The night shrouded like a blue-gray net.

“…… Good man. "Walking out of the inn, I met my own carriage head-on, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door.

"I heard that Commander Fu summoned the uncle?" Jumping out of the carriage, Yang Shantang walked into the inn without stopping, his dark blue silk satin robe carried by the wind, "How are you talking, is there hope?" ”

Shake your head with the wind.

"When I came back from the inn, the uncle locked himself in the house, and no one saw him all afternoon......"

Yang Shantang stood up.

Sui Feng almost hit him, and hurriedly gathered his feet and stopped, "Good master stood still and didn't say a word......

Yang Shantang turned around slowly.

"The right to supply grain was taken away by the Shen family?" The voice was slow and steady, with a tremor that he hadn't even noticed.

Seeing that Yang Shantang's face was pale, his expression tightened with the wind, and he subconsciously shook his head, "I don't know, Uncle didn't say anything." ”

As soon as he turned around, Yang Shantang stomped up to the second floor.

"Uncle is in the house, why don't you light the lamp?" Pushing the door into the house, there was a black hole in front of him, and he was about to turn around and call someone, when he saw a white figure sitting in the dark, he subconsciously closed his mouth.

Suddenly, the wood carved clay sculpture, and the shadow in the darkness did not move.

The rustle of the leaky pot in the corner of the house was exceptionally clear, and the room was as silent as death.

Yang Shantang heard his heart pounding.

After a little hesitation, he stubbornly lit the two long candles on the table of the Eight Immortals carved from the catalpa wood.

Under the dim candlelight, Yang Ziqian's face was pale, his eyes closed, and he leaned on the back of the black catalpa carved red Passion Lotus Taishi chair. It's like falling asleep.

But Yang Shantang knew that he hadn't slept.

He hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "As soon as I heard that Commander Fu summoned the uncle. The slave hurried here from Liuhe Town, how did the uncle talk to him? ”

The air was very quiet, and just when Yang Shantang wanted to quietly withdraw, a strange sound of vicissitudes sounded in his ears.

Commander Fu said that the information that the north could fight for seven or eight years was a rumor that he had released at Shen Huaiyu's request...... He said that with the great reputation and extraordinary wisdom of the Seven Princes, it will be as little as half a year. A maximum of a year to expel the Tartars! ”

How so?

If it is really just a year's right to provide food, won't it become a laughing stock for them to fight for it with all their money?

He would rather lose more than 100,000 taels and get the right to supply grain, because his uncle has taken a fancy to the income in the next seven or eight years!

And now...... Shall they not go bankrupt?

Yang Shantang's body shook. Narrowly missed.

"News of the battle was spread from the north, and since the contact between the two armies, the army of the Seven Princes has been defeated and retreated one after another...... How could this situation end in a year? He looked at Yang Ziqian with great reluctance.

The soldiers are real and false, who knows if this will be the strategy of the scheming Seven Princes again?

There was no answer. Yang Ziqian still had his eyes closed.

Yang Shantang felt that his legs were weak. Patches of white Venus flashed in front of me.

He supported the Catalpa carved Eight Immortals table behind him with his hand, "...... Shen Huaiyu had been collecting grain when he was alive, and the 800,000 taels invested in advance were all personally transferred by him from various industries of the Shen family. "That posture is also to devote all family resources to fight for this right to provide food.

There is no such thing as a falsehood!

“…… That's why I'm willing to go into the urn. Yang Ziqian slowly opened his eyes and sneered self-deprecatingly.

The head buzzed, for a moment. Yang Shantang found that the reason he came up with was so pale.

Commander Fu also said. At the beginning, Shen Huaiyu personally promised that no matter how the price of grain rose, he would sell it to the army at a price of one or two stones......" Yang Ziqian's voice was faint, and there was a kind of indescribable decadence.

A kind of decadence that suddenly found that he thought he was the pride of the sky and was suddenly thrown off by someone.

"One tael of silver and two stones?" Yang Shantang's face turned from white to red, and then to purple red, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped up, "...... How can it be?! He added, "The slave has been staring, before Shen Huaiyu died, the Shen family's cost of hoarding grain had already exceeded one or two per stone!" ”

Give it to the military at this price, don't you pay for peeing your pants!

Yang Ziqian's eyes were also full of confusion.

"Shen Huaiyu has always had a unique vision, I don't believe he can't see today's situation, he is the most credible in business, and if he agrees to Commander Fu, he will definitely be able to do it!" He suddenly sat up straight, "I'll calculate and calculate, you're right, before he died, the Shen family's cost of hoarding grain had already exceeded one or two per stone!" You say......" he looked straight at Yang Shantang, "...... Where did he get the confidence that he could sell for such a low price? ”

"This ......"

Yang Shantang shook his head.

Secretly said, "Shen Huaiyu has always acted unpredictable, you can't guess his scheming, where can I guess?" ”

didn't expect him to answer, Yang Ziqian looked up at Ruyi Sixi Cloud Head Pattern Chengchen was stunned.

Rumor mongering...... Raising food prices...... The Yang family entered the game...... It turned out that he planned it all by himself!

It's just that how does he want to end up?

The light and shadow overlapped, and he recalled over and over again in his mind all the actions of Shen Huaiyu when he lured him into the game.

"What the uncle is saying is, where did he get his faith? If he can know his plans before his death, the uncle can use his own way to govern his body, and counter the Shen family in a similar way......" muttering to himself, Yang Shantang's voice suddenly paused, "By the way, the uncle still can't remember......"

What?

Yang Ziqian turned his head.

"When you went to Nanzhou Zhuang's house to discuss your relatives, you mentioned Shen Huaiyu's violent death, and Mrs. Zhuang also said regretfully that he had been to Nanzhou before his death, and invited several famous grain households through the Shen family's aunt, intending to receive Nanzhou's grain...... Could he be thinking ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ziqian shook his head.

"There is a Wuyun Gorge moat across the two provinces...... unless there is a detour from the territory of Ningsu, but the detour is not only a long distance, because there are often bandits in that area, the dart fee and freight are ridiculously expensive, the freight to the ground, not only the price is doubled, I am afraid that the hair has also grown several feet, otherwise the price of grain in Tanxi will not soar, and Nanzhou, which is separated by a river, has not risen at all, "Nanzhou's grain cannot be transported into ......" The voice suddenly stopped.

Shen Huaiyu died in the Twin Rivers downstream of the Wuyun Gorge moat!

Inspiration flashed, what was about to come out of Yang Ziqian's mind......

******

Unlike the sluggish atmosphere of the Silver Spring Inn where Yang Ziqian stayed, the Shen Mansion was brightly lit.

Looking forward to it.

Everyone is waiting for the good news from the eldest master.

“…… The second wife personally found the eldest lady and begged her to persuade the old lady not to insist on buying any life expectancy, this is too ridiculous, where to put the face of being a child? After waiting for Zhao Qing to take a bath, Xia Zhu wiped her black hair, and chattered about the movements of each courtyard, "The eldest lady didn't say anything, she looked like she was following the old lady's own convenience, and the second lady was scared of something......."

She was waiting for the "good news" of the old man to come back, and the old lady would naturally give up this ridiculous act.

Zhao Qing sneered in his heart. (To be continued......)