This is a commodity exchange officially set up by the Lion Clan, commonly known as "official move".

The Lion King focuses on business and implements a monetary reform plan within the entire clan, which inevitably involves the circulation of a series of commodities. Grain, cloth, metal, salt... Although the Lion King is open to business and can be the supreme ruler, he must consider the balanced interests of the entire clan and the daily consumption of materials. This is the significance of opening an official business. The rulers of the Lion clan purchase a large number of various materials at market prices, which are used as reserves, and put them into the market in batches depending on the specific situation, so as to balance prices and stabilize society.

Taking grain as an example, large-scale production cuts in the year of floods and droughts, and grain prices in the market rose. This matter is the case. The official bank invested a large amount of grain to lower the price of grain, and the civilians benefited from it, so they were naturally grateful to the Lion King.

There are benefits and disadvantages. The hoarding businessmen will naturally suffer heavy losses under the balance of official business. But in terms of the overall situation of the Lion Clan, there are not many times, and the operators also have their own judgment. They know that some things cannot be involved, and they cannot touch the bottom line of His Majesty the Lion King tolerate.

Ah Heng took the convoy into the backyard, and there were people coming and going, all the merchants from all over the country who came to trade.

A tall and thin middle-aged man walked towards him. He greeted him enthusiastically: "Aheng, long time no see."

"Hello, Lord Changliang." Ah Heng bowed and bowed. Although he was smiling, the expression on his face was not very natural.

Chang Liang is a hundred people in the official business, responsible for the unified purchase and inspection of goods. There are four middle-level officials like him here. Although he was puzzled by Ah Heng's condition, Chang Liang did not ask much. He turned around and his eyes fell on the carriages loaded, and smiled and said, "What goods did you bring to me this time?"

"Saibu." Ah Heng asked seriously: "Mr. Changliang, is it still the official store who bought it at the price of the last transaction?"

Chang Liang nodded. He had dealt with these small merchants who had been buying grain and cloth between various cities and villages, and he knew the other party's concerns very well. Chang Liang smiled and reached out and patted Ah Heng on the shoulder, comforting him: "Don't worry, you won't suffer any loss."

Ah Heng smiled embarrassedly without saying a word.

Chang Liang is a passionate person. Of course, another reason is that the official business has acquisition tasks every month. For example, cloth is much more important than other materials. If there is no merchant who buys cotton and linen fabrics in various places, middle and lower-level business officials have to find sources of goods from the common people themselves, so he must treat Aheng with common courtesy.

Among all northern barbarian tribes, the deer tribe is a relatively special existence. Especially the lion tribe, every year, they use a large amount of grain to exchange for various types of cloth. In previous years, similar businesses were responsible for higher-level officials. However, this year, the deer tribe has been swallowed up by the dragon tribe. Correspondingly, the work of absorbing fabrics in various places is the first priority.

"Your Majesty has an order that all transactions carried out by the official must be fair and just, and be free and unrestrained." Chang Liang continued to smile and said, "We have dealt so many times, don't you believe me?"

The almost stiff expression on Ah Heng's face was a little loose, which showed that he was thinking. After a few seconds, Ah Heng seemed to have made up his mind, nodded, turned around and shouted at the guy who was leading the horse: "Turn the carriage to the warehouse and unload the goods!"

The transaction went smoothly, and there was no forced buying and selling. Chang Liang did not lie and lied to others, and gave Ah Heng a satisfactory and good price.

Both sides made it clear. Chang Liang took a skin purse from the trader standing inside the counter, and smiled and handed it to Ah Heng who was standing beside him and kept watching: "Hold it, this is yours."

Ah Heng untied the tether to seal the wallet and saw that there were shining silver coins inside.

His face looked a little embarrassed, and he was not in a hurry to leave. After coughing hard a few times, Ah Heng raised his head and looked at Chang Liang's still smiling face, and said seriously: "Mr. Chang Liang, can you exchange these silver coins for silver blocks?"

"What did you say?" Chang Liang couldn't react for a moment.

