Huang Wenhu's only son, Huang Jin, is the pain in Huang Wenhu's heart.

His young man became a eunuch because of a serious illness, although he had several wives and concubines, but he had never come out, and everyone in Luzhou City knew it.

Because of his physical defects, Huang Jin has always had low self-esteem, so that his personality is cowardly and honest, and it is extremely difficult to receive the three sons from Jiangning in the front hall at this moment.

Zhao Hao was extremely dissatisfied with Huang Jin's excuse that "my father went out the day before yesterday and went to Bianliang, and he had to return in mid-August".

"What kind of clothes and pants will Ling Zun wear when he leaves?"

"How many people are with you, are you taking a waterway or a dry road? What do you want to do for a living? ”

"Since Ling Zun has gone to Bianliang, you are the head of the Huang family, do you know how much rice and grain are sold?"

A series of forced questions made Huang Jin stammer, sweat like rain, and answered for a long time, but he couldn't answer a single reason.

"Since you don't know anything, why do you come out? Why don't you call your father out! Zhao Hao's voice gradually increased.

Huang Jin was forced by Zhao Hao to finally take it anymore, and his tone became tougher: "Son, please go back, my father won't come back until the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

Zhao Hao was stunned, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but the look on his face became humble, and he immediately walked in front of Huang Jin, arched his hand at Huang Jin, and said with a smile: "The contemptible person is a little anxious, and I ask Brother Huang to forgive me, since the old official is not in the mansion, I will wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival to come." ”

Huang Jin was originally an honest man, but seeing that Zhao Hao was soft, he slowly stood up, and laughed: "It's easy to say, it's good to ......."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt grabbed by someone, and then his body rose into the air, a Dapeng spread his wings, and then a goose fell on the flat sand, and was knocked to the ground by Zhao Hao with a thud.

This guy weighs more than 100 pounds, if it weren't for Zhao Hao taking a strong pill (small), even if he suddenly attacked, he might not be able to have this advantage.

In a flash of cold light, Huang Jin was caught off guard, and then fell dizzy again, and before he could react, Zhao Hao had already put a dagger against his throat.

"Tell Huang Wenhu to come out, otherwise this son will kill him with a knife."

In the hall, Zhao Hao, who was originally gentle and elegant, suddenly turned into a werewolf on a moonlit night, with a fierce light in his eyes and a ruthless tone, which caused everyone in the hall to be in an uproar.

"Childe, don't get excited, the old official is indeed not in the mansion." The old butler was well-informed at all, and although he looked frightened, he did not lose his senses.

Zhao Hao sat on Huang Jin's body, the blade of the dagger in his hand was close to Huang Jin's throat, and he turned around and sneered: "Give you a stick of incense, if Huang Wenhu still hasn't arrived, Lao Tzu will kill his son." ”

The old housekeeper is a person who has seen the wind and waves, and he is still in danger, and said in a deep voice: "Childe, don't mess around, you must know that if the petty officials are gone, Childe will not be able to get out of the gate of the Yellow Mansion." ”

Zhao Hao's hand shook, and the sharp dagger cut through Huang Jin's skin, causing Huang Jin to scream in shock, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down, and the hall became more and more chaotic.

Zhao Hao said coldly: "Even if this son kills him, Huang Wenhu dares to hurt a single hair of the Great Song Sect, and the court will punish him!" Acquaintances told Huang Wenhu to get out! ”

The official knew in his heart that he had really met a ruthless person this time, so he had to say, "The son is excited, and the little one will go to report to the old official", and after speaking, he ran out as if he was flying.

At this time, Wang Jue and Xie Yu finally woke up like a dream, looking at Zhao Hao with an incredible look on their faces, and even Zhao Ling was disheveled.

The hall has been crowded into countless house slaves and grain gang thugs, one by one holding sharp knives or holding water and fire sticks, surrounding the entrance of the hall, but after all, they dare not move forward.

"Get out of the way! Zhao Gongzi is a clan relative, how can you be lazy! ”

A voice rang out from the door of the hall.

Zhao Hao let out a long breath.

Old thing, if you don't give you something ruthless, you won't come out.

……

Jiangning City.

Not only is the grain for disaster relief about to be exhausted, but even the people in the city are about to face the point where they can't buy rice and have no rice to cook, and the city is already panicking.

At this time, the grain store headed by the Zheng family began to sell grain.

When the people, as well as the officials responsible for purchasing grain, went to the grain shops to buy grain happily, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The starting price is five and one stone!

It's just morning, it's five times five times by noon, and six times on the second day, and the price continues to rise. If you are too expensive, you can not buy it, trade fairly, and never force you to buy and sell.

But some men rode from the east to the west of the city, and found that all the grain shops were at the same price.

