Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

Through Yan Mo's trembling narration, Feng Lin roughly understood the ins and outs of the Jiangning riots.

It turned out that as soon as the news of Qingzhang Zilitian came out, the noble clans in the Jiangning area responded one after another, scrambling to follow the Yunping County's ideology, and opened the farm to the refugees for rent.

I thought it was a tough nut to crack, but I never thought that the situation would be opened up so quickly.The sage was very pleased, and immediately admired the horizontal plaque of "Good words and good deeds", which is now hung in the middle of the gate of the treasury.

Autumn sowing is just around the corner, and the refugees who have land only need to cultivate in order, and the famine that has been delayed for three seasons can be completely alleviated in the spring of the next year.Unexpectedly, overnight, the seven major trading companies in Jiangning suddenly joined forces, and the price of food soared overnight, and the price of seeds was [-]% higher than the par price.

"Half a month ago, it was ten guan qian for one stone of grain, one Tong Bao and one shovel. According to the market price these days, a Zhuangzi can only exchange a hundred and ten guan qian for one stone of seeds. Farm tools are even more expensive."

Sweat covered his eyes, and Yan Mo didn't dare to reach out to wipe it off, and buried his head lower: "The hungry people guard the fertile fields all over the world, but they have no rice to grow. Seeing that spring and summer are famine and autumn and winter will be missed, they don't know who they listened to." Encouraging, they have been besieging the warehouses for a few days, demanding that the officials distribute grain. When there are too many people, chaos is a matter of reason.”

"That's a reasonable thing," Feng Lin sneered, "profiteers messing up the market, what do you want the government to do!"

Yan Mo was used to being a Taiping official, and he had to follow the rules in everything. Even if he was shaking like a quail at this moment, he insisted on not letting go: "The price rises with the market, and the government cannot intervene. This is the rule of the ancestors. Besides."

He spoke dryly, secretly pursed his cracked lips, and muttered in a low voice: "The treasury has been in deficit for several years, how can we turn out grain seeds?"

This is all true, and Feng Lin has no way to refute it.

The cicadas were chirping loudly, contrasting the silence in the forest, the car curtain moved suddenly, and a person came down.Yan Mo didn't dare to stretch his neck to look at it, so he had to use his peripheral vision to walk up the corner of the clothes, but he saw that the man had a ponytail and a veil, and the collar was fastened with a black jade knot, and the color that extended was like pure porcelain.

Yan Mo secretly speculated that there was no such person in the list of accompanying officials.

The man paused when he passed by, and through the layer of tulle, Yan Mo felt that he seemed to be smiling at him, but it was so light, like the night breeze, with a sparse coolness.

"Master Zhifu is right, but the refugees don't know what's going on inside. If they are allowed to go on like this, it will be a matter of time before they break through the gate of the treasury. Has your lord never thought about what the consequences will be then?"

During the dog days, Yan Mo shuddered like hell, and fell to the ground suddenly.

If Feng Lin's aura is like a scorching sun, shining so brightly that he can't straighten up as if he was stabbed in the back, then the person in front of him is the cold moon and Qinghui, and his gaze doesn't bring any warmth. It makes him feel colder and colder, and the feeling of stagnation never changes. The limbs spread all the way to the heart orifice.

Taking the initiative to accept the refugees is a sympathy from the top to the bottom; the refugees turn around and attack the official warehouse, which is undoubtedly a revenge for this sympathy.The Zilitian reform has not yet been fully rolled out, and all eyes are on Yingtian Mansion. If there is a change in Jiangning City, the refugees from other places will follow suit, and it will give the clan a reason to block the reform. The previous arrangements are bound to come to nothing flow.

"Let's take a look in front of the treasury first," Cang Lang turned to Feng Lin under the veil, his smile disappearing from the corners of his raised eyes, and his tone was vaguely cold, "The Jin Yiwei brought out this time also let them be ready for battle. Call out the crossbowmen from time to time, and no matter what, we can’t let the crowd get any closer.”

The scorching sun blew up a wave of heat, which also brought the anger of Old Yanren to the extreme.

