[Someone asked, there is not enough food to eat, but there is still meat! How can there be no meat to eat?] For such a question...... I really don't know how to answer ......]

Time is always the most transcendent storage of time, and in the blink of an eye, the fifth year of Tianbao has also reached June.

Summer in the south has come to an end, but it is still very hot, especially this summer, and the heat wave is wrapped in despair and ruin.

At this moment, Chang'an City, the haze that shrouded Chang'an a few days ago dissipated a lot in an instant.

Although 10,000 stone of grain cannot solve all the problems, but directly opposite the yamen of the household department, the "people's livelihood grain shop" named by the prime minister of the current dynasty is still constantly transporting grain, 50 yuan of rice, and each person is limited to one bucket per day.

As long as the door of the grain shop will still be opened on time every morning, the people of Chang'an will have the hope of living, and if people have hope, they will not be able to get out of chaos.

"Open the door! Open the door! Don't worry, line up, there's enough food, everyone has a share!" a young man shouted loudly as he stood at the door of the grain store.

The people at the front of the team were left behind when the grain shop was closed yesterday, and they had been waiting here all night, but fortunately, Chang'an was already in the middle of summer, and a mattress and a thin quilt could deal with it.

The wooden planks on the door of the grain store were removed one by one, and the long flow of people began to move slowly.

"What are you doing! I've been waiting here all night, and I'm going to line up to the back!"

"Yo he! Hillbilly, do you know who the uncle is? Get out of the way!"

A tall and strong man pushed a thin middle-aged man away and forcibly took his seat.

"Alas...... Here we go again! Why don't these guys have a long memory!"

Directly opposite the grain shop is the household yamen, and in the gatehouse of the household yamen, there has been a long garrison of the chief security house these days, and together with the soldiers of the household yamen, they are responsible for guarding the order of the grain shop opposite.

After seeing this scene in the team, a middle-aged man who looked like a head catcher sighed, rubbed his tired eyes, and then led the two catchers towards the place where the incident occurred.

"You, get out of here!" shouted the catcher, pointing at the tall man.

Unexpectedly, the big man was pretending to look left and right, looking blank.

The head catcher who led the team scolded angrily: "What are you pretending, Liu Lao Liu, when Lao Tzu can't recognize you, right? Go, drag him out for Lao Tzu!"

"Xing catches the head, wronged...... Wronged!" The big man struggled hard, but these catchers from Chang'an Mansion this time were all veterans, and he didn't see anything to do, so he quickly slapped a few times on the big man's waist and legs, and the big man was like a dead dog, and was dragged out of the team by the two accompanying catchers.

"You, go back!" Xing Zhutou pointed to the middle-aged man who had just been squeezed out of the team.

"Thank you, sir!" The middle-aged man bowed a few times to Xing Zhu's head, and then happily ran back to the team.

Such small disputes happen almost every day, and the catchers who maintain order are gradually too lazy to say anything, and directly drag things away.

In the household yamen, on the walls on both sides of the gate, there is a row of people who make trouble, which are changed every day.

Outside the gate of the grain shop, there is a row of newly built thatched sheds, it is windy and rainy in summer, in order to make the people waiting for them suffer less, the shopkeeper of the grain shop asked someone to hurry up to build such a long thatched hut, this move naturally also won a good reception from the people of Chang'an.

"Xing Zhutou, come, have a cup of tea, eat something!" At this moment, the people in the pergola had already run to line up, and the young team leader Zhang Li moved a small table, put some food, and beckoned Xing Zhutou to go over and eat something.

Xing Zhutou was not polite, after sitting down, he grabbed two big meat steamed buns, swallowed them in a few clicks, grabbed the tea cup on the side and poured saliva, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Happy! This is also the brother you can eat meat, this past month the old brother can be regarded as a monk!"

Zhang Li smiled: "Then eat two more!"

Xing Zhutou shook his head and said, "Two is enough! Now it is not easy to get food at this time, and you can starve to death!"

Not far away, at the back of the team, there was another dispute, Xing Zhutou shook his head helplessly, and pointed to the two catchers, who rushed over.

"You say, are these people stupid or blind? Is it difficult that the big living people in the row here can't be seen?" Xing Zhutou was really a little confused about these people who went to make trouble one after another.

Zhang Li took a sip of the teacup, recalled the eldest brother's actions and expressions on weekdays, and showed a gentle and confident smile on his face, as if he was in control, and said: "They are not stupid or blind, there are people behind them, and they are naturally confident!"

Looking at Zhang Li's young face showing a kind of stability that did not match his age, although Xing Zhutou was not uncommon, he was still a little surprised: "Where did this person come from?

"Brother, are you saying they were instructed by someone?" asked Xing Zhutou.

Zhang Li's smile was still gentle: "Those people just want to know how long our store can be open and how long the grain can be sold!"

These days, Xing Zhutou has also become familiar with Zhang Li, so he approached and asked softly: "You give the old brother a letter, how much food is still in the store?"

Zhang Li's smile was even worse, and a brilliant color in his eyes flashed, and he said leisurely: "Don't worry, brother! This store will not fall, and the grain will still be at this price until the price of grain in Chang'an drops back to the previous level." ”

"That's good! That's good!" Xing Zhutou also laughed.

