Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The price of food intensified, and the people naturally made noise, but the government officials and the chief envoys, including the press secretary, did not move.

Don't buy it!

A news began to circulate on the market.

Countless grains will be poured into Jinan soon, and grain prices will be cut in half.

The people follow blindly. After the news came out, someone went to the yamen to verify, but only got a vague answer.

-There will be food.

"Open a position, press it first."

Chang Yu came to see Fang Xing and said frankly: "Xing He Bo, no matter if you want to fish or whatever, the people can't stand the toss. The officer thought it was possible to open a position, but only needed your permission."

The magistrate can open a warehouse to release grain, this is the right granted by Zhu Di in the later period. But one condition is needed, that is, a disaster that affects food output has been encountered.

The local officials release the grain first, and then officials will come down to check the situation. Once the fraud is discovered, a bunch of heads will appear at the gate of the city.

Jinan has not suffered a disaster now, and the conditions for distributing grain are insufficient. Only Fang Xing, as the emperor's representative, has the right to make a decision.

Fang Xing looked at it carefully with a document in his hand, and said, "Don't worry."

Chang Yu resisted the anger and said, "Xing He Bo, it is rumored that the grain will arrive soon, but where is the grain? If the people are waiting hard, then the time will be...the civil revolt..."

As he said, there was a look of fear in his eyes: "When those people take advantage of the situation, Jinan will be in chaos!"

Civil commotions have always been the most feared events of local officials. No matter whether you can quell them or not, the capital will definitely give you a ‘suggestion’ afterwards.

Fang Xing put down the document and said faintly: "Be safe and not irritable."

Helpless, Chang Yu Fang Xing continued: "Sell food."

"Selling food?"

"right."

"When you open a warehouse to sell grain, the grain price and the price increase will remain unchanged."

Chang Yu was excited in his heart and stood up and said, "The official will prepare now, Xinghe, and you have to ask your people to stare at them, lest the big players will rush to buy them."

Fang Xing smiled, picked up the paper again, and said before lowering his head: "Sell open, no matter who buys or how much you buy, it will be sold!"

...

Fang Xing was still standing still, so some quick horses passed news back and forth between Beijing and Jinan.

——I didn't see the convoy transporting grain!

"What is that person waiting for?"

This is the first time Yang Yan has seen Mr. Seventeen anxious, and suddenly the mystery disappears.

"Sir, presumably that man's memorial has arrived in Beiping long ago, and the DPRK and China are discussing it."

Mr. Seventeen gave him a cold look, and said, "If you ask for help in the memorial, it means Fang Xing is incompetent. Do you think he will be so stupid?"

Yang Yan tried his best to imagine the face in front of him more majestic, so as to increase his confidence, "Sir, the accounting is said to be over. When the DPRK sees the documents and finally decides, the matter will never be changed. The most current thing is. The good way is to...inflame uprisings!"

Mr. Seventeen said blankly: "The old man doesn't know this, it's just that you are mingling with that sparrow tongue all day, so be careful with your tongue."

Yang Yan's face changed slightly, and he bowed and said, "Yes, the students understand."

The future of the tongue lies in the hands of Mr. Seventeen, and Yang Yan cannot refuse, let alone resist.

"student……"

At this time someone came in outside, and he bowed and said, "Sir, there is a warehouse selling food outside."

"What kind of food? What's the price?"

Mr. Seventeen Huo Ran got up, staring at the visitor with piercing eyes and asked.

"Sir, it's the granary of the government. It's all over there now, and it's the price before the price increase."

Mr. Seventeen raised his head and sighed, Yang Yan asked, "Who is staring at? But the one who wakes up?"

The person came with a weird face and said, "Just over a dozen yamen are staring at it."

Mr. Seventeen hummed, and asked: "Can I limit the number of purchases?"

The visitor said: "Limited, but some people bought it once and queued up for the second time, no one cares."

Mr. Seventeen laughed and said: "This is a way of calming people's hearts. Fang Xing must be burned at the moment. He wants to ask the capital for help, but he is afraid of being denounced as incompetent."

"The old man decided that this was Chang Yu's handwriting, and asked people to buy it quickly. Don't wait for Fang Xing to send someone to take care of it. By then, he will inevitably take some heads to stand up."

...

The food-selling scene was crowded with people, and gradually, most of the queues became sturdy men.

They carry pockets and buy a large bag at a time.

The servants on the side began to take care of them, and when someone stuffed a few treasure bills, they all started to open their eyes and close their eyes.

The food was kept being carried away, but the line was getting longer and longer.

...

"Three granaries were emptied."

The dusk was drooping and Chang Yu didn't come, probably because Fang Xing's decision was too absurd.

Fang Xing nodded, and the person asked: "Uncle, our Lord Chang asks...will you continue to play tomorrow?"

"Let it go, keep putting it, and put it when someone buys it."

...

In the city of Jinan at night, the people who bought the food rejoiced, and those who didn't bought it began to curse and curse.

"Master, the money is not enough."

"Go to borrow, grain is money, and the warehouse piles up money. What are you afraid of?"

There are people in Jinan who are happy and some are worried, and many people are quietly waiting for the dawn.

...

It was dawn, and soon news came from people who went to buy food.

——Still no one cares!

"Do you still buy it, sir?"

"Buy! You won't lose money if you buy it."

"Master, it's all Chen Liang."

"That's okay, the big deal is going back, things calm down and sell it right away."

"Call them, and everyone will discuss it."

Then a group of gentry gathered in a restaurant in the city.

"I still sell food today, everyone, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

As the leader, Su Wei's smile is tickling.

Three tables of people, someone asked: "Mr. Su, dare to ask what opportunity is this when I bought Chen Liang at the same price?"

"That's right, we believe you Mr. Su, that's why we have invested our money. If there is no result, who will make up for the loss?"

"I have borrowed for more than a thousand times in Xia. If you lose money again on the sale of Chen Liang, Mr. Su, Xia Xia is afraid that you will bring your family to your house to beg for food."

Su Wei smiled and pressed his hand. After the noise disappeared, he got up and said, "Please don't worry~www.wuxiaspot.com~ somebody is going to get it."

"Who? Mr. Su, who is it?"

The people here are not stupid, you can continue to follow up, but you have to have a strong guarantee.

Su Wei smiled and said: "Don't worry, that person will definitely be able to cover it. If not, I will come!"

"Okay! Mr. Su is bold!"

Although I don't know why Su Wei wanted to hide it, but in full view, if everyone loses money, Su Wei can't deny it.

So the wine and meat in the early morning began to smell, and the flushed faces were full of excitement.

But a hidden worry cannot be removed.

Why didn't Fang Xing send someone to stare at the food?

Let those people rush to buy food, but only a few people who really need it have bought food. What does this mean?

But the news brought by Kuaima back and forth between Beijing and Jinan was reassuring.

There is no convoy to transport food!

...

Fang Xing didn't panic at all, he was holding a small notebook, recording the names of those people one by one.

"Overseas immigration is difficult. These are all good immigrants, and we need to record them clearly."

"Xing He Bo, those people are drinking Gao Le!"

Wang He was running around outside, feeling tired and becoming a dog.

Fang Xing put down his pen and said, "Before you leave, you have to gather people together, otherwise, how can your memory be deep in the future?"

In the evening, Chang Yu finally couldn't help it, and came to see Fang Xing in person.

"Xing He Bo, the granary is almost empty."

"Then prepare."

"What are you going to prepare? Xinghebo, where else can you mobilize food?"

"Da Ming has no shortage of food..."

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