The city's daily needs of salt, grain, cloth, etc. must be supplied by merchants.

There are no merchants, and the 700,000 people in the city are all drinking the northwest wind?

"Old... Master, I am not in a small panic. Notice, notice... notice..."

He ran all the way and was still out of breath.

"Look, you're so anxious. What did the notice say?"

"The young man has made an excerpt. Sir, please take a look."

The servant took out the copy paper from his arms and handed it over.

All the merchants looked over, and then their expressions changed drastically.

"Reopen the market, resume the market, resume the market immediately!"

The merchants left in panic one by one.
Chapter completed!