The leader of Changxin Gang failed to sell the news and offended Meng Qi. Seeing that the Lord Fengxing didn't like him, he changed his clothes and looked like a beggar. While he was strolling around the city, he was thinking about how to turn over and let Mr. Cai let him go and continue to make a living in the Yuzhou area.

As a result, he walked a few steps and saw a man passing by in a hot day, wearing a valuable green cloth.

"Where does the madness come from..."

The voice stopped abruptly, the leader of Changxin's gang looked pale and he crawled into a shop on the side of the road that was half-closed.

He peeked through the crack in the door and looked out, and saw Master Meng and the doctor enter the tailor shop at the end of the street calmly.

After a moment, the two of them came out again, and the distribution in their bodies and hands did not move at all.

"What are you doing? Selling cloth?"

The leader of Changxin Gang muttered, and then he felt a palpitation. Fortunately, his body moved faster than his brain and he instinctively rushed out.

"Crash."

Ge Changxin rolled onto the street with the door panel of the shop and was falling at Mo Li's feet.

Mo Li: "…"

The leader of Changxin Gang struggled to get up, and Mo Li suddenly raised her foot and picked up the door panel to block it.

After a sudden snatch, more than a dozen black bone-transparent nails were added to the door panel.

Meng Qi walked all the tailor shops in the city but couldn't make clothes as they wished. He was frustrated, but now someone came to the door. He immediately showed his figure and jumped into the shop with the cloth.

"What happened inside?" Mo Li asked the leader of Changxin Gang.

Ge Changxin was speechless, he really didn't see anything.

Because the door panel was broken, the shop door was open, there were no lights and no windows inside, so it was naturally dark.

Meng Qi brushed his sleeves, and the inner strength shattered the windows, and the skylight shone into it.

Two black shadows rushed up quickly, their body movements were mysterious.

The whole piece of green cloth was so excited by internal force that it spread out in the air, as if it was a tangible spirit. It tripped east and west and smashed it. Two men in black broke in front and back, but were defeated by the green cloth, and they had to use hidden weapons to open the way again.

All hidden weapons are poisonous, and when they touch the wooden board, they will directly hack into a pit.

The green cloth was stimulated by internal force, and everything next to the cloth was tilted, and the hidden weapons turned one after another.

There were people on the street who couldn't escape, as well as goods from their stalls.

Mo Li simply learned from Meng Qi, and he opened the Bu who was holding in his hand.

Under the encirclement of internal force, the hidden weapon seemed to fall into a large cloth bag, and there was no trace in a blink of an eye.

The leader of Changxin Gang watched Mo Li take back the light blue cloth, and there were a lot of hidden weapons on the wooden board at their feet, as if they had set up a new stall selling hidden weapons on the street.

The two men in black were sobbed by the cloth that they turned toward each other and staggered out.

Meng Qi stretched out his arms calmly, and the muslin fell back on his shoulders, while the one on Mo Li's hand had not yet been put away.

The leader of Changxin met Meng Qi's playful eyes and panicked. He quickly squeezed out a flattering smile and stammered and said:

"Good...good cloth. The bamboo green branches are sparse, the moon is white and the frost is clear, the good cloth you two choose!"

The author has something to say: Ancient cloth was once used as currency. If society was in turmoil, people were willing to use cloth instead of coins.

So in some stories, someone travels a long way to wrap two pieces of white silk or red silk around his body, which is used as money.

If a place does not fight, the rule will be stable and the prices will not be exaggerated, and there will be fewer things like holding cloth and trade silk.

Meng Qi's behavior is mainly eye-catching in the article. One is that the more expensive fabric will not be used as "coins", that is, generally equivalents. Because the cloth itself has value, everyone needs to use it, of course, it is cheap and has a wide circulation range.
Chapter completed!