Chapter 150

In the noisy market, a man in his forties was tidying up his stall and preparing to go home.

"Lao Li Tou, what's the matter with you?" the street vendor selling rice cakes looked at the depressed middle-aged man with a puzzled face.

"This business is losing money more and more. If you don't do it, go home and farm." the man sighed deeply, "since the fire, the price of salt has become higher and higher. I can't make money for pickles. No, I went to see it yesterday and it has increased by 10%. In this way, it's a loss business. It's better to go home and farm..."

On one side, a wandering old man leaned in with his ears.

"Brother, I haven't bought salt for a long time. I don't know the price of salt. Why, the price of salt has increased?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Yes, it has quadrupled." the man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Isn't this salt sold at a fixed price?" the old man turned his eyes and asked, "the government is in charge of it. Why do you raise the price so much?"

"It's from the government... Well, it's specially approved by the government. There are official documents. It was much cheaper before, and now it's a little cheaper than the official salt on the street." Lao Li Tou rushed to nununuzui, a small shop on the corner of the street.

The old man walked over blankly and looked up. It was just a grocery store?

"What can I do for you?" the waiter greeted him warmly.

"I want to buy some salt..."

"OK, you..." Xiao Er smiled and was about to invite him back. He saw the shopkeeper come out and cut off Xiao er's words.

"Salt? You're joking. We don't sell it here." the shopkeeper pushed the waiter vaguely and said with a smile, "this salt, you have to buy it in the official store. There's no such thing in the small grocery store."

The old man nodded suddenly, turned his head and went out slowly.

The shopkeeper was relieved and went back to teach the waiter a lesson.

The old man strolled slowly to the neighborhood where dignitaries lived. He went to a house and asked the porter to find his master. He said that his old friend had something to discuss.

The porter looked at his coarse clothes and went to pass the news with dubious confidence.

"Dressed in coarse cloth? White hair? Say it's my old friend?" Zhang Yushi was painting in his study. When he heard the speech, he immediately stood up and ran out as soon as he threw the brush.

When he ran to the door panting, the old man was sitting on the front step smoking a dry cigarette.

"Wen Lao, if it's you, please come in, please come in."

Zhang Yushi was excited.

Who is it?

The fighter in the imperial censor, the scanner in the officialdom!

This ugly old man once fought against almost the whole officialdom alone in the hall.

When the first emperor was still in power, there was a big treacherous minister who had the power to pour into the government and the public. The first emperor loved him and turned a deaf ear to other people's advice. All the imperial historians kept silent for fear that they would be beheaded by a will of the emperor. Only Mr. Wen took out conclusive evidence and reprimanded the treacherous minister's actions in the court.

Finally, the first emperor was finally persuaded to personally order to search the treacherous official's residence, and from then on, he returned to the court for a clear and bright day.

Cow man!

There are countless people who have been impeached by the old man. At his peak, an early Dynasty impeached five senior officials with more than four grades, so that everyone had to tremble when they saw him out of the line in the future.

Isn't this the imperial censor's lifelong pursuit!

Zhang Yushi greeted the people with a look of worship.

The door closed slowly, but the beginning of another event opened quietly.