512 Dismantling the Cloud Sleeve 7
Because all the personal guards were injured, Si Yu decided to take a day off before setting off.
Only when the guards recovered their energy did the team regroup and continue to move south.
The station is very close to Nanxun, you only need to pass another Yangtze River to reach the ferry.
In the early morning, the team successfully boarded the merchant ship heading to Nanxun.
The waterway was very fast, and before noon, we arrived at the ferry.
The group got off the boat and went ashore.
When you walk out of the ferry, you have to walk on the official road to reach the city gate.
Everyone can find a problem, there are too few people here.
Every local county town has official roads, and official roads are open to trade with each other.
Even if Nanxun is remote, there are channels for many merchants to develop rice and pasta here.
But on the spacious official road, except for the long queues of Si Yu and Song Zhao, people who can see with their naked eyes can count the ten fingers.
The sergeants in the team did not notice this.
Only when sitting in the carriage and seeing this bizarre scene through the bead curtain, Song Zhao and Si Yu looked at each other quietly.
After walking along the official road for more than half an hour, Nanxun's city gate came into view.
Unexpectedly, there were not many official Taoists, but there were many carriages from merchants gathered outside the city. Obviously, they all wanted to come to Nanxun to do business, but for some reason, they were blocked at the city gate, and noisy was so no one came to open the door.
Si Yu's team walked to the city gate.
Those who saw this mighty team were all vigorous and unconsciously made way for them.
At the same time, the voice of merchants speaking also reached everyone's ears.
"What's going on here in Nanxun... Why don't we go in?"
"This is the first time I have seen the city gate that I can't even get into even money!"
"Is this the imperial court locked down?"
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There was no one guarding the city gate, so Di Ji jumped out first and kicked the city gate hard.
Soon, a yamen runner stood up above the city wall and shouted angrily, "Get out of here, I have said it a hundred times. Foreigners are not allowed to enter the city. Do business and go to other families, otherwise I will kill you!"
When the merchants heard this, they were afraid to retreat.
Yunxiu came out and showed the pass card, "Hello, we came from the capital. My master, the Grand Governor, had important matters to discuss with the county magistrate."
"Grandmaster!"
The yamen runner was shocked.
After a while, the closed city gate opened.
A group of yamen runners rushed over with weapons, looked at the pass card in Yun Xiu's hand and then confirmed that the identity nameplate Di Ji took out was fine, and then respectfully welcomed the team in.
Seeing this, the other merchants were stunned and then fell to the ground, "Please pay tribute to the Grand Governor, please take us in with you."
Without waiting for Si Yu to take action.
The yamen runners immediately rushed up and punched and kicked the merchants, making them so bruised and swollen that they dared not speak, and then they calmed down.
Si Yu lifted the pearl curtain and looked at the scene indifferently.
Di Ji angrily rebuked, "It's unruly, the Grand Governor hasn't even spoken, so you yamen runners dare to take action?"
The yamen runner licked his face and laughed, "This is all the meaning of our county magistrate. We are subordinates of the county magistrate, not subordinates of your great governor."
Listen to this tone.
He is not afraid of the power of the Grand Commander at all.
In the eyes of these yamen runners, the county magistrate obviously had great authority.
Song Zhao's eyes were sunken, as if he was thinking.
The soldiers such as Di Ji stopped doing it. Their master was also something that these lowly yamen runners could be despised, and they were about to teach them a lesson.
Chapter completed!