At the gate of Zheng's mansion, there are flying horses shuttling back and forth from time to time, just like a large army fighting, and Zheng's mansion is the command post of the operation.

How much and when...... All the instructions were issued from the Zheng Mansion's Jing Xin Zhai, and all the information was also transmitted to the Zheng Mansion, Jiangning, and even the grain merchants who still had grain in their hands on the entire Jiangnan East Road, all of which were centered on the Zheng family and acted in unison.

By the fifth day, the price of grain had risen to seven stones.

Wang Hanzhi, the prefect of Jiangning, was already white-headed.

There is a shortage of food on Jiangnan East Road, especially in Jiangning Mansion, and the situation in Jiangning City is already critical.

In a city where prices are soaring and materials are scarce, there are still 100,000 victims around, once there is chaos, there will be looting, then smashing and looting, and finally burning and killing the people who rob, he Wang Hanzhi is an unforgivable crime.

In the Jiangning Mansion, officials of all sizes gathered.

"Lord Fuzun, now the price of rice has risen to seven guan, the donation is 120,000 guan, plus the government inventory is 90,000 guan, you can still buy 30,000 stones, mixed with some wild vegetables, you can still let the victims survive a month or two, if it is time later, I am afraid it will rise, I am afraid it will rise to ten...... Jiang Ning said with a restless heart.

The usual price has risen to a high price of six times, so how can he be willing, if he buys high-priced grain with all the money in his hand, what will he do after two months?

Wang Hanzhi's face was pale, and he was silent.

If it weren't for the Zheng family leaning on the queen's big tree, he would have found a way to arrest a few people from the Zheng family and force the Zheng family to comply, but now he can only sigh in vain.

Just when Wang Hanzhi was hesitating, a servant came from outside the door to report: "Lord Qiqi Mansion, Master Xuanjue of Tianxi Temple asks to see." ”

Master Xuanjue? What are you doing here at this time?

Although Wang Hanzhi was confused, Master Xuanjue's reputation in Jiangnan was extremely high, so he had to let the officials pass it on.

After a while, I saw Master Xuanjue wearing a Pilu hat, a brocade red robe, and a nine-ring tin staff, with a dignified appearance, surrounded by several monks, slowly coming.

Seeing Wang Hanzhi, Master Xuanjue first said a Buddha name and saluted forward, Wang Hanzhi did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly returned the salute, asking Master Xuanjue to sit down in the main seat of the hall.

The two chatted for a while, and Wang Hanzhi asked with a smile: "There is a way to go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and the master came this time, I don't know what to advise." ”

In fact, Wang Hanzhi has never been interested in Buddhism, not to mention that he is in a hurry at the moment, and if he participates in Zen theory, he is naturally not in the mood.

"Amitabha, the great water in the south of the Yangtze River, the people are in trouble, and I heard that the Lord of the Mansion is now in a tight supply of grain, how can Tianxi Temple sit idly by, and now it has united with the fellow Buddhists in the south of the Yangtze River to raise 5,000 stones of fasting grain, which will be transported to the government tomorrow."

Master Xuanjue's words gently and slowly, but it was like a Buddha voice from heaven, which made Wang Hanzhi suddenly feel that this master was really kind, compassionate, dignified, and boundless Buddhism.

Although Buddhism at this time was not as prosperous as the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Tang Dynasty, its influence was still very far-reaching.

Seeing off Master Xuanjue, who sent charcoal in the snow and great mercy, Wang Hanzhi's mood also relaxed a little, and at this time, the officials saw that they had temporarily relieved their urgent needs, and they had no special suggestions, and dispersed one after another.

Wang Hanzhi sent everyone away, let out a long breath, thought for a while, and frowned slightly.

With the soaring price of grain, the prices of staple and sideline foods such as vegetables, meat, eggs, and oil have also risen. In the early days of the food shortage, the common people could still rely on the food stored at home to survive, but now that it has been a long time, many families have exhausted it, and sooner or later the entire Jiangning City will be in turmoil, and it is estimated that he, the prefect, will not be able to do it for long.

When he was worried, he saw a staff member leading a person to come in a hurry.

The man looked extremely capable and capable, and after saluting Wang Hanzhi, he respectfully handed over a letter: "Lord Fuzun, the small one is a person from Zhao Mansion, this secret letter is written by the prince himself, so that the small one must be handed over to Lord Fuzun himself." ”

Fire Paint Secret Letter!

Wang Han's heart jumped, and he hurriedly opened the secret letter, and saw that it was indeed Zhao Hao's handwriting. Zhao Hao's calligraphy is not the best in Jiangning, but it is difficult to imitate it.

After a hurried browsing, Wang Hanzhi's face instantly became very exciting.

"Strong men work hard, come to people, reward five times!"