Northern Song Dynasty gangster: Start the game with a dog's head, and Mr. Bao spares his life

Fat Zhizhou quickly introduced: "Two imperial envoys, this one is Mr. Chang."

After saluting, Chang Feng patted Cao Bin's shoulder affectionately and said:

"Uncle Cao, how is the old grand master?"

"Are you still used to going out for the first time? We are all on our own. If there is any discomfort, you must tell Chang!"

Cao Bin showed a bright smile:

"Everything is fine with the Grand Master, and there is nothing I am not used to. Mr. Lao Chang has taken care of it."

Chang Feng nodded again and again, "That's good, that's good."

As he spoke, he took Cao Bin's hand and said:

"Come on, come on, today I invited a lot of local gentry to welcome you, and I don't need their help for this disaster relief."

Afterwards, he made a brief introduction before saying confidently:

"Don't worry, with me here, nothing will go wrong on your errand."

"Whoever dares to reach out on this matter will ruin your future. I will never sit idly by."

"Otherwise, I have no way to explain to the Grand Master!"

Seeing his enthusiastic appearance, Cao Bin couldn't help sighing that there are still people in the court who are good officials.

With a treacherous official like Grand Master Pang taking care of him, there are accomplices everywhere outside the capital. If it is true what the person in front of him said, then the disaster relief work is completely settled.

Suichang sealed off the third floor, and after everyone was seated, the second brother had already started serving food.

To Cao Bin's surprise, the dishes in Taibailou were surprisingly good, not inferior to those in Beijing.

Flying in the sky, swimming in the water, running in the mountains, everything that one expects to find, extremely rich.

After a while, Nuo Da's dining table was already full of dishes and meat.

Fat Zhizhou stood up and said humbly: "The banquet is shabby, my lords should make use of it."

Looking at the sumptuous banquet, Yan Chasan couldn't help but sarcastically said:

"Is this called shabby? I have never eaten such a sumptuous meal in Tokyo. The year of the catastrophe has passed, right?"

What he said immediately made the local officials present a little uneasy.

Fat Zhizhou wiped his sweat nervously, and quickly explained: "We also want to welcome the two imperial envoys, just a little heart, a little heart..."

Seeing this, Chang Feng laughed, and pointed at Fat Zhizhou with his chopsticks:

"My lord, this is your fault. In the year of catastrophe, it is better to be simple."

"You are so extravagant and wasteful, be careful that envoy Yan Qin will give you a copy in front of the officials!"

Fat Zhizhou wiped his sweat again and again and said: "Yes, yes, yes, what Master Chang said is that it is Meng Lang, the next official."

After finishing speaking, he quickly shouted at the top of his voice: "Come on, take the dishes away!"

Cao Bin had already raised his chopsticks, but when he saw the waiter come up to remove the food, he stopped immediately:

"Holy shit, who told you to withdraw? There are so many good food and drinks, and you have done it. If you withdraw it, wouldn't it be a waste?"

"I annoy you the most superficial things!"

Although he said that, he had his own considerations in his heart.

Although he is an imperial envoy and can control these local officials, but now that he is new here, his eyes are darkened.

It's a bit too fast to lift the table when you come, and if no one cooperates, you will just sit on the wax?

Although Chang Feng is one of his own, he may not be very trustworthy, and he doesn't look like a good person.

...Of course, good people will not join Taishi Pang.

Although Cao Bin didn't have much political wisdom, he also knew the truth that a strong dragon would not overwhelm a snake, so he coaxed them to distribute the relief supplies first.

If you become a polished commander, you can't distribute food to the victims yourself, right?

Hearing what Cao Bin said, the expressions of the local officials immediately relaxed, but Fat Zhizhou looked at Chang Feng and became embarrassed.

Chang Feng shook his head helplessly and said: "Uncle Cao's words are also reasonable, so let's not make an example!"

But seeing Cao Bin's behavior, the smile in his eyes became more natural.

Yan Chasan glanced at Cao Bin with a gloomy expression, but couldn't say anything more.

Seeing Cao Bin eating happily, Chang Feng casually asked:

"Uncle Cao, I heard that in addition to 50 shi of grain, the imperial court allocated 300 million taels of silver?"

Cao Bin looked up at him, took a sip of tea unhurriedly, wiped his mouth again and said:

"That's right, the imperial court was afraid that the food and grass would not be enough, so they ordered me to buy food with silver to make up for the shortage..."

A gentry asked eagerly, "Uncle Cao, what price do you plan to pay for grain?"

When he asked this, all the gentry present and even the officials pricked up their ears.

Cao Bin glanced at everyone and said with a smile:

"When I came here, I have already investigated, and now the food price in Tokyo is always [-] shi grain..."

The gentry present looked at each other in blank dismay, and all turned their attention to Chang Feng.

He looked at Cao Bin very calmly and said:

"Uncle Cao, the price of grain in Shandong has risen to [-] stone and [-] yuan a few days ago."

