Without any explanation, he put the money into the little baby's hand.

The old man was stunned and did not react.

"Old man, we are the Zhuo County rebels. We are passing by here to attack the Yellow Turbans. We are short of supplies and want to buy them locally. Are there any villages nearby?"

The old man was very wary and excused himself by saying that he was not from the area and had just traveled a long distance to pass by.

No matter how the cavalry leader asked, the old man just said he didn't know.

In desperation, the cavalry leader raised his fists and saluted grandly, "That's it, uncle, see you later!"

After saying that, the cavalry leader walked away gracefully.

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The old man carrying firewood took his grandson and stood on the roadside, watching three cavalrymen and a carriage passing by.

The figures were all gone.

"Master, look at this." The little grandson pulled his grandfather's hand.

The old man lowered his head and saw that his grandson had a handful of ten coins in his hand. He said a small amount, but a few tens of cents at a time.

Only then did the old man realize that the military man who had just passed by said he would help guide him to buy things, but he forgot to return the money he gave him.

The cavalry was very fast, the empty carriage was running very fast, and the figure was further away.

The old man stared blankly for a moment, "Hey!" The old man didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly shouted towards the back of the cavalry.

The cavalry did not hear, did not listen.

Forget it if no one heard it, the old man said.

He was about to leave, but saw the cavalry in front of him stopped.

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The cavalry captain came back and was overjoyed to hear that the old man was willing to lead the way.

"Uncle, just get in the car and hurry up." After saying that, he picked up the little baby and put it on the carriage.

The children giggled happily.

With the old man leading the way, the caravan wandered through the country roads and found a desolate small village.

In a hurry, I bought half a cart of wheat straw and a cart of pallets.

Good wood. The villagers bought two pieces of wood that had been cut down and soaked in the ditch.

The remaining ones include two hoes and a dozen sickles.

Then, the caravan hurried away.

The traveling caravan came and left quickly, buying something in a hurry without leaving a moment behind.

Other villagers heard that people were coming to collect things, but when they arrived, they were gone.

The villagers who had sold their things looked at their hands full of money, as if they were in a dream.

"Uncle Shuan, where did you meet this man?" The villager who had made a lot of money asked Uncle Shuan who brought him here with a smile on his face.

Lao Shuan, who was looking at the direction in which the cavalry were leaving, withdrew his gaze and glanced at the villagers, "When I met a villager on the road, people said they were rebels in Zhuojun. Where Zhuojun is, I don't know where it is."

Others were curious, "Uncle Shuan, bring us here. Those guys are generous. We all sell things, why don't you?"

This question stopped Lao Shuanzi.

The wrinkles on Lao Shuanzi's face trembled, "Xie Niang!" Lao Shuanzi's eyes widened, "Xie Niang" he cursed with trembling lips.

Lao Shuanzi slapped his thigh and said, "I was so busy calling you guys to get rich that I forgot about it!"

Old Shuanzi, whose intestines were about to turn green with regret, glanced at his grandson who was playing with the money on the ground next to him and said, "Wal, take the money home and give it to your father. It's all for nothing."

Val wiped his nose and picked up the money rolling around on the ground one by one.

Although he was enthusiastic and righteous, and when he met a group of good buyers, he only focused on calling the neighbors and forgot about himself, but good people are rewarded, and Lao Shuanzi also benefited.

The old shuanzi, which has no time to sell, is worth ten cents or eight pieces.

Generally speaking, the money spent by the rebels when they go out to purchase is quite wasteful, and the prices given are more than double or triple the normal price.

But it’s just a little money, but it makes sense to spend more.

If money is kept in the army, it will be heavy and cannot be eaten, and it will be a waste of transportation capacity to carry it. If it is spent, it can be exchanged for urgently needed supplies.

Li Mengxi gave the traveling caravan complete discretionary power, and a large basket of money, which should be spent first with merit.

Therefore, the Ranger Caravan was so generous and profitable, and it was in line with its business strategy.

The rebel caravan came and went like the wind, leaving another nameless village, leaving behind something to talk about for quite some time to come.

That group of people was really strange. When the carriage and horses came to the village, the two people at the entrance of the village refused to come in or dismount.

Besides, it’s weird to buy things.

That rotten wood, why would you buy it? Wheat straw is so rare for you that you can buy half a truckload of it.

There was not much communication with the knights. The villagers only vaguely remembered that the knight at the entrance of the village was holding a big flag with a Liu character.
Chapter completed!