Chapter 572: Talent

The master's words made Wang Xianggao blow his beard and stare at him angrily, thinking that this Song Jing's courage was too great, not only did he not think about the court in the year of the catastrophe, but also raised the price of rice without authorization, accepted bribes and solicited bribes, and made it difficult for the country to make money, such a person would not be able to cut off his head a hundred times. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The king roared at Gao, "Bring the rice merchant." ā€

After a while, an obese rice merchant was pushed to kneel in front of Wang Xianggao, and he trembled in fright and said, "My lord, the grass people are guilty, but it's not all the grass people's fault. Yin County issued an announcement saying that the price of rice was allowed to rise here, and of course I, as a businessman, wanted to sell it at a high price, so I came. As for giving a gift to that adult, it was not my will, it was the adult who sent someone to ask for it, so I had to ......"

"Get out! Get lost! Wang Xianggao didn't wait for the rice merchant to finish speaking, and scolded him away.

Immediately, Wang Xianggao asked Master Yinxian: "How many bribes have you received from rice merchants, do you have accounts?" ā€

The master replied: "Back to the master, all the accounts are there." ā€

Wang Xianggao ordered Song Jing and his master to be escorted back to the Yinxian County Office, where they were to be tried and reported to the imperial court for execution.

The city gate is some distance from the county government, and when Wang Xianggao led a group of people to pass by a market, it was crowded with people, and the sound of singing and bursts of applause could be heard not far from the downtown area. In the year of the catastrophe, other counties in Hangzhou were starving and desolate, but Yin County was not only prosperous in the market, but also singing. Wang Xianggao came to the singing place full of doubts, and the people watching the play in front of the stage saw that there were officials and people coming, and they were about to disperse, Wang Xianggao shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Wang Xianggao, the assassin of Hangzhou, and I have come to inspect the disaster in the local area, so you don't need to panic." ā€

When Wang Xianggao was speaking, the common people had already seen that their county commander Song Jing was tied up and escorted, and they all gathered around, knelt down and pleaded: "My lord, why do you tie up Song County's order, he is a good official." ā€

Wang Xianggao told Song Jing about raising the price of rice and accepting bribes without authorization, and suddenly an old woman came to Wang Xianggao and said loudly: "You are not right, dare to ask your lord, in this year of disaster, which county in Hangzhou is not a market depression?" If you look at our Yin County again, there is plenty of rice and grain, the market is prosperous, and no one starves to death. Whose credit is this? It's Song County's! May I ask my lord, what is the crime of our Song County Order? The old woman's words drew applause.

Wang Xianggao was speechless, the old woman was right, there was indeed no sign of disaster in Yinxian County. He was silent for a moment and then said to the onlookers: "I will investigate well and give you an explanation." Please rest assured that the imperial court will not wronged a good official, nor will it let go of a corrupt official. ā€

When he came to the county government of Yinxian County, Wang Xianggao openly tried Song Jing. In court, Wang Xianggao asked Song Jing why he ignored the imperial court's holy orders and raised the price of rice.

Song Jing said with a serious expression: "My lord, if the rice price policy stipulated by the imperial court is implemented, Yin County, like other counties, will starve to death. If the price of rice is not liberalized, which rice merchant is willing to sell rice? ā€

"Can ordinary people afford such a high price of rice?"

"Adults don't know that Jiangnan has always been rich, not only rich in fish and rice, but also very developed in commerce, and ordinary people have a small amount of savings for decades. In a famine year, all people need is food, and although the price of rice is high, if you save a little, you can last for a year and a half. For those whose families are poor and cannot afford to buy food, I will give them money and material assistance. ā€

Song Jing asked the master to bring the rescue list and present it to Wang Xianggao.

The aid roster not only records in detail the name, address, and family size of the recipient, but also has the red handprint of the recipient.

After Wang Xianggao finished looking at it, his tone eased and asked, "Where does the money for the rescue come from?" ā€

"My lord didn't know that after those rice merchants made a fortune, they all cheered and sent me Song Jing money. If I refused, they would be terrified, so I took it, registered it and distributed it to the poor who could not afford to buy food. ā€

Song Jing asked the master to bring the roster of receiving rice and silver. Wang Xianggao compared the two rosters, and one received one, and the score was exactly the same.

Only then did Wang Xianggao discover Song Jing's cleverness, and it was not easy for him to govern Yin County so well in the year of the catastrophe. Not only did he not cure Song Jing's crimes, but instead reported Yinxian's practices to the imperial court and asked the imperial court to reward Song Jing. He even asked Song Jing for advice on how to deal with the disaster in Hangzhou next.

Song Jing suggested that the price of rice in Hangzhou should be completely liberalized, saying that the price of rice would rise steadily at the beginning, but within three months, the price of rice would fall back to about 1,500 wen a stone. According to Song Jing's intentions, Wang Xianggao ordered all parts of Jiangnan to liberalize grain prices, and the price of rice suddenly rushed to 3,500 wen per stone. After hearing the news, rice merchants from all over the country continued to sell rice to Jiangnan. There was plenty of rice in the market in Jiangnan, and there was a situation of oversupply, and in less than three months, the price of rice really fell back to 1,500 wen a stone.

The people of Jiangnan finally got through the difficulties, but the Hangzhou government was facing new problems, the Longyou area was short of rice and grain due to the drought, and the imperial court ordered support from all over the country.

Song Jing gave Wang Xianggao another idea, asking him to immediately make an announcement to buy rice at a price of 1,000 wen per stone.

Rice is 1,000 yuan and 1 stone, are rice merchants willing to sell it? Wang Xianggao was skeptical, but Song Jing said confidently: "My lord doesn't know, the price of rice here soared a while ago, and merchants from all over the country have sold rice to our Jiangnan and made enough money. I calculated, a thousand wen and one stone, and the rice merchant has already preserved the capital. ā€

Wang Xianggao adopted Song Jing's suggestion and purchased a large amount of rice and grain for 1,000 wen and one stone, and shipped it to the Longyou area, where he was rewarded by the imperial court. Song Jing also became famous because of this, and was transferred to Lantian as a county magistrate.

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Zhang Bao'er listened, her eyes lit up, it seems that this Song Jing is a talent.

"Song County Order, I will go to Zhongnan Mountain in the next few days, and when I finish my business, I will come to the county office, and I will give you a big gift then!"

"A big gift?"

Zhang Bao'er smiled: "You'll know then, but I still have something to ask Song County to order!" ā€

"Lord Zhang, please speak, as long as you can do it, the lower officials will go all out!"

"I'm going to investigate a case, but I can't reveal my identity, so I want to ask for a county magistrate's waist card from the county magistrate!"

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The green hills on Zhongnan Mountain are stacked on top of each other, and the valley is full of smoke.

Zhang Baoer and Uncle Hua walked up from the bottom of the mountain, climbing all the way, until they climbed six or seven dangerous slopes, and came to the edge of a cliff. The cliff wall stands thousands of feet, and the opposite side is also a cliff, and between the two cliffs is a stone crack that is more than ten zhang wide and bottomless.