How much grain is there in 200,000 shi?
Answer, I don’t know either.
When Zhang Qingyuan and the others found the place where the grain was piled, it was a valley filled with grain as far as the eye could see.
Bags of grain were piled in the valley, and rice was scattered on the ground and piled into mountains.
"OMG!"
Tang Zhong looked at this grain valley and didn't know how to describe it.
"Master Zhong."
The waiter swallowed his saliva and exclaimed: "We just don't have enough people!"
"move!"
Then we have to move. First fill up the cars that come here, and then call for a car when we get back.
"Hey, if all this food is mine, how many years will I have to eat it?"
A fat man sighed.
Everyone looked at him. They didn't know how many years they had eaten, but before he died, the food had long since rotted.
Zhu Zizhao stood next to Zhang Qingyuan, looking at the valley, and said: "The grain is estimated to be more than 200,000 dan."
"There must be more than one. In addition to Mr. Tang, there are other unlucky ones who were also robbed by Tingfeng Village."
Zhang Qingyuan looked at the grain piled up in the valley and wondered whether the other grain transport teams that had been robbed reported to the police.
Although it is definitely useless to report to the official, we still need to find out who was robbed of food.
As the saying goes, people do not raise officials and do not correct them. These grain merchants whose grain was robbed must be found and let them go to Beijing to complain, because only in this way can they be taken seriously by the court.
If these people are scattered and cannot be integrated, they will be defeated one by one by Liu Xiangquan. When he goes back to Beijing to file a complaint, there will not even be a victim, so what can he use to sue him.
"Why do you think he is so bold?" Zhu Zizhao looked at Zhang Qingyuan. He couldn't figure it out. It was normal for a prefect to engage in petty corruption and bribery. Even embezzling part of the disaster relief food funds was normal.
And braving the disapproval of the world and using bandits to rob grain merchants, the court will know about these things sooner or later, and no one can protect him by then.
Why would he do this?
Zhang Qingyuan looked at the guys carrying the grain and was thinking about this problem in his head.
Before coming here, he was just angry, his brain was filled with anger, and he didn't have time to think about it. Now think about it, how the hell could Magistrate Liu get so much food to sell it.
He has lost so much food and is worried that he can't find it. No matter who he sells it to, he is just asking for trouble.
The two looked at each other and Zhang Qingyuan said bluntly: "These grains are not for sale at all."
Zhu Zizhao also thought of this and said: "It's either selling or eating."
The two of them looked at the fat guy again and remembered what he had just said. With so much food, how many years would it take him to eat it?
"Human!" Zhang Qingyuan suddenly said.
Zhu Zizhao continued to add: "Many people!"
"He collected so much food. This Tingfeng Village alone has so much food. Who knows how many Tingfeng Villages there are like this in the entire Kaifeng Mansion!" Zhang Qingyuan exclaimed.
Zhu Zizhao shook his head: "We definitely can't know how many Tingfeng villages there are now, but who is he going to support with so much food?"
"army!"
"Army?" Zhu Zizhao frowned, "But there are no imperial troops stationed in Kaifeng Mansion."
I seem to have figured out the key point.
Zhang Qingyuan continued: "Who has the most people in Kaifeng now?"
"Disaster victims!"
“What do disaster victims need most?”
"food."
Zhang Qingyuan smiled and said: "That's right, the victims need food, and in Kaifeng Mansion, whoever gets the food will have the capital to control thousands of victims!"
Zhu Zizhao is not a fool. As a relative of the emperor, he is very smart, but he did not think of the important point at the moment.
Now that Zhang Qingyuan has reminded him of this, how could he not think of it?
"He gathered all the grain from the grain merchants in his hands, and when the disaster relief grain funds from the court arrived, he would also take the grain relief funds in his hands.
At that time, he will have the most food in the world, and the victims will definitely obey his orders in order to have enough to eat. "
Zhu Zizhao suddenly felt his scalp numb, his eyes were red, and he said: "He is going to...rebel!"