"I want silver coins, don't have these kinds of silver coins." Ah Heng raised his voice and explained unnaturally: "Please help me change it. I want silver coins, don't have money."

Chang Liang was confused by what he said: "What do you mean?"

Ah Heng is an honest man. To put it bluntly, he is very frustrated and he doesn't speak much. His cheeks were flushed and he put the purse in his hand on the counter. After half a minute, he hesitated and said, "You'd better help me change it! I know that there are new silver dollars in your official store warehouse, so we'll use that to settle the bill."

Chang Liang frowned and pressed his hand on the animal skin purse and tapped a few times: "Aheng, Your Majesty issued an edict a few years ago that all transactions are strictly prohibited from the use of gold and silver, and can only be settled in the currency stipulated by our lion clan law. You are making such a request now... it is difficult for me to handle, and it is impossible."

Ah Heng had already thought of the words: "Since I can't give me silver, I won't sell these cloths. This way, I won't make it difficult for you to make. The money in the bag belongs to you. I will go to the warehouse and bring up the linen cloth that I just packed in."

"How can this work?" Chang Liang suddenly became anxious and quickly dissuaded: "Those linens have been registered in the warehouse. If you want to leave the warehouse, you must have an order issued by the city lord. This is the official business. You have not been doing business with us for a day or two. You should understand this rule!"

"Of course I understand the rules."

Ah Heng lowered his head and was silent, and could see that his heart was struggling. After a long time, he raised his head, as if he had made some difficult decision, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Mr. Changliang, it's not that I want to make you embarrassed on purpose, but that this business is really impossible!"

"Why?" Chang Liang asked subconsciously without thinking much.

Ah Heng raised his hand and pointed at the animal skin money bag placed on the counter: "These money is fake."

"What did you say?" Chang Liang was stunned, then opened his eyes wide, his face a little angry: "What do you mean? You dare to say such things. Ah Heng...you...you...I think you are deliberately looking for trouble!"

Liuyun City is a big city, with many people in the official business, and there are 20 or 30 merchants coming and going. The two of them are in a state of great emotion and their voices become loud. The people around them are immediately attracted and stand nearby to watch the fun.

"I'm not intentionally asking you for trouble." Ah Heng was very honest, especially his honest face, which was difficult to associate with words like "fraud". He mustered up the courage and whispered quietly: "I didn't lie, this money is really fake."

"Fake..." Chang Liang was angry by his seemingly weak but actually hard-working attitude, and swallowed the second half of it as he had already reached his mouth. He raised his hand and pointed at Ah Heng. Chang Liang, who was gentle and friendly, began to become furious. He pursed his lips tightly, then opened it, nodding his head randomly like an out of control of the rhythm, but did not agree, but released an increasingly strong anger deep in his heart with this action.

"Aheng, don't talk nonsense. I warn you that this is the new money shipped from Roaring City last week. Look carefully, there are seals and marks of the royal mint on this wallet."

Chang Liang grabbed the money bag, first pointed to the red stamp on the animal skin bag and explained, then took out a few coins from the bag, spread them in the center of his palm, and shouted sternly: "Open your eyes wide. These coins have the avatar of His Majesty the Lion King, and there are inscriptions specifically for the mint. You ask everyone to comment and tell everyone, where is the fake?"

More people were around. The characteristic of "like to watch the fun" obviously did not disappear in the long years after the asteroid hit the earth, but survived in the form of genetic memory. Soon, with Ah Heng and Chang Liang as the core, people gathered together in three layers inside and three layers, surrounding the official counters. Even the guards standing at the door turned around and turned their eyes to this side, watching the development of the situation curiously and confusingly.

Ah Heng acted very restrained. His frustrated eyes, his lips pouted, his lips bent downwards, and he looked like he was bullied but he didn't dare to fight back, and he might cry at any time. He reached out and took out a silver coin from his pocket, pinched it between the second joint of his thumb and index finger, and defended it in a tone with a little crying voice: "Mr. Changliang, I didn't say that this money was not made by the Roaring City Mint. I mean, this money is not enough. It is said to be a silver coin, but there is not much silver in it at all."