At the corner of a street not far from the grain store, there is a three-story wine shop, the door of the wine store is not facing the street where the grain store is located, but through the window of the private room on the third floor, you can still see the front of the grain store.

"How's it going?" In the window seat, a man who looked to be in his thirties stared intently at the grain store not far downstairs, but the question was asked to an old servant who had just walked in.

The old servant shook his head helplessly: "Childe, it's still fifty wen a bucket!"

The man's brow furrowed even deeper, and although he had expected it, he still felt a little powerless after hearing the news.

"How many days is this?" was not asked by the young man, but by a wealthy middle-aged man sitting across from him.

"It's been the fifteenth day!" said a middle-aged man dressed in brocade and with gray temples next to him.

"Fifteen days! One bucket per person a day, six hours a day, how can they still have food!"

Fifteen days have passed! Since the establishment of this grain shop, the price of 50 wen of doumi has never changed! The price is twice as cheap, and anyone who is not an idiot probably knows how to choose. In other words, except for this grain shop in Chang'an City, the rest of the grain shops have not done a single business in the past fifteen days!

Although each person can only buy one bucket of rice a day, even the strongest man does not dare to spend a bucket of rice a day at this time! Not to mention that people with many people will help the old and the young to line up together......

The grain merchants in Chang'an City who were once preparing to make a fortune, since the establishment of this grain shop, the most hopeful thing every day is to see this grain shop close.

It's just that no matter what they do together, the grain store downstairs still has a thrilling avoidance!

"I think, just find a group of people to set this shop on fire!" said another rough-looking man.

"Do you think I haven't looked for it?" said the middle-aged man with gray temples angrily.

"Why? "Can't get in?" asked the rough man.

"I went in, but I never came out! After a few days, I found a few swollen corpses in the stinky pool outside the west gate!" said the middle-aged man with gray temples indignantly.

The rough man was silent, and after a long time he asked, "Where are these guys coming from?"

"I heard that it was Xu Xiang's student. The rich middle-aged replied.

"Xu Fan's old boy is desperate now! If this turmoil is not settled, the saint will not be able to save him! Between life and death, how dare he not care?" said the middle-aged man with gray temples.

"Then what should I do? Could it be that I am sitting here and waiting? If I wait any longer, the price of grain will be lowered, and the grain that Lao Tzu has bought at a high price will not be lost!" exclaimed the rough man.

"What the hell are you angry at us, you have the ability to tear down that grain shop! Oh, you kid bought food, didn't you? Your little food is not enough for a fraction of us!" the gray-eyed middle-aged man scolded.

"I ......"

The rough man wanted to say more, but the rich middle-aged man hurriedly persuaded him: "Okay, let's say a few words!

After saying that, everyone in the room turned their eyes to the young man by the window.

The young man turned his head and looked past the people in the room until they lowered their heads before looking away.

"How much food do you say?" asked the young man, to everyone.

The rich middle-aged man thought for a while, and replied: "The food of these people should have been brought by the giant ship on the dock ten days ago, I asked the shipbuilder to estimate it, looking at the size of the ship, it should be no more than five thousand stone of grain at most, but ......"

"But after all these days, the grain flowing out of it is almost ten thousand stones!" The rich middle-aged man did not finish speaking, and the young man finished making up for him.

At the beginning, it was the rich middle-aged who claimed to know the details of the other party, so they didn't take the most drastic countermeasures at the beginning, so that Xu Fan and the others reacted.

The rich man bowed his head with shame on his face, and the young man then turned and looked at the edge some distance away.

I saw that outside the circle formed by these people, there was a lonely desk, and a young man in his twenties was sitting next to the desk.

"Wang Gongzi, where is the household, and how much food is there?" asked the young man at the man.

The person next to the edge of the case is Wang Zhun!

Wang Zhun heard the inquiry and replied respectfully: "I peeked at my father's official documents, and the household department is already destitute now, and there is not a grain of grain left!"

"Didn't you say that you had already bought food from Fan Yang An Lushan?" the young man asked.

"Don't mention it! When An Lushan was in Chang'an, he promised to be happy, but as soon as he returned to Fanyang, he began to talk about it! For a while, he said that the grain had not been harvested, and for a while, he said that the soldiers would not let the grain export, which might cause panic among the soldiers and cause a big change. None of the cowards in the court dared to take this responsibility, so they went from An Lushan. Wang Zhun still said respectfully.

"Alas...... Childe, don't worry that Fan Yang's grain will enter Beijing! An Lushan's kid himself is also raising the price of grain, how can he send grain out for nothing at this time?" said the rough man.

The rest of the people nodded in unison, agreeing with their judgment.

The young man thought for a moment and made up his mind: "In that case, let's wait a little longer!"

"Okay! Damn, fight! Lao Tzu doesn't believe that these guys still have food in their hands!" The rough man seemed to have forgotten the wavering arrogance of Fang Cai.

"It's all come to this point, it's a death to retreat, just rush forward!" The middle-aged man with gray temples also has the determination to break the boat.

