All soldiers and horses, grain and grass consumption is huge, 100,000 troops and 10,000 war horses, a month's grain and straw, need 400,000 people to transport, so the service is no longer registered, the grain is not three years, all in the local use.

The Wangzhou army is hoarding here because there is a "Jiahe warehouse" in Wangzhou.

The rice of the northwest states is transferred from here to the granary of Kyoto, so the granary is built very large, there are 100 warehouses inside, each of which can store 2,000 stone of grain, and the grain of Wangzhou is also rich in years.

During the autumn harvest last year, there were even tabloid rumors that Jiahe Cang dug a grain cellar again, and a total of nearly 360,000 stones of rice were stored.

The people were surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, but they were silent, quietly looking at the two square tables outside the yamen.

A table was full of account books that Huang Yunshu had read, he finished reading the last one, buried his head and calculated for a long time, and finally wrote down a string of totals and handed them to Cheng Taishan.

He didn't dare to give Mo Lingfeng in person, Mo Lingfeng's killing methods were terrifying, and he couldn't bear the evil aura on her.

Cheng Taishan handed the paper to Mo Lingfeng, who was sitting in the chair of the Taishi on the right, Mo Lingfeng glanced at it, and saw that it listed the total amount of grain and rice, the total number of military rations escorted by the imperial court, and the entire warehouse should still have 110,000 stones of remaining chestnuts, rice, and adzuki beans.

She put down the paper: "Open the position and count." ”

Nomad Qing decisively stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of "Jiahe Cang".

The Mo family army bee chrysalis entered, opened the grain cellar, counted the inscription bricks engraved with the origin of the grain, and counted and inspected the grain against the inscription bricks.

Half of the people counted the quantity, the other half checked the grain, each cellar under the nine-hole bamboo pole, went deep into the cellar, took the grain up, put it into the bamboo bucket, and handed it to Mo Lingfeng together with the content of the transcribed inscription bricks.

The inventory was very fast, and the twenty cellars of grain that should have been full of grain were only eleven cellars, a full half of them were missing, and the inscription bricks became ornaments, Xiao Dou stepped forward with the number in his hand, and "hummed" to announce, Mo Lingfeng grabbed the two-folded horsewhip and knocked it on the table: "Be louder." ”

Xiao Dou immediately straightened his waist, and his voice was like a bell: "There are 58,961 stones of grain in the grain cellar, and 51,039 stones are owed!" ”

The loud voice was like a stormy wave, stirring the people in it into darkness, and the onlookers were also horrified, and the silent scene was suddenly in an uproar, and the people turned their heads and ears to each other, and passed the news in a hurry.

Mo Lingfeng didn't look at the warehouse manager, only looked at the transfer envoy, Cheng Taishan took a step forward, walked to Li Zhuan, and said kindly: "Brother Qunhe, we are also familiar with each other, I will say it directly, where did the grain in the middle go?" ”

Li Qunhe sneered, and a mouthful of "phew" spat sprayed on Cheng Taishan's face: "Rebel and thief!" Butcher! The grain of the court and the grain of the people, you are also worthy to ask? ”

He turned his head and shouted to the people: "Throughout the ages, traitors have no virtue, attack and slaughter, kill men and women, have no chickens and dogs, rob grain and treasures, and leave no grass!" Don't be fooled by the thief, and be caught! ”

With that, he rushed to the side of the soldier and reached out for the knife, but the soldier twisted his arm and pressed him to the ground.

Cheng Taishan squatted decisively, tore off a sleeve, and quickly stuffed it into Li Qunhe's mouth, blocking his anger, and at the same time, he was angry, stood up, and crushed him on his feet.

There was silence all around.

The onlookers were terrified and kept retreating.

The corpses were pillow behind them, enough to fill the warehouse, and in the depths of the streets, there were corpses everywhere, and the bloody gas came up again, piling up, covering up the smell of moldy ash that gushed out when the warehouse was opened.