Zhang Qingyuan took a deep breath. Although he was not very willing, he was still very depressed. I just wanted to help more victims as part of my duty, but why did I get into the whirlpool of rebellion inexplicably.
Is this something I have access to?
Is this something I can listen to?
I'm just a hard-working time traveler whose soul has traveled to another world and wants to live a small life!
"When the time comes, he holds half of the world's food in his hands. He raises his arms and shouts, and the victims respond." Zhang Qingyuan looked at Zhu Zizhao sympathetically.
This guy is from the royal family, so he must be more anxious than himself.
After all, for me, it doesn't matter who becomes the emperor in the world, I can't be the emperor anyway.
But he was different. He was a relative of the emperor. He had the same surname as the emperor and belonged to the same family.
If Da Qianguo is gone, he will be gone too.
"Shameless traitor!" Zhu Zizhao was immediately furious. He dared to rebel against my family. He really didn't know how to live or die. He said to Lao Qi: "Old Qi, you run fast. Now run towards the capital to prevent the imperial envoys who are escorting the food from coming to provide disaster relief!"
With that said, he took out a token and handed it to Lao Qi.
Zhang Qingyuan glanced at it. It was a sign made of gold inlaid with jade. Even though gold inlaid with jade was no longer popular on earth in the 21st century, in this era, this thing was very valuable.
Lao Qi took the order and knew the seriousness of the matter. He did not dare to delay. He cupped his fists and said, "I obey my orders."
Zhu Zizhao looked at Lao Wu again: "I am going to compile a book now. You can send it to the capital and give it to the emperor or the prince. Remember, it must be handed over to them. No one else can read it."
"Young Master, where are you? Who will protect you when we leave?" Lao Wu asked worriedly.
Zhu Zizhao angrily tore off his inner robe, bit the tip of his index finger, and wrote a letter in blood while saying: "Kaifeng Dute's mother-in-law is going to rebel, do you still care about my life and death?"
After saying that, he looked up at Zhang Qingyuan and asked, "Qingyuan, can you protect me?"
No... Zhang Qingyuan wanted to say no, because he really had no interest in protecting the emperor's relatives, but when he thought that his family was being stabbed in the back, he nodded and said, "As long as you don't seek death."
After finishing the blood writing, he handed the blood book to Lao Wu: "Remember not to have any accidents. After you finish, you and the twelve guards will come over to protect me."
"clear."
Lao Wu looked at Lao Qi and said to him: "Stop the imperial envoy and come back immediately to protect the young master!"
Lao Qi nodded heavily, and the two turned around and disappeared into the mountains.
After the two left, Zhu Zizhao put his broken index finger into his mouth and sucked it. Zhang Qingyuan asked, "It hurts a lot, right?"
"Of course." Zhu Zizhao said righteously, "But for the sake of the country and my Daqian Dynasty, this pain is nothing!"
He was sighing with emotion as he sacrificed his life for justice, when he turned around and saw Zhang Qingyuan pull out a writing brush from his sleeve.
Then he looked at him as if he were a fool and asked, "Then why don't you use a pen?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zhu Zizhao said angrily.
Zhang Qingyuan said: "I have always had a pen, and you didn't ask earlier!"
Because Zhang Qingyuan often records inspiration, he always carries two or three pens with him.
"I thought you wanted to use the blood letter to attract the emperor's attention."
Zhu Zizhao: "..."
Being interrupted by Zhang Qingyuan, he was no longer as angry as before.
At this time, Zhang Qingyuan said again: "You said that we destroyed Tingfeng Village, but there is no secret whistle from Liu Xiangquan in Tingfeng Village?"
Zhu Zizhao, who had regained his senses, also thought of something. He looked at Zhang Qingyuan and said, "Do you think there is anyone behind Liu Xiangquan?"