"That's right! Wait until we get through it! Immediately raise the price of grain to 300 wen for doumi! Earn back all the money you lost!" The rich middle-aged man also showed a vicious expression on his face.

At the same time, above the surging Yellow River, the turbid waves were empty, and two white sailboats were heading west at an alarming speed.

On a leading sailing ship, Wang Ce walked up to Zheng Tai at the front of the deck and said, "Can you hurry up! The news of the turmoil in Yangzhou has been rushed to Chang'an for a hundred and eight miles, and the speed of the internal guards is only faster than that of the military post!"

"What's the hurry, it's here when it's there!" Zheng Taehun said unconcernedly.

"It's going to be troublesome when you get there!" Wang Ce said as he stared at Zheng Tai fiercely.

"What's the trouble?" Zheng Tai looked at Wang Ce.

"If this news had been delivered to the teacher before us, then we would have been arrested!" Wang Ce replied.

Zheng Tai thought about it, felt that there didn't seem to be any trouble, and wondered: "Is there a difference? We were originally going to quell the rebellion!"

"Of course there is a difference!" Wang Ce said urgently.

"What's the difference?" Wang Ce thought about it carefully again, but didn't come up with it.

"If the teacher doesn't know this, we have already started to quell the rebellion, and that's called initiative! If the teacher calls for it, then it's passive, isn't it? It will affect our tall image in the teacher's mind!" Wang Ce said seriously.

Zheng Tai blinked his eyes, looked at Wang Ce, and repeated the question just now: "Is there a difference?"

"Besides, he's not my teacher!

"You ......" Wang Ce stared at Zheng Tai and was speechless for a while.

Zheng Tai looked at Wang Ce playfully, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said with a smile: "What do you kid have to say directly!"

Looking at Zheng Tai's eyes that seemed to be clear, Wang Ce lowered his head and said, "Okay! If the teacher knew about this first, he would definitely ask us in front of us, how would we answer when the time comes?"

"We can lie!" Zheng Tai said curiously.

"Just kidding! Except for the eldest brother in front of the teacher, who has the ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense? But if we get there first, put down the food and leave, and when the news comes, the teacher can only ask by letter, and at that time it is not how to write what he wants!" Wang Ce said with a smug smile.

Zheng Tai didn't fall for him, and still said calmly: "You still haven't told the truth!"

The truth here naturally refers to the real reason in Wang Ce's heart.

Wang Ce looked at Zheng Tai angrily, but Zheng Tai looked at him for a long time.

"Okay, I don't want to stay at the teacher's house for long, I don't want to stay for a moment! But if the news of the rebellion reaches the teacher, I can't think of it if I don't stay!" Wang Ce sighed.

"Why?" Zheng Tai had never entered the city at all the last time he entered Beijing, and had been staying on the ship, so he naturally didn't know anything about what happened to Wang Ce in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Alas...... It's all the teacher's two sons who made trouble!" Wang Ce said helplessly.

"What's wrong?" asked Jung-tae.

"I don't know who transferred these two guys, they are the second ancestor who doesn't understand anything, now it's okay, run to me and talk nonsense, but I can't bother with them, I'm annoyed to death!"

Wang Ce said it simply, but Zheng Tai, who grew up with him, knew his character and could make him afraid to avoid it, and the two second ancestors were only afraid that what they would do had exceeded the bottom line of Wang Ce's tolerance.

Zheng Tai nodded in understanding, and didn't ask much about what happened to him in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but said: "The current speed is already the fastest! After all, our ship is full of grain, and here is the Yellow River, which is not comparable to the sea, and the biggest advantage of the flying scissor sailboat cannot be brought into play, if it is not for the strength of the southeast wind enough, even this speed is impossible now." ”

"Alas......" Wang Ce sighed helplessly: "Although we got the news first, we took the sea route and went around in a big circle, and it is estimated that it is impossible to catch up with the speed of the internal guards." ”

Zheng Tai patted Wang Ce on the shoulder and said, "I'll go with you this time!

Wang Ce's heart warmed and nodded.

Wang Ce and Zheng Tai hurried to catch up, but after all, they were still a step slower.

Just when the two flying scissor sailboats had just entered the waters of Chang'an, a fast horse had already overturned in front of the gate of the Yongxingfang Flower House.

"Quick...... Fast...... Yangzhou urgent!" The knight on the horse ignored the horses pressing on him, and pointed to the package on his back with difficulty at the guard in front of the door.

Looking at the bright yellow color on the package, one of the guards immediately took the package from his back and hurried into the house without looking back.

"Report, my lord, Yangzhou urgent!" The guard in front of the door almost passed through the front yard at the fastest speed and came to the hall where Hua Da was located in the back yard.

Hua Da looked at the yellow package that represented the most critical information, and his heart trembled, and snatched it from the guard's hand.

Swift take-out, swift unsealing, and a qiē are all completed in the shortest possible time.

When Hua Da, who couldn't wait, saw the information written on the scroll of paper, he had a sense of solidity like a boulder falling to the ground.

"Quick, prepare the horse, I want to enter the palace!"

After Hua Da finished speaking, he walked towards the gate in the front yard......