The climate of Duanli is dry and rainless.

During the reign of the third king of Huaiyang, a huge granary was built in the city, called "Wei'e" - although it was not in the forefront of Dahua, it was second only to the "Lanshan Cang" in the royal capital in Huaiyang.

The majestic warehouse is actually not majestic.

It is surrounded by high white walls, and only sparse sentry posts are set up at the front and rear doors.

Inside, there is a flat square 200 meters long and 100 meters wide, slightly above the ground, and covered by rain eaves.

In the early morning, when Hong Fan first found the place, he wondered why there was no strict protection in such a heavy place.

When he climbed over the wall, he understood.

On the square, the grain storage is not so much a warehouse as a cellar.

A circular cylinder-shaped space is excavated from the surface of the earth, ranging from 12 to 8 meters in diameter from large to small, and covered with thick soil.

This is not a place where ordinary people have the ability to steal.

There are twenty-two sealed round cellars.

The twenty-third is empty.

Hong Fan came silently and heard a human voice coming from under the grain cellar.

"The earthen walls have been roasted through the fire and then cooled, and there are no cracks, and the cellar is finished."

In the deepest part of more than ten meters, an old craftsman with gray hair was explaining to the two apprentices.

"Spread the grass and wood ash at the bottom, at least one hand thick, and then lay the planks."

"There is a compartment on the plank—two layers of mats, and a layer of chaff in between—I taught you before."

He stepped on the broken carbon and bent down to geek.

"The same goes for the cellar walls."

"When the compartment is fully laid and compacted, fill the middle with grain until it is full."

"Finally, cover the top with straw mats and rice bran, and seal two feet of soil - if you are experienced in kung fu, it is said that the grain storage will not be bad for ten years!"

After the master finished speaking, he rubbed off the carbon black on the soles of his feet and went up the ladder to the ground.

At this time, he remembered something and instructed the apprentices in the cellar.

"Don't forget, the cellar that won't be sealed in a few years will have to plant a small tree in the sealed soil!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young voice behind him asked.

"What do you do when you plant a little tree?"

"Haven't you said it several times? If the grain sprouts or deteriorates, it will heat up, and the tree will turn yellow as soon as the temperature rises......"

Halfway through his words, the master's heart skipped a beat and he reacted.

"No, who are you?"

As soon as he turned around, he was clasped by his shoulders like five pincers, and he couldn't move.

With this strength alone, the old man knew that he had met a strong man.

When the two disciples heard the voice of a stranger, they were about to climb the ladder up, but they were stopped by their own master.

"This young man is so kind-hearted, he must not be unable to get along with the little old man?"

"If you have something, you ask, and the little one knows everything."

The old man spoke softly.

Hong Fan didn't embarrass him, and asked directly: "How much grain is there here?" ”

"There are twenty-two grain cellars in the majestic warehouse, the big one is four zhang deep, and the grain storage is more than 10,000 stones; The small one is two feet deep, and the grain is stored for thousands of stones. ”

The master replied.

"At present, the total grain storage is 300,000 stones, which is almost enough for 100,000 people to eat for a year."

Hong Fan frowned, obviously feeling that it was less.

Huaiyang has many disasters and unstable harvests.

"Only enough for 100,000 people a year? But I don't think there is a shortage of food in Duanglade. ”

He questioned.

"Shaoxia, it's a lot!"

The old man explained.

"The majestic warehouse is full of deep pits and cellars, and it is not easy to open."

"The grain stored here only increases on weekdays, and it is either used to fight disasters or used as military rations, which is different from the daily consumption of the people."

"In addition to this, there are two small grain cellars in the southeast of the city, as well as above-ground warehouses."

"And outside the official warehouse, from the wealthy family to the small people in Duanli City, every family has grain in stock - Shaoxia, who doesn't know that food is more real than gold in this year?"

"Counting the hoarding of merchants' private warehouses, the total grain reserves are at least five times that of the towering warehouses."

It's early July, and the rice harvest has not yet been harvested.

At this time, this is a lot.

Hong Fan's mind turned, and he was relieved a little.

Without food, a warrior can't be transformed.

If it's just a problem with distribution, you can always think of a way.

"Duanli City obviously has so much grain in stock, but it is so difficult for the county and township......"

He rebuked, in a stern tone.

"This ......"

The old man didn't know how to answer.

"What is this?"

Hong Fan was impatient.

"Shaoxia, this grain was originally moved from the lower county and township."

The old man lowered his voice very low, and used the softest word "Nuo".

But Hong Fan still felt harsh when he heard it.

His cheeks tightened, unrestrained in anger.

When the old master saw it, he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Young man, the little old man's beard and hair are all white, it's not bad for these two years."

"But my two apprentices have been down there all the time, and I haven't seen your old honorable face, so please let them go......"

The old man kowtowed and begged in a wailing voice.

Hong Fan was stunned.

He is a martial artist at the pinnacle of the power realm.

At this time, he could hear the sound of gritting teeth and wiping tears under the grain cellar clearly.

"Old man, I'm not a villain......"

Hong Fan said in a low voice, and his first reaction was to explain.

But he immediately realized the nameless fire he had just made in front of the weak, and he suddenly felt ashamed.

Finally, the gnashing of teeth stopped.

The long ladder in the grain cellar was creaked on.

The old master was shocked and wanted to speak, but he saw that the young man in front of him put down two taels of silver to make amends, and fled away.

Out of the majestic warehouse, Hong Fan is still mixed.

He found himself dumber than before.

In the past, Hong Fan had a keen mind, and what the cave people thought was like watching the night fire.

It's not hard to think why.

[Because I'm on the list. 】

It was only three months after defeating Su Peifeng, and his popularity and fame in the world made him arrogant.

So much so that when I saw something condescending in advance, I unconsciously sat in the "blue sky" position.

Hong Fan sighed silently and admonished himself deeply.

Turning the corner, he looked up to find an acquaintance.

Under the eaves of the street, a beggar wears a familiar black cloak, the same one as yesterday.

He probably lost to the fellow with the broken leg in the Armageddon, and not only lost his territory, but also lost his pork bones.

Seeing Hong Fan, the beggar could still laugh.

"See you again, boy!"

The beggar raised his head and patted his cloak, shaking up a large cloud of dust.

"Guy" is not a respectful title, but it seems affectionate.

Hong Fan was inexplicably happy when he heard this.

He smiled back, took out a few more pieces of silver, and gently placed them in the beggar's rough iron palm.

"You're weird."

The cloak beggar praised.

Hong Fan shook his head.

"I can only say that it is not bad."

Then, he followed the noise and merged into the flow of people.

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On the same day, an hour passed.

The sun is approaching in the middle of the day.

The open space at the entrance of the Duanli City market is uncovered, and it is illuminated by the sun.

The wooden platform in the center has a new guest today.

A man with multiple bandages is tied up with iron ropes, standing on his own side.

On the low shelf on the outside of the wooden platform, hung his double knife and hat.

"The body is verified, and the double knife is running to Lei Wu Yuan."

Under the rain eaves opposite the high platform, the city judge of Duanli City said loudly.

"Hanzhou people, heaven and man sympathetic cultivation."

"In June of the 29th year of Zhenghe, together with Wen Kaige, Ge Yun, and Qin Juzheng, he assassinated the county lieutenant of Heyu County."

"After the judgment of Duanli City and the thousand-faced wind and martial arts, the judgment was decided."

"It's noon today, and I should be sentenced."

(End of chapter)