Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 374 - 276: Wisdom of the Little People

Three more months passed quickly.

As batches of people relocated to the New World, the once bustling Cuiping Lake gradually quieted down.

Shengjing City was also affected. The people of South City, who were initially hesitant, began to waver as they watched many others go to the New World to seek fortune, and eventually, they joined the migration.

With the departure of the South City residents, Shengjing City’s operations immediately encountered problems.

No one swept the city streets, the night soil of the wealthy couldn’t be disposed of, and some aristocrats even found no one to supply their next meal of rice and vegetables.

For a time, the alleyways were filled with curses and complaints.

The most ironic thing to Zhao Yi was that the first reaction of these aristocrats to their inconveniences was not to realize the importance of the lower-class people from South City, but to be furious that their own desires weren’t immediately met because of what they perceived as laziness.

Soon, numerous henchmen emerged angrily from the mansions and headed towards South City, ready to punish those "lazy loafers."

However, upon reaching South City, they were shocked to find that almost all the laborers and menials had vanished, leaving only gang members fighting over goods.

"Stop!"

An old man dressed in brocade, looking like a steward, stepped forward.

Upon seeing the old man, everyone quieted down, recognizing his status and acknowledging his right to speak for them all.

"I am the head steward of the Left Minister’s Mansion."

The old man frowned at the chaotic gang members before him, a flash of disgust quickly crossing his eyes.

However, now was not the time to deal with these people.

Due to the late deliveries by these South City laborers, the West Mountain Spirit Spring, which the Left Minister used for his tea, had run out.

Today, the Left Minister was on break, intending to restore his energy by making a cup of spirit tea as usual, only to find that there was no Spirit Spring left. This made him furious, and he scolded the steward harshly.

The steward, full of suppressed anger, was waiting to find those water carriers and teach them a lesson, but he found no one.

It felt like he had punched a pillow with all his might and was about to choke on his frustration.

The steward glared at one of the gang leaders, asking grimly, "Where have all the laborers gone?"

In Shengjing City, the gangs may not excel in other ways, but they certainly had sharp eyes.

They knew whom they could provoke and whom they couldn’t, and this gang leader knew it well!

Although the steward’s tone was harsh, the gang leader didn’t show any anger. On the contrary, he seemed flattered and replied, "To answer the honorable one, those laborers have gone!"

Even in front of his own Left Minister, the steward might be timid, but outside, he was a man of stature.

Used to flattery everyday, the steward wasn’t deceived by the gang leader’s use of "honorable one" but instead caught the key point of his words.

"Gone?"

The steward was taken aback, clearly not expecting this result, and instinctively asked, "Where have those dirt laborers gone?"

With disdain, the gang leader replied, "Where else could they go? They’ve gone to the New World to farm for the emperor! Those fools are idiots, what’s so good about farming? Can they live more freely than staying in Shengjing City? But it’s fine that they’ve left; now their savings are ours."

The steward ignored the gang leader’s endless prattle.

At this moment, his mind was consumed by a single thought.

This is bad!

Those laborers have fled; what about the Spirit Spring the Left Minister uses for his tea?

It’s not just the Spirit Spring.

The grains, vegetables, and meat for the Left Minister’s Mansion were regularly supplied by those laborers.

Those laborers have gone to the New World to farm for the emperor, so what will the hundreds of people in the Left Minister’s Mansion eat?

The steward of the Left Minister’s Mansion wasn’t the only one feeling anxious and afraid. Upon hearing that the South City laborers had left, everyone else started panicking as well.

"Damn it, how dare those laborers?"

"What should we do now that my master is waiting for pearl chicken but there are no chickens?"

"My lady wants eight-treasure rice, and I went to the market early but found no stalls open. Would any of you have some to spare for me?"

"What!? Your lady still wants eight-treasure rice while we don’t even have rice for cooking lunch!"

"Don’t you keep any grains or flour at home? I have everything stocked; I just came to see what happened."

"Alas, I’ve grown accustomed to those laborers delivering fresh food every day, so I didn’t prepare reserves. Who knew they would suddenly disappear? My friend, as a favor, could you spare some food? My master is the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue."

"What’s so special about the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue? My master is the Minister of the Ministry of Rites! Brother, share some food with my family, and my master will owe you a favor!"

"My master is the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel..."

"My master is the Minister of the Ministry of Works..."

"Master is..."

Watching the aristocrats squabbling into chaos, almost coming to blows, the gang leader’s face turned very expressive.

A young gang member nearby whispered, "Boss, what’s wrong with those people?"

The gang leader blinked, musing, "Those people probably have no food left."

Hearing this, the young gang member’s eyes lit up, "Boss, we’ve got plenty of food and drink in the gang; since they have none, why don’t we sell it to them at a high price?"

Hearing this, the gang leader showed a moment of interest on his face.

But he quickly collected his thoughts.

In Shengjing City, one doesn’t become a gang leader by being a fool; otherwise, they’d have been eliminated long ago.

Looking at those nobles scurrying like ants on a hot pan, the gang leader suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

This crisis wasn’t from these people, but rather from instinct.

What would those aristocrats do without food? Would they try to snatch theirs?

Even if they didn’t, with the laborers gone to the New World to farm, with no stable food supply, how long would their gang’s supplies last? What will they do once it’s gone?

With this thought, the gang leader waved his hand and commanded, "Let’s go, pack up!"

A young gang member hesitated, looking at the houses they hadn’t had time to loot, and urgently said, "Boss, there are still many places we haven’t raided. Leaving now would just benefit Er Gou’s gang."

The gang leader kept walking, waving without turning back, "If they want it, let them have it! I’m just worried they might not live to enjoy it!"

The young gang members had no choice but to follow their boss reluctantly.

Another young gang member asked, "Boss, why are we packing up?"

"To the New World, to farm for the emperor!"

The gang leader stopped and looked at the chaotic nobles, a look of superior intelligence on his face.

"Not being able to eat is temporary."

"Those fools still don’t know what real crisis they’re facing!"

"By the time they realize it, their demise will be near!"

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