"Greed and ignorance are the top ten faults. Today, there are businessmen who are rich and heartless. A stone of grain and a stone of gold are smashed to the bone and suck the marrow, driving us to a dead end. Instead of ignoring the people and punishing crimes, the government is selfish and protects the past. The disaster relief is all fake, if Lao Yan just sits and waits to die, will he still have a way to survive!"

The leader wears a scarf on his head, and a frail and thin body covered by a half-new linen robe. He doesn't look like a coolie, and he sounds more like a poor scholar.

This person was very eloquent, and a few words aroused the anger of the crowd, and the clamor of cursing profiteers flooded the entire treasury.I don't know who yelled to beat them, and the angry refugees threw their hoes and burdens at the Yamen.The plaque was also hit by the flying stone and fell to the ground and broke in two.

Having just arrived at the boundary of Jiangning, encountering such a battle, Cang Lang sighed and said, "Let Jin Yiwei come."

"Crossbowman," Feng Lin took over seamlessly, and quickly raised his right palm: "Form the formation."

The arrows point to the rustling crowd who dare not speak out.In the woods, only the hot wind was left, making the sound of death rubbing against the edge of life.

Feng Lin's eyes were as hard and cold as a murder weapon, and he said in a stern voice: "Yan Lv has a saying, in business talk business, those who violate the law and loot will be severely punished!"

Just now when the scholar fell to the ground, Jin Yiwei grabbed the collar by the back, and the triangular scarf was tilted to one side, and the profile of his face was scraped on the ground with bloodstains, his tears stained his red and black embarrassment.

Hearing this, he uttered a heart-piercing cry: "The fields are flooded, and our homes are gone. I'm just waiting for you to earn a living. What's wrong with you? My God, you are so cruel!" "

This wailing was like a primer, igniting the suffering of those present who were suffering from the same disease.There was no harvest for half a year, and hunger became a nightmare that haunted people's hearts. The days of hard work stopped in a dream, and when they woke up, there was only water and desolation.

They dug up all the old grains from the damaged grain hoards, but they still couldn't satisfy their hungry stomachs.They left their hometowns and went to the business of changing children to eat, just to live like ants, but now even this humble wish has been ruthlessly suppressed.

Sadness spread like forest fog, and someone began to sob softly.

Cang Lang stepped forward and spoke calmly: "Don't be impatient, everyone. Since the imperial court has ordered disaster relief, there is no reason to give up halfway. His Royal Highness came here to collect taxes. If there is a shortage, he will not just sit idly by. Everyone is going home now, and a notice will be posted at the gate of the city tomorrow morning. At that time, an official will read out the method of receiving grain. Abandon anyone."

He used "benevolent sage" as a comparison, and he didn't let people hear the arrogance in front of the miserable scene.Yan Mo stayed on the sidelines silently, he was also the tester of Chunwei in the 36th year of Qingyuan, and he felt a little familiar from this person for no reason.

The refugees gathered around stopped crying and turned to whispering, and gradually some people began to disperse.

The scholar turned his eyeballs, and suddenly challenged Cang Lang, and said sadly: "What a majesty! Zuo is just a raccoon colluding with government and businessmen, and you are looking at who you want to fool!"

It was too late to say it, but then it was too late, Feng Lin raised his hand and threw a dart, the scholar fell to the ground, and a cold dagger fell out of his cuff.

The crowd that had calmed down started rioting again, this time Feng Lin didn't leave any room, and ordered without hesitation: "Shoot the arrows!"

After people crawled to the ground one after another, the limited courage of the refugees was finally exhausted.

Feng Lin stepped on the shimmering light spots on the ground, stepped over the scholar's body and stood still, looking around, and said to Yan Mo, who was sweating profusely beside him: "All those who take the lead in making trouble are detained. The rest, the wounded, will be sent to the city for medical treatment. Hospital for treatment, the body of the deceased is collected, the pension is doubled and distributed to his relatives, and he leaves from the private treasury of the palace. Also, call Guan Shicheng over.”

Back at Yan's house that night, Feng Lin asked the maid to take Ah Li, who had fainted all the way, to another room, and ordered someone to fetch the ointment.