Mo Lingfeng got up, grabbed the horsewhip and walked to Li Qunhe, the soldiers tied his hands and feet, and his whole body was already lying on the ground, still holding his head high and glaring angrily.

She stretched out her foot, stepped on Li Qunhe's back, and said indifferently: "At first glance, you are a loyal martyr. ”

She crushed down hard, and the crushed Li Qunhe cocked his two ends like a flat shoulder: "Since you are brave and loyal, why doesn't Ayara have blood on her body?" With Chu Bao in his heart, when the city is broken, why don't you sacrifice your life for the country? ”

She swept her cold eyes to the officials: "The people who surrendered their hands dared to mention the word loyalty, it was nothing more than seeing that the greed for food and grass was exposed, and they wanted to be Huainan chickens and dogs but couldn't, and they were annoyed and angry!" ”

Li Qunhe whimpered, as if he had something to say.

Mo Lingfeng lifted the knife and inserted a knife into Li Qunhe's back, Huang Yunshu subconsciously closed his eyes and avoided this scene, Li Qunhe struggled for a moment, blood spilled out from the knife, and soon blood with bubbles gushed out of his mouth, and finally a large stream of blood flowed out of his mouth and condensed under him.

The officials were like chaff, and the people were even more chilled, not daring to retreat, not daring to shout, standing in place, with their mouths open and not daring to move.

Mo Lingfeng pulled out his knife and handed it to the soldiers beside him, his eyes shot out of Danfeng's eyes, glanced at the officials and people, and slowly walked back to the table and sat down: "Why do you owe so much food, who will say?" ”

Everyone was silent.

The body was dragged out, Cheng Taishan stepped on a pool of blood, and looked at the warehouse chief standing at the front: "You are the warehouse chief, you must know the reason, let's say it." ”

The warehouse chief's legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop", swallowing a mouthful of saliva: "Yes, Xia Guan Qing is clear, clear."

He stretched out his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead: "The number of official goods in the account and the thin calendar has always been different from the warehouse, the states have sent grain and rice, and there are additional consumption, noodles, heavy urging, and missing reminders in the account, but in fact it is not the actual number of a liter of consumption, and there is a slight difference at the end of the account, and the army is stationed here, and there are often soldiers who are deceived and robbed. So"

He wanted to say that he owed a huge amount of money in this way, but when he saw the blood stains that spread to the palm of his hand, he instantly changed his words: "This is one of them, and the second is that when the new warehouse is moved this year, the two-year old grain will be collected, and the prefect of Jin, Li Zhuan, and Qi Tong will be sentenced to cooperate in the collection, but the Sinong Temple is complicated, and it is often for many months. ”

Cheng Taishan asked: "Where is the cashier?" ”

The warehouse manager whispered, "No." ”

Mo Leaf knocked on the table: "What? ”

The warehouse manager shuddered and raised his voice: "It has always been that they make a profit and then give the cashier!" ”

Cheng Taishan looked at Zhizhou and Tongju, and sneered: "It turns out that the two of them are still doing business, high!" ”

There was hatred in the eyes of the people.

Nomad Muqing held three bamboo lifting cylinders in both hands, stepped out of the threshold of the government office, and put them on the table, Mo Lingfeng grabbed a handful of rice, the rice grains were gray, yellow, and moth-eaten grains, there were many broken rice, and the whole rice was less, and some of them were even red.

The same is true for soybeans and chestnuts, and the yellow tofu is the most bad, just moving from the grain cellar to the bamboo lifting tube, there are already maggots crawling out of it, climbing to the edge of the lifting cylinder, and falling on the table.

Mo Lingfeng dumped the liter of soybeans to the ground: "The warehouse manager's words are untrue, the granary is more than two years old grain, why is the new grain missing, and the old grain is here?" ”

The head of the warehouse replied: "It was reported that the book was out of the old rice, but in fact, it took away the new grain." ”

"Evil as a wolf!" Huang Yunshu couldn't help but open his eyes and scolded bitterly. (End of chapter)