"If you use the price of food in Tokyo, you can't buy food."

Yan Chasan became anxious immediately, slapped the table and stood up, saying:

"This is a waste of money for the country. We will never allow it. All food must be sold at a fair price."

Chang Feng looked at Yan Chasan with a half-smile, stretched out his hand and said:

"Emissary Yan Qin, don't get bored, aren't we discussing it?"

"Now that the main local gentry are here, we will definitely be able to discuss a way to get the best of both worlds."

As he spoke, his face darkened, and he reprimanded the gentry present:

"You are all big local grain producers, how can you deliberately raise the price of grain while the country is in crisis?"

"I think envoy Yan Qin is right. You must lower the price of food."

The local gentry complained one after another:

"Master Chang, this year's severe drought has not only affected ordinary people."

"Our grain production has also been reduced by more than half, and even many fields have no crops. This price is already the result of our efforts to reduce prices."

"If it is sold at the price of grain in Tokyo, we are afraid that we will go bankrupt."

Chang Feng was blowing his beard and staring again, and these gentry finally agreed to sell grain to the court at the usual price of one stone grain.

After bargaining, Chang Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

"Two imperial envoys, I have tried my best, what do you think of the price?"

Yan Chasan said with a gloomy face:

"No, we must buy food for the imperial court at a par price, and I don't agree with any other price."

"Not only that, but all the grain shops on the ground in Shandong must also sell grain to the common people at a fair price."

"Otherwise, I will impeach you and other local officials to the imperial court."

As soon as he said this, the faces of all the people present changed drastically, and those gentry grain merchants were even more excited, and said angrily:

"Master Yan is buying and selling by force. He wants to force us to death."

"In this case, we would rather not sell grain anymore..."

"Yes, originally we reduced the rations of our servants because we saw the court's difficulties, and wanted to help a bunch of courts."

"Since Lord Yan said so, then we will no longer sell grain."

After speaking, they all stood up and walked out.

The fat magistrate of Jeju was so anxious that he was sweating, and said quickly: "Wait, hey, everyone, don't leave yet."

But no one paid any attention to him, and in the blink of an eye, all those gentry grain merchants had left.

Fat Zhizhou stomped his feet and looked at Chang Feng and said:

"Master Chang, please say something!"

"If there is no food to sell in the city, there will be countless more victims."

Fortunately, the victims outside the city said that even if they wanted to make trouble, they would not be able to threaten the city for a while.

But if the people in the city are starving, it will be a big problem.

He, the magistrate of the prefecture, might not even be able to sleep soundly. Maybe some rioters would rush into the government office and kill him.

Chang Feng didn't care, and asked calmly:

"What can I say? You can't grab their food."

"Since envoy Yan Qin made such a decision, there must have been a solution."

"Didn't you say you're going to Jiangnan to buy grain? The grain must have arrived."

Yan Chasan was stunned for a while, and said forcefully:

"We are just food supervisors sent by the imperial court, and we only have the responsibility of supervision."

"I don't care what the local officials think. If I can't save the people, I will write a letter to impeach..."

Hearing this, the local officials were stunned, Fat Zhizhou almost cried:

"Master Yan, you are really making things difficult for others."

Chang Feng let out a "puchi" laugh and said:

"Emissary Yan Qin is really interesting. You forced all the local gentry and grain merchants away, and now you are forcing us to find a way..."

With that said, he stood up and said:

"I thought I wanted to help Uncle Cao for the sake of the grand master. If that's the case, please forgive me for not being able to accompany me."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Cao Bin, made a slight wink, turned around and went downstairs.

Seeing this, Fat Zhizhou looked at Cao Bin and the two in embarrassment, and finally gritted his teeth and hurriedly chased them out.

Cao Bin did not stop this time, because he had already expressed his attitude once.

Those people will definitely come to the door.

In a blink of an eye, only Cao Bin and Yan Chasan were left in the restaurant.

Seeing everyone leaving, Yan Chasan didn't panic, just looked at Cao Bin lightly and said:

"Uncle Cao, what do you want to say?"

Only then did Cao Bin put down his chopsticks and looked at Yan Chasan seriously.

Seeing this, Yan Chasan was shocked, and quickly listened, thinking that Cao Bin was going to make some lofty remarks.

"Master Yan, if this errand is not handled well, I will lose my head. My only hope is that."

"When you die, don't drag me down."

Yan Chasan suddenly became angry, his face was red and his ears were red:

"Uncle Zhongjing! What is the purpose of my generation reading sage books? To govern the country and the world!"

"Could it be that you are indifferent to seeing them make a lot of money and harm the people?"

"I don't believe it. Without them, disaster relief would not be possible."

Cao Bin waved his hands impatiently and said:

"Don't be benevolent and moral with me. It's your job to read sage books. I'm illiterate! I don't read!"

When Yan Chasan heard the words, he burst into anger, stood up and flicked his sleeves and said: