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

"Is this the only grain that Jiangning Warehouse has?"

Guan Shicheng quickly paused and said: "My lord Mingjian, since the fall of last year, there has been continuous rain, and there has been a cold spring in the beginning of the new year. All four counties in Gyeonggi owe a certain amount of tax and food. In addition to those allocated for disaster relief earlier, I will work together Tell me, even if the Jiangning warehouse is emptied right now, you can barely survive this autumn. Will there be spring sowing in the future?"

The lights in the hall were dimly lit, making everyone's faces look sad.Cang Lang put on his veil again, and opened his mouth like a spring flowing on a stone, with a deep gurgling, "Fishing in the water is not a long-term solution."

Only then did Guan Shicheng realize that there was someone else in the room, he hesitated and asked, "Who is this?"

"The officials from the household department came to inspect Zilitian." Yan Mo cut him off in time, and asked again: "You just said, how much grain is needed for this autumn's rush planting, and can it be fully raised before dawn?"

Guan Shicheng withdrew his gaze and said worriedly: "Financing is not a problem, but as soon as the official warehouse is opened, we will block the back road. It's good to see a bumper harvest after planting rice. If not, next spring will not even provide food for disaster relief." It's all gone."

Yan Mo didn't hesitate: "God bless me, Da Yan, and the weather will be smooth next year. There is no reason for famines every year. Don't drag the topic away. If you let the refugees continue to make trouble like this, we all have to pay attention to it." .”

The trading company deliberately drove up the price of grain seeds. With Yan Mo's consistent way of being an official, he was determined not to confront them tit for tat. The only way he could think of was to open warehouses and release the seeds.However, Yan Mo knows Jiang Ningcang's family background better than anyone else, and what Guan Shicheng said is not groundless worry.He didn't dare to make a decision, so he had to procrastinate and procrastinate until the refugees had nowhere to go and the men of King Yan came.He thought he couldn't handle this hot potato, so someone more capable should pick it up.

Cang Lang couldn't help frowning because of such a trick of attracting misfortune to the east and beggar-thy-neighbor.

"What Shi Cheng said is not unreasonable. This matter has a lot to do with it. Although the situation is urgent, it's better to deal with it slowly."

Yan Mo became anxious after hearing this, and said to himself that you promised to read the method of receiving grain seeds tomorrow morning with your red mouth and white teeth, how dare you dig a hole for yourself?He was anxious to get angry, and blurted out: "The prince has not spoken yet, whoever gave you the courage to do it for you, you are also worthy?"

The sound of "click" was extremely small, but it was like thunder in Yan Mo's ears—his unthinking words hit Feng Lin, and the teacup was crushed in his palm, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that His Highness was angry up.

Cang Lang was the only one present who was calm and calm, and said in a gentle tone: "I am ashamed of being an official and avoiding things all my life. My lord really cares about the people. Why wait until King Yan's father arrives before I can't wait to open a warehouse?"

The sound of water droplets smashed the silence, knocking people in a state of panic, and then being swallowed by even greater anxiety.

Yan Mo couldn't tell how he left the other courtyard.King Yan's nameless anger almost burned him inside out, but the words of the masked civil servant precisely stepped on his painful feet, completely crushing his calm appearance into ashes of depression.He glanced back in a trance, and the familiar feeling during the day came back.

"We haven't seen each other for many years, and the mud still can't support the wall." After the person left, Cang Lang sighed softly.He remembered some past events, and his mood suddenly became unhappy.

Feng Lin was also silent.

Cang Lang caught a glimpse of a pile of broken porcelain under the edge of his palm, but he didn't look at the wound, he took out the veil and threw it over: "Instead of being so useless, why not think about how to solve the current predicament."

Feng Lin took it, "Sir, have you made plans?"

"Business affairs, business governance," Cang Lang said firmly, "the warehouses need to be opened, but the grain seeds can't just be used for disaster relief. Gao Wujiu wants to use business wars to provoke antagonism between the government and the people, and then hinder the reform of Zilitian. We have to stop it. Choose to fight."

As the embers of the candle fell, she whispered in a low voice.

Cang Lang sorted out his thoughts, and said in detail: "The benefit of winning this battle is not only to solve the urgent need for grain, but more importantly, to severely damage the seven major trading companies. The reason why foreign relatives have been rampant for two dynasties is not bad, except for the management of the court. , One of the reasons is to use the convenience of wealth in the wild. What kind of ghosts have you raised for the Gao family all these years? The seven major trading companies are their gold diggers in the south of the Yangtze River!"

Feng Lin wiped his fingertips slowly with a handkerchief, recalling what Cang Lang said just now, "According to Mr.'s plan, the key to victory in this battle lies in whether there is enough capital to support it."

When it comes to capital, Cang Lang's eyes dimmed: The seven major trading companies in the south of the Yangtze River headed by the Yi Dun family have been cultivating for many years, hollowing out mountains of gold and silver.On the other hand, the most valuable thing in his body is the mace hanging around his neck.

Feng Lin pondered for a while, and said: "I will listen to the master's decision on the business war. As for the cost, I will figure out a way."

"Are you coming?" Cang Lang said in amazement: "I'm afraid I can't support it alone with the private treasury of the palace."

Feng Lin clenched his fists to his lips, and coughed uncomfortably, "When Minzhou investigated corrupt ink, I asked Shi Kuichuan Ferry to open the port and allow private merchant ships to go to sea for trade. In the past two years, Kuichuan Ferry has been It has grown into Kuichuan Port, and many people along the coast have made a fortune through it, and I have been in touch with me all the time, so it should not be a problem to ask them for help this time."

Feng Lin didn't dare to continue, because he caught a trace of resentment from his husband's eyes.Thinking back when Canglang was "reduced" and sold paintings on the street, he got sugar figurines for him, and he was willing to reveal anything about his self that he had hidden for several years.

Thinking about it carefully, Feng Lin felt that there was nothing wrong with him.

"Some maritime merchants once said that they wanted to share profits with me, but I didn't agree. If you save it, it will become a favor." Seeing Cang Lang's face getting ugly, Feng Lin said in a lower voice, "As for whether you should do it after today?" Yes, I listen to Mr.

The moon is hidden and the stars are sinking, and the scorching sun is rising in the east. Facing the Kyushu and the four seas, they happily dump a handful of summer.

Outside the gate of the city, refugees were already packed shoulder to shoulder, everyone's eyes were fixed on a piece of paper notice, and the obvious panic turned into heavy breathing one after another.The Jinyi Guards headed by Yang Dazhi lined up on both sides to strictly prevent a second riot from breaking out, while Guan Shicheng in the middle watched the crowd's every move nervously.

"Is this really feasible at a low price?" On the tower, Yan Mo clenched his hands anxiously, his face dripping with sweat.

You know, he, the local governor, cannot absolve himself of the blame for using official food for business, and his superiors have seriously pursued it.

Cang Lang slid out a bamboo fan from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and pushed the fan away with his thumb: "The disaster relief in the early stage, including the princess's 10 taels, the refugees have some pension money in their hands. Although they can't afford the business company For the expensive species, the official storage with a [-]% price drop should still be affordable."

At this time, a shout suddenly came from the crowd: "Forget it, it is not easy for the government to go this far. It is only natural to exchange money for food. We are not just taking advantage of those profiteers!"

The city was quiet for a moment, and it was not known who started it first. The crowd who were still walking around rushed to Beishi, the suburb mentioned in the announcement.

Different from the commercial shops in the city, Beishi is close to the city wall. There are no shops, only a continuous circle of colorful board sheds. It can be dismantled in rainy days and can be supported in sunny days. In the early years, it was the largest wild market in Yingtianfu for farming transactions, and gradually declined with the rise of trading companies.

According to the notice, the North Market is open today, and there are all kinds of grain, farm tools and six animals, all of which are top-grade, and the prices are only less than [-]% of the usual prices.

As soon as the refugees approached the city gate, officials and city officials walked along the crowded road and shouted: "Grain and goods are available every day! File into the market! Don't push and push! Those who enter the market buy goods one by one, go out through the corner gate, and give them to those who come later." Those who vacate the land, don't go shopping and stay!"