"It's just to cut the opening of the road, but there's no need to put on the posture of Zigong crying." During the day, when the scholar rushed over, Cang Lang couldn't dodge, and was stabbed in the arm. Looking at Feng Lin's face in front of the candlelight, his face was almost frosty. He couldn't help joking.

Feng Lin said: "Master's wall is ten thousand [1], and I am afraid of being chopped by knives and axes. What's more, in my heart, Mr. is not a palace wall, but a willow in the wall. If you talk about chopping and chiseling, you can't break it."

Cang Lang, who became a willow on the palace wall for no reason, chuckled and raised his neck slightly: "What do you think of today's turmoil among refugees?"

"I remember Mr. said that birds of prey will strike, fly lowly and fold their wings, and beasts will fight, and bow down with their ears closed. [2] Generally, if someone wants to make a trip secretly, he must lower his posture to paralyze the opponent in advance. This time, the Jiangning Mansion Zhengtian is an example."

"Do you also think that the opening of farms by wealthy households in the city and taking in refugees is just a false move, and the real highlight is raising the price?"

Feng Lin rolled up his sleeves for Canglang, as cautious as caring for a piece of glass, "Without grain seeds, Zilitian Jimin is a joke. The victims thought they were being tricked, and their hatred for the government could be ignited with just a call. Today Jiang Ningcang If it is breached, rumors will spread throughout Yingtian Mansion tomorrow, "Look, so what if you destroy your family to relieve the difficulties, a pariah is a pariah, feed an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf". "

The medicine powder was sprinkled on the wound, and after cooling off, it caused dense sharp pain, and Cang Lang frowned.

"Seven trading companies joined forces to raise prices and almost monopolized the entire grain market. If there is no one to point out behind this, it is really an anecdote in the world." He slowly raised his index finger, then gently put it down, as if thinking, and as if reminding , "Government and business collusion, raccoons of the same feather."

Feng Lin stared at Mr. without looking away, and tightened his grip slightly: "Jiangning Mansion is Gao Wujiu's lair, and the Yidun family, the head of the seven major trading companies, is also Gao's in-law."

Hearing this extremely familiar name, Cang Lang almost let out a sneer from his chest.There was no reply from Mr. Shoufu. Presumably, the assassination along the way failed, and their old enemy returned like a wounded tiger. After a period of silence, they will roar in the mountains and forests later.

"Tiger's anger will be wronged, but after all, how innocent are the people of Jiangning?"

On such a hot day, disappointment and resentment are like falling into an ice cellar, and the temperature is peeled off bit by bit from the fingertips.As if feeling Cang Lang's gradually heavy mood, Feng Lin's palm slid down, and he couldn't help but push it against Mr.'s fingers, and clasped with him.

"The few people who took the lead in making troubles today, I will watch carefully with the guards in Jinyi. Gao Wujiu is hiding in the dark, and someone has to do things for him to fan the flames. Don't worry, sir."

Cang Lang covered Feng Lin's hand with his other hand, paused for a while, and said to the candle, "Then this time, let's not let this fierce tiger go easily."

The shadow of the candle was flickering, and the ears of the sleeping tassels on the outside had a sharp edge, and the wolf jumped up, scaring Yan Mo, who was leaning inward, half to death.

He backed up again and again, his eyes brushed the outer edge of the screen and slipped into the room, and he could see two tightly clasped hands, perfectly fitting, just like a consonance.

"Who's out there?"

Yan Zhifu's throat slipped. He knew very well that His Royal Highness Yan Wang had a surly temper. There was not even a maid in the mansion to serve him close to him, and he had never heard of anyone who was in love with such a beautiful family.

In the current situation, it is impossible to retreat, the two hands are still closely intertwined, if he wants to peek forward, the steaming fangs will kill him a few steps away.In a dilemma, Master Yan knelt down again.

"My lord, Guan Shicheng is here."

The author says:

[1] Quoted from the allusion of Master Zigong; [2] Inspired by Wu Tao in "Six Secrets and Three Strategies"