Qiu Shengwen had just finished listening, but his eyes were lit.

Wencai said even more excitedly:

"Really? Just put an altar and give it a hundred oceans?"

"Master, don't lie to us?"

The mayor touched his mustache:

"As the head of a town, I naturally make up for my words.

As long as you set up the altar, the process will be sat in a good manner.

Afterwards, I went out with a hundred oceans."

Nanchen looked at the mayor's smirk and instantly understood something in his heart.

The mayor mayor may continue to ask for money.

Nanchen raised his eyebrows and pointed it out:

"Mayor, you asked us to pray for rain to make money, right?"

The mayor smiled "hehe" and he thought he was planning this.

Recently, there has been a severe drought near Renjia Town and the crops are almost dry.

If it doesn’t rain, there will be no harvest this year.

The villagers are naturally very resentful, and civil unrest may change at any time.

As the mayor, he wanted to calm his resentment, maintain stability in the town, and continue his rule.

After all, as the mayor of the town, he was the local emperor here.

So I came up with the trick of praying for rain.

Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, first stabilize the emotions of the villagers and stabilize their rule.

Thus, some oil and water can be retrieved from the villagers' pockets.

Use praying for rain as an excuse to let each villager give out a little, only a few copper coins, saying that he was paying tribute to the Dragon Prince.

It doesn't hurt or itchy, but it accumulates too little.

Accumulated, there are at least 500 oceans.

Then we will give Nanchen and the others a hundred to give it aside, put aside the rest of the miscellaneous things and handle some things from top to bottom.

If it falls into your own hands, there must be at least two hundred oceans.

This idea is not bad, it can strengthen rule, enhance one's prestige in Renjia Town, and make money.

It’s exciting to think about it.

So, the mayor smiled and said:

"One person, one or two copper coins, the merchants are selling big heads.

Let's get some from the middle, is that reasonable?

Moreover, you have already divided a hundred oceans into a lot."

The mayor thought Nanchen thought that 100 oceans were too small, so he wanted to increase the price.

But Nanchen wanted to refuse.

First of all, he won't pray for rain.

Also, he doesn't want to make such money that is harmful to good deeds.

If you have to bear the cause and effect, you won’t know how you die.

Therefore, Nanchen had to refuse.

But Qiu Sheng Wencai grinned:

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, a hundred oceans.

This matter is decided.
Chapter completed!