Canglang arranged in advance for the Jinyiwei in the crowd to take the lead in maintaining order. After coming and going, the swarming refugee team gradually became orderly.

The scene in the city is even more exciting.

The square grain cabinets are neatly stacked in a row, and the types of seeds are marked in big red letters on the buckets. Looking at them, they are all dry, plump, and golden in color.The eyes of the refugees, who had been soaked in the rain for a long time, saw it, and it immediately shined brightly.

The goods and goods flow in and out like flowing water, and in a blink of an eye they are already the reflection of the forest tops, and the setting sun casts an orange light on the ancient city wall.

In the empty shed, only officials and guards in brocade clothes were left lying on the ground, and they had no energy left to say a word.At this time, I heard the rustling of the corner of the shed, a masked civil servant accompanied by Guan Shicheng came down to the center of Beishi.

Guan Shicheng had been basking in the scorching sun all day, his black face was red, and he was still full of air: "There are all of them. Those who are on duty during the day will withdraw, and those who are on duty at night will enter the market. Clear the shed and stock up." -"

Yan Mo, who was following behind, heard his eyelids twitch, and the wet and dry official robe was tightly attached to his body, causing the evening wind to blow, causing a sense of coolness for no reason.He said in surprise: "Will the market still be open tomorrow? What is the difference between doing business at a loss like this and giving it for nothing!"

Thanks to the veil, Cang Lang didn't let anyone see his eyes.Ignoring the nonsense of the old owl crying for mourning, he turned his head and asked Yang Dazhi: "How, is there any movement at the other end of the shop?"

At this moment, a deep voice came from under the city gate, "The seven major trading companies can't sit still anymore. The Yi Dun family went to the Gao family's ancestral house in the afternoon and has not returned yet."

Feng Lin walked over lightly, and asked Yan Mo slowly: "Do you still remember what the king said last night?"

Yan Mo was stunned.

"Business wars are all decided by the gentleman. If you are like a general, you only need to obey orders. If you disobey, you should be punished by military law."

Yan Wang spoke very seriously, but Yan Mo wanted to be tough, but his knees gave in first. He is by no means a weak official, but he is often too obsessed with being consistent.

Feng Lin turned a blind eye to the magistrate's kneeling, and walked past him, walked up to him and stretched out his hand.Cang Lang suddenly felt that his palm was firm, and secretly opened his fist under the twilight, and a plump lotus seed lay in the middle of the clearly visible palm lines.He raised his eyes again, and met eyes with no smile lines, but a deep smile.

A faint light flashed across Cang Lang's eyes, but it disappeared for an instant when Feng Lin spoke again.

He heard His Royal Highness Yan Wang say to Yan Mo in a tone of almost emotionless: "I know what you are thinking, don't change your mind, it's for your own good. There are many monsters, ghosts, and snakes that need your offerings. But if you make a wrong decision one day, and your wife and children are small, and your life and official title are all lost, I advise you to be careful."

For Yan Mo's "grass on the wall", such beating is necessary.But the problem is that Feng Lin spoke too naturally, making people mistakenly think that he has a lot of insight into the word "coercion".

Or maybe it wasn't necessarily an illusion.

Cang Lang's smile was restrained, and the sweaty lotus seeds were embedded in his flesh, like a thorn in his heart, unexpectedly bringing an unspeakable old pain.

"Sir, is something on your mind?" As keen as Feng Lin, he quickly noticed the strangeness of Cang Lang.

Cang Lang put the lotus seeds in his sleeves and carried them behind his back, and said softly: "It's nothing, the sun is too big, let's go back first."

Feng Lin stood there without moving, watching Cang Lang's figure leave alone, a layer of almost incomprehensible, faint disappointment floated on his face.

The author says:

Lin: A good man does not hide his private money.

This part refers to the precedent of Lu Buwei's Xianyang commercial war in the Warring States period. ps: I am a hot chicken author, why are there still people copying empty words below.What a "familiar text", I really envy you for being familiar with everyone (smile.jpg)