a problem. What are you trying to do by buying all this stuff? And do you even have the money to buy it all?
For ordinary people, it's probably unimaginable that one person could buy all the goods in an entire small town. To them, it's like a fairy tale, an impossible thing!
"Of course! It's just a matter of a few coins. I'll show you!" Ye Lang poured out a pile of gold and Silver Coins. Although the scale was much smaller than the previous ones, the effect this time was no less impressive, and even more shocking.
Imagine that in the previous two incidents, some were robbers and some were wealthy people, who naturally had a much greater capacity to bear such things than these common people, who had never seen so many gold and silver Silver Coins in their entire lives.
"Young Master..."
At this point, almost everyone was certain that Ye Lang was definitely not an ordinary Young Master. This time, the people of the small town were even more glad that they had not offended Ye Lang, and they believed that the Petty Grain Official had died in vain.
No, he deserves to die!! But right now, no one dares to pursue the matter, or rather, the Young Master among the refugees in front of them has a way to resolve this matter.
Now they were all wondering about one thing: why would such a Young Master be walking with a group of refugees without any attendants? The young lady, who didn't seem to be an attendant, appeared to be a noblewoman, but she didn't seem to speak.
"Take the gold coins and go over there. Tell the merchants that I want everything they have, and they can come and collect the gold coins here!" Ye Lang said. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he didn't need to go into the city anymore; he could just have the merchants come out.
If he were to go from store to store to purchase, it would be better to have the merchants in the city bring their goods over themselves!
"Also, if anyone has anything they want to sell, they can bring it over directly!" Ye Lang added as a final sentence.
After that, everyone except a small number of people went into the city!
The small town was in an uproar moments later, and the feeling of turmoil throughout the town made everyone know that something had happened!
After learning that Ye Lang was spending gold coins to buy everything here, people gathered around to watch, whether there was anything to sell or not, perhaps just to see the spectacle.
Regardless of their motives, the small town erupted in excitement at this moment, and the city gate where Ye Lang was located was packed with people...
At this moment, the soldiers and refugees who had stayed behind surrounded the pile of gold and Silver Coins on the ground to protect it from being taken away.
This scene seems a bit strange; how are the members from both sides cooperating?
At this moment, Ye Lang, the central figure in the incident and the one who stirred up this storm, was leisurely cleaning his clothes and using Purification Array to remove the dust from his body, which revealed his original appearance, a Young Master who was obviously more noble than the city lord.
If that Petty Grain Official had seen Ye Lang like this, he might not have died, nor would he have acted so arrogantly in front of Ye Lang!
Inside the city, the city lord was still racking his brains over how to deal with the refugee problem. Countless refugees had passed through their area in recent times, and although they had always refused them entry, they had taken in a small number of those who were on the verge of death.
Of course, these are not the problems yet. The problem is that there may be more to come!
The Small City Lord was cursing, cursing the lord of Gomera County. Even if it was a drought that was rare in a century, it shouldn't have turned out like this. Some places also encountered droughts, but they didn't have a single refugee. At least they dealt with it internally.
Alas, this disaster, to be precise, was not a natural disaster, but a man-made catastrophe!
"What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy?" Soon, the Small City Lord heard the commotion outside. He found it a bit strange and was about to call someone out to check the situation when someone ran over to report something.
"Lord, City Lord, those refugees, those refugees..." The man seemed to have run too fast and hadn't caught his breath yet.
"Speak, what is it? Have refugees entered the city?" The Small City Lord frowned. If so, these guards should all be dismissed and investigated.
"Yes, they've entered the city!" the messenger said, clutching his chest.
"What?! What are you doing here? How can you let those refugees in? Weren't you supposed to distribute porridge to them and let them pass through?" The Small City Lord hadn't actually believed they could enter the city; he was just saying it casually.
"We have distributed porridge, but these refugees are different. They've come here to buy things in bulk, they want anything!" the person who delivered the message said, his tone a little strange.
Are the refugees going on a buying spree? Will they buy anything?
The Small City Lord looked at the person before him, a look of doubt on his face. He was suspicious—
"Did you misspoke, or did I mishear?"
"That's right, absolutely right! I heard that the person who brought these refugees is a wealthy young nobleman. He's already dumping out a pile of gold coins at the city gate; he wants to buy everything in our city!" the messenger said.
"Men, prepare the horses! I'm going to the city gate to meet this young nobleman and see who he is, that he has the means to buy up everything in our city!" the Small City Lord shouted. He knew that staying here at this moment was pointless; he had to go to the city gate to speak with Ye Lang.
If he had stayed here, Ye Lang probably wouldn't have come in to see him, because to Ye Lang, the city lords of these small towns were nothing more than insignificant figures.
Furthermore, even if it's a big shot, Ye Lang might not necessarily meet them unless there's something he absolutely has to see them for.