At the Gannan Provincial Grain Fair, all major grain merchants gathered together, and the first one was an official wearing the official uniform of the Chu State.

"Lord Feng, when Lord Qincha heard that the food was urgent, was he already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot?"

"Hahaha, the old man has already received the news, and the grain from the imperial court will not arrive in two days at the earliest. In these two days, it is enough for us to raise the price tenfold! ”

"Elder Rong's news has always been reliable. As long as it is early tomorrow morning, the people of the government will not be able to give food to the victims, let alone ten times, even if it is dozens of times, presumably someone will come to buy it. What can be more important than life? ”

Several grain merchants chatted about the rise in grain prices, and finally someone noticed that Master Feng hadn't said a word yet, and asked suspiciously: "Huh? Master Feng, why didn't you say a word? Rest assured, your share is indispensable! ”

Feng Weiji frowned and said, "Elder Rong can really be sure that the relief food from the imperial court will not arrive until two days later?" ”

"Is it possible that Lord Feng is still suspicious of the words of the old decay? The old son was just promoted to the first-class staff of the Zhenguo Mansion not long ago! ”

Na Rong said that his face was a little proud.

The grain merchants present flattered one after another: "I see, no wonder Rong Lao's news is so accurate every time." ”

"Young Master Rong is really a young talent!"

But Feng Weiji's face was a little ugly, originally as his Gannan Dao Taishou, he had always regarded these grain merchants in front of him as his tools to collect money, but he didn't expect that a young man Rong would suddenly appear now.

It's a staff member, but you have to see whose staff it is. As the saying goes, there are seven officials in front of the prime minister's door. Now that the public power of Zhenguo is tilted towards the government and the opposition, since Gongzi Rong is a first-class staff, every move has to make Feng Weiji think a lot.

Could it be that Zhen Guogong also took a fancy to the food windfall brought by the floods in Gannan Province?

Feng Weiji hesitated slightly, and said, "But this official has heard that Lord Naqincha has already raised food. ”

"I don't know where Lord Feng heard it, is it more reliable than the news of the Zhenguo Mansion?"

There was a slight disdain on the face of the old man, the so-called collusion between officials and businessmen, in the past, they needed to be taken care of by the government, and they were not less oppressed by Feng Weiji, but now that his son is leaning on the big tree of Zhenguo Gong, he naturally has to raise his eyebrows.

Feng Weiji has been dealing with this group of grain merchants for many years, where does he not know the temperament of these people?

Sure enough, after Rong Lao moved out of the name of the Zhenguo Mansion, all the grain merchants seemed to have found the backbone, and they patted their ass one after another, looking at the old man Rong with the head of the horse, which made the old man so unhappy.

On the other hand, Feng Weiji seemed to be transparent all of a sudden.

"This official has his own sources, if you don't believe it, you will know tomorrow when you give porridge."

With that, Feng Weiji got up and left, leaving all the grain merchants looking at each other.

"Elder Rong, what do you say we should do now?"

One asked.

Rong Lao said with confidence: "What are you afraid of? Could it be that the news of the Zhenguo Mansion will be false? When the court has nothing to do tomorrow, we will make a lot of money, and we are worried that he Feng Weiji will not come up and beg us for a piece of the pie? But when the time comes, it's not what he Feng Weiji can do if he wants. ”

None of the people present were stupid, obviously this Rong Lao wanted to rely on the relationship of the Zhenguo Mansion to kick Feng Weiji out of this circle of interests, and he echoed it on his face, but he had his own calculations in his heart.

"Do you want to mention today's food prices again?" Another asked.

Everyone looked at Rong Lao, and Rong Lao replied, "Why don't you mention it?" The higher, the better! ”

This is the end of a discussion that has made a lot of money.

And Feng Weiji has returned to the mansion at this time, walked to the study, and after sending off the people, he took down a landscape painting on the wall, and the place where the painting was originally placed, revealing a dark grid, Feng Weiji put his hand into the dark grid to turn the mechanism, and a passage appeared on the ground in the northeast corner of the study.

Feng Weiji put the painting back in place and entered the passage, and after a few moments the ground returned to its original state.

About an hour later, Feng Weiji appeared in the study again, summoned a confidant, whispered a few words, and then picked up a book and read it.

Before dawn the next day, the porridge shack on Gannan Road was crowded with victims who had come to receive the porridge.

"I heard that the grain from the imperial court can't be delivered, can there still be porridge today?"

"What? Is the court going to give up on us? ”

"The flood washed my house, my mother has nothing to eat for two days, if I can't get porridge today, my mother will starve to death!"

A simple man, but now he is crying in public.

"If you have money, go buy some rice!"

"Those profiteers are truly hateful! Now a bucket of rice costs ten taels of silver, who can afford it! ”

"Who's to say it isn't? But what if the court doesn't care about us? ”

"If I really get to that point, I'll go and grab food! If I can't grab it, I'll rebel! "The honest man has no master, and he even said the words of rebellion.

Seeing this, the people around them were silent, and they didn't dare to say much to this man, but in their minds, the man's previous words kept echoing.

If the court doesn't give grain, the grain merchant is so hateful, kill the grain merchant Gu Ran has grain, but will the court let himself go?

The answer is obviously no, but is it just waiting to die?

Horizontal and vertical are all one death, why not the opposite?

Seeing that no one around him paid attention to him, the honest man wiped his tears and squatted on the ground with his head covered with his expression desperate.

The people around are disaster victims, and no one is much better than the other. Who doesn't have a wife? And who doesn't have a child waiting to be fed?

Seeing that the sky was almost bright, and the officers and soldiers who had not yet seen the soup kitchen, they all became desperate.

One of the victims was unsure: "Could it be that the imperial court really abandoned us?!" ”

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, and the crowd is immediately excited.

"Let's go, let's go to the government and seek justice!"

Someone raised their arms and shouted.

Those who can stand in front of the queue are all young and middle-aged people who still have some strength, and as for the old and weak women and children, they have long been pushed aside, and since someone has taken the lead, those men have responded one after another.

Everyone pinned their hopes on the government's relief food, so that no one thought about the consequences of this move.

However, when the victims of the disaster leaned towards the official mansion, the honest man who said that he was going to rebel took advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention, so he quietly left the team of the victims and walked to Feng Weiji's mansion instead.

In the mansion, Su Qingyu was sitting upright wiping his sword, and next to him stood the civil official who reported the lack of food.

"Lord Qincha, didn't the imperial court transport the relief grain? Why don't you let the soup kitchen team go to the soup kitchen? If it drags on a little longer, the victims will be in trouble! If something happens at that time......"

Speaking of which, the civil official was slammed, and the Great Khan looked at Su Qingyu and said, "My lord, could it be that the relief food from the imperial court has not been delivered, right?!" ”