As the price increase in grain is getting worse, the people are naturally going to make trouble. But the prefectural government office, the governor's office, and the Censor's Office, and the Censor's Office have no movement.

Don't buy it!

A news began to spread on the market.

Countless food will pour into Jinan soon, and the food price will be cut in half.

The people blindly followed. After the news came out, someone went to the yamen to verify it, but only got a vague answer.

There will be food.

"Open the position, press it first."

Chang Yu