The whole audience fell into silence.

Chang Liang looked at Ah Heng with shocked eyes, which was completely different from the answers and scenes he imagined. Ah Heng's basis for "fake money" was not forged, but questioned the silver content.

The businessmen around looked at each other and saw many complex components from each other's eyes. They had questions, some concerns, some indifference and evasive words, but they still agreed and had a deep understanding of Ah Heng's words just now.

It was as if a huge rock fell from a high altitude and fell into a deep pool. The process before touching the water surface was silent, but very short. Especially as the acquisition official, Chang Liang could not give a reasonable explanation of Ah Heng's problem... The merchants gathered around began to explode. Just like a large splash of water, it quickly turned into a huge wave of discussion.

"He is right. There is no silver in the silver coins. What's the difference between this and fake money?"

"I know this person. His name is Aheng. He has been engaged in the business of purchasing linen and cotton cloth around Ruijin City and Liuyun City. He is a very honest person, and what he said should not be fake."

"I have heard of this money before. It's from the Cow Clan... Oh, it should be called the Dragon Clan now, it was passed from them. It seems that the former Lord of the Rock City can prove that the money does not contain silver without breaking the silver coins."

"I have heard of this, too. It seems to be using water and also weighing it. But I don't know exactly what to do."

Chang Liang felt his mind was very confused. He stood there blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment. His heart was filled with panic. He wanted to argue but suddenly found that he could not find any convincing basis.

Yes, the money cannot be fake. This is the new money created by the Royal Mint in Roaring City. It has a red stamp, a production batch number, and a license document for the use of currency used by His Majesty the Lion King.

But who would have thought that there was no money in this money?

The discussions from around gave Ah Heng the courage. He was honest and even cowardly, and could no longer hold it back. He snatched the animal skin purse from Chang Liang's hand, held it high, and shouted loudly: "I can prove that the money is fake. I swear to the great lion god: I didn't lie, I will let you know that the money is just some broken iron pieces."

Chang Liang woke up from the shock, and he hurriedly stepped forward to stop: "Wait, you can't do this...Aheng, stop for me... Stop, stop..."

The onlookers beside them shouted.

"Let him do it."

"Yes, let me see where the money is fake."

"Stop the official and block the outside."

"The Lion God is here, isn't there any silver in the money I received from the official business before? This... this is really terrible."

Chang Liang was stopped outside by dense crowds.

Someone brought Ah Heng a few basins of water, and someone brought him a measurement scale from the counter next to him. The scene was in chaos, and these things that seemed impossible to do in normal times were natural. You should know that this place is an official business, with guards at the door and guards in the yard. As long as you greet them casually, they would rush in and forcefully stop them.

Chang Liang was confused. He watched Ah Heng pour the money from the animal skin bag into the basin and some water was poured out. Then, Ah Heng took the bag on his body and took out some scattered silver pieces. According to him, the weight of these silver pieces was equivalent to one hundred silver coins.

Although the steps are a bit inverted, they do not affect the results obtained by weighing inspection.

Archimedi was a great man. At least his experimental theory allowed future generations to gain valuable experience, no longer be confused, or deceived.

Chang Liang was not stupid. When he saw the silver blocks and silver coins squeezed out different amounts of water in the basin, he already understood that the problem was much more serious than he thought. He was pale and turned around in a panic and slipped away from the crowd, running towards the gate like running.

"Guard! Guard! Come quickly!" He was anxious and shouted wildly.

The hall was already full of excitement, and the angry words of everyone shouting completely overshadowed Chang Liang, and no one heard him shouting while running.

"I'm a code, from this point of view, there is indeed no money in this money."

"Now that's all my goods are traded here, and the official bank gives me this kind of money every time. They... they actually use a pile of scrap iron to fool us?"

"Oh my God, all the money is fake, what should I do?"
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