Kang Huaizhen is Zhu Wen's most powerful arm, I didn't expect him not to follow Zhu Wen on the expedition this time, but to attack other feudal towns, when the world's realization eyes are concentrated in Hedong, Zhu Wen has already obtained more land and population, no wonder, no wonder, thinking of this, the generals can't help but make up their minds, the back road is guaranteed, even if Luzhou is defeated, what can they do, and they don't think they will lose......

Chang'an City is frozen in the cold, although it is the prosperous capital of the Tang Dynasty, but in this cold winter, the streets and alleys are also depressed.

Although the water dripping from the outside turned into ice, the flower hall outside Feng Yuan was as warm as chūn, and the fragrance was overflowing. Eight braziers of white copper were burning with the finest animal charcoal, and the heat was surging in the room. There is a shop and a house, which can be complimented by others, but Feng Yuanwai is a real outsider, a wealthy businessman in Chang'an City, and more than half of the shops on the three most prosperous streets in Chang'an are his.

In Chang'an City, ordinary people, businessmen and rich gentry want to be respectful when they see him, even if it is the prefect, he is also a person who can speak, such a character should be a big man who stomps on the nine cities and trembles, but at this moment in Duan Mingyu's house, he is standing respectfully in the corner of the flower hall, even in front of the prefect, he is not so tame and polite, and he hangs his head as if he is being taught a lesson by his father.

But the old man looked much younger than his age, and although he was dressed in a scribe's regular clothes, he did not have the slightest elegance, and if it weren't for the sparkle in his eyes, he would easily be classified as a sour man who only knew how to sell Sven.

This sour man was furious, he was sitting in the back house of Feng Yuanwai's house, and the object of his anger was not Feng Yuanwai, but Feng Yuanwai seemed to have swept to the tail of the wind, and he didn't dare to breathe.

The man who was sitting at the top and was angry was none other than Duan Mingyu. In front of him, there are several women standing down, a jade slender in front of the head, wearing a black fox fur fur, the soft and bright fur shines with purple and black light, and the fur is covered with a gray squirrel skin cloak, with a snow-white fox tail around the neck and neck, and a pair of deerskin boots.

The woman in fur clothes has eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, beautiful and resolute, and can not be squared, and then wearing this extravagant clothes, she is really like a fairy in the sky, but this fairy is wearing a fur robe, standing in this flower hall that is as warm as chūn or even like early summer, and there is a faint sweat between her eyebrows, so she looks a little embarrassed. As soon as she entered the flower hall, before she took off her coat, she was frightened by the angry Duan Mingyu, and she didn't dare to move when she stood there.

Standing behind her were two maids with double buns, both with bright eyes and bright teeth, each wearing a rabbit down jacket, which made them pink and beautiful.

"This kind of thing, actually kept me in the dark, it is really unreasonable, if it is not for His Majesty to tell me personally, I don't know, let you observe and pay attention to the situation in Hedong, where you observed, you can't escape the blame for this matter."

The beauty hurriedly bowed her head and said: "The slave family is guilty, the movement on the other side of the river, the slave family has always been cautious and cautious, we have inquired about this matter, but there is chaos in Hedong, and the checkpoint has become more and more strict, and it is inevitable that there will be delays when the news is sent, and the subordinates have not thought much about it, so ...... The slave family is careless, please punish the son. ”

The beauty said, as soon as she mentioned her fur, she knelt down, and the two pretty little maids behind her saw this, and they knelt down in a panic.

Duan Mingyu raised his head and was speechless, two lines of tears couldn't help but flow out, Li Keyong died, the old man who called Duan's little brother died like this, the one who was repairing the book to him by himself, and sent troops to Puzhou without hesitation, and because of his own letter, Li Keyong, who resolutely returned to Hedong without complaint, died like this, but on the way back to Hedong, he was poisoned by Zhu Wen, I, Duan Mingyu, I can't escape the blame......

He is one of the few people in the world who attaches great importance to intelligence, and his intelligence network has long been silently spread all over the world, but now this information is belated, not so much that Duan Mingyu is reprimanding them, it is better to say that he is venting his anger and remorse.

Gongzi actually cried, Feng Yuanwai and a few female ** were taken aback, and Duan Gongzi, who was speechless with a few reprimands, was the prince of the dynasty, and the son who held military power burst into tears.

There is a large pier in Bashang (White Deer Plain). Behind the wide dock area are huge granaries, which stand on this plateau. It is like a giant standing up to the sky, and under the plateau, there is an endless fertile field.

Bashang is located at the confluence of Bashui and Weishui, and the people here rely on water for food.

When a flood is overflowing, it can swallow everything you have in an instant, your life, your loved ones, your home, your city, but human beings cannot survive without it. So, even if it occasionally loses its temper, humans still follow in its footsteps, rely on it, and rely on it.

Chang'an, Luoyang, Daliang, Yecheng, Yangzhou, Jingkou...... These prosperous cities and big fus all rely on the banks of the big rivers, even if they are small villages, they must live next to the river. The Yellow River flows through the Daimyo, so the goods of Jianghuai and Fujian and Shu are not far away from here, the Yellow River is diverted to the south, and the Daimyo is instantly defeated.

Bashang Wharf thrives on water transportation, and the main goods transported by water here are grain.

Guanzhong is an important grain producing area, but its output is not enough to supply the food needs of Chang'an City. The Chang'an garrison, the officials who stayed behind to accompany the capital, the scholars who traveled to and fro, the servants of the wealthy families and wealthy families gathered here, the students of the Guozijian and Taixue, and a large number of monks who did not produce in Buddhist temples, nunnery temples, and Taoist temples......

Chang'an also had a population of 700,000, of whom 300,000 were not peasants, and these people needed nearly 6 million stone for a year's ration, not counting the miscellaneous grain needed by the garrison's horses. And how much food can Guanzhong provide to this thousand-year-old capital?

After deducting the feudal fields of the princes and dukes, the office fields of the Beijing officials, the fields of the public offices, the fields of the gods, and the Buddha fields of the Taoist temples, the grain output in Guanzhong is about 3 million stone a year, and after deducting the tax grain of Chang'an Jingcang for the people's own use, the maximum is 2 million stones, and nearly 4 million stone of grain needs to be transported from other places every year, so the throughput here is quite huge every rì per night.