"Then how dare Yan Song Lao'er do this?" A white and chubby reader asked suspiciously. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Now that the New Year is approaching, if the capital is full of disaster victims, wouldn't it mean that Yan Song's Shoufu did a bad job?" An older scholar explained: "The Son of Heaven is in a deep arch, and he doesn't want to be deceived by traitors!" ”

"Now that the weather is getting colder and colder day by day, the prefect refuses to let the victims into the city, but only opens some porridge factories to provide relief, but it is a drop in the bucket." The fat scholar from before said helplessly.

"My Yangzhou City is the world's first-class prosperity, and the rich families in the city don't know how many, so why don't we come to the door to petition. No matter how much grain, rice and property are donated, it is always a tower of sand, which solves the urgent needs of tens of thousands of victims! A reader with a folding fan in his hand said loudly.

Hearing this, Yang Guang has almost understood what happened, the Ming Dynasty transportation was not as developed as modern time and space, from the southeast of the mountain to Huaiyang, the road is far away and there is no food, I am afraid that there will be no one in ten people who come to the city of Yangzhou. With so many hungry and crazy people living outside the city, I am afraid that few people will be able to sleep well at night, and if we are not careful, it may cause a catastrophe.

Although he didn't see the appearance of the victims with his own eyes, Yang Guang could somewhat imagine their miserable situation, and his first thought was to immediately return to modern time and space to buy rice for emergency relief, but not to mention that because of the power of the space-time gate, at least it was delayed for more than a month, and it was simply far away and could not quench his thirst.

Even if Yang Guangzhen could get enough supplies for disaster relief immediately, how could he guarantee that so many supplies would be sent to those victims one by one if he was alone?

Mobilizing so many rice and cloth in a short period of time, these were relatively sensitive materials in ancient times, but Yang Guang's origin is unknown, but I am afraid that what he will face at that time is not the disaster victims, but the Jinyi Guard or the government's arrest.

After finding that he didn't seem to be able to do anything, Yang Guang shook his head a little decadently, picked up the tea bowl and drank it all, what he hoped most now was that those scholars just now could really say that the rich families in the city could really contribute money and food for disaster relief, so that he could do a little bit of his part.

Coming out of the teahouse, Yang Guang was in a very bad mood, he wanted to find someone to clean up, but now he simply gave up, and after going back, he casually got the room where he lived, took out the big wooden box with silver ingots in the space-time door, lay on the bed and thought about his thoughts, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day, Yang Guang himself hired a carriage to load the six large wooden boxes containing silver ingots, and went to the general number of the Chase number, ready to be exchanged for silver tickets for easy carrying.

Perhaps because of the victims, the number of guards at the door of each ticket number has increased significantly compared with before, and when Yang Guang's carriage stopped in front of the main store of the Datong ticket number, there were seven or eight guards scattered to greet him, all of them with the appearance of facing a great enemy.

Yang Guang stepped down from the carriage and greeted the guards to hurry over and carry the boxes. This time, the wooden boxes he used to hold silver ingots were all custom-made, although they were not of any style, but they were thick and strong, and each wooden box contained a full 50 kilograms of silver ingots, and it was really difficult for a strong man to move them, and the guards had to lift the wooden boxes in pairs and go to the store.

When the head of the guard on duty saw the big patron coming to the door, his attitude was naturally extremely respectful, and he cautiously accompanied Yang Guang to talk. Soon the shopkeeper of the Chase number Wu came out when he heard the news, although he had only met once before, but the shopkeeper Wu still recognized Yang Guang on the spot: "It turned out that it was a big driver from outside, and I missed the welcome, forgive the sin, forgive the sin!" ”

Shopkeeper Wu has been in this line for more than ten years, and he can judge at a glance that the weight of the silver ingots in the six large wooden boxes is around 8,000 taels.

As for the words that Yang Guang had said before that he was an old man in the countryside who had never seen the world, fortunately, no one else heard it, so he was naturally eaten back by Shopkeeper Wu.

This is the same as the future of the bank, no matter how much a single VIP customer deposits, the total deposits of the entire bank are only insignificant, but which bank manager is not allowed to treat these big customers as ancestors, and they have to call to ask for warmth when they have nothing to do on weekdays, and that attitude is much more respectful than to their father.

Sitting in the richly decorated chamber, Yang Guang played with the delicate and warm tea bowl in his hand, compared to the previous big road goods, this thing is likely to be an antique from the previous dynasty, but it is a pity that his 6 first-order spell bits seem to be a lot, but they all remember the spells that may be used, and there is no place for identification, otherwise you can see the origin of this thing.

Seeing that Yang Guang liked this set of utensils very much, the shopkeeper Wu complimented him a few words, saying that Yang Guang's eyes were like torches, and he could see at a glance that this was the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, and he also took the initiative to give a set to Yang Guang.

Yang Guang smiled and declined, if he was thirsty, he preferred to drink a large cup of boiled water instead of competing with a small bowl of hot tea, it was completely useless.

Bringing back wood from the Ming Dynasty, the wood did not age immediately, but became the appearance of being stored for hundreds of years, obviously these are two parallel spaces, not back to real antiquity.

In this case, even if this set of Song Dynasty official kilns is taken back, there is a time difference of several hundred years, and it can only be treated as a fake, and there is no way to cash out, so it is better to leave it to those who really like it.

Because the number of silver ingots brought is more, so the inventory time has become longer, in the waiting time, Yang Guang chatted with the shopkeeper Wu without a word, and then he knew why the guards at the door had a kind of performance like a great enemy, it turned out that the semicolon of a certain ticket number in this city was looted by a group of black-clothed people a few days ago, and the total amount of silver and silver tickets was robbed exceeded 20,000 taels.

After gossiping, the account office brought up the silver tickets and broken silver, and Yang Guang put these things away, and left. This time, the shopkeeper Wu personally sent him out of the door, and after helping Yang Guang to get into the carriage, he watched him go away with a smile.

When Yang Guang was chatting with the shopkeeper Wu over tea, a guard who had moved a large wooden box suddenly covered his stomach and asked the leader for leave, and after being allowed to leave, he quickly changed his clothes in the alley, looking like a businessman doing business, and no longer looked like a martial artist before.

When Yang Guang left in the carriage, the makeup-made guard hung far behind, watching Yang Guang's every move, and followed him to the courtyard rented by Yang Guang.

In the dead of night, several men in black quietly walked out of their hiding places, climbed the fence with hooks and other objects, and turned over and jumped into the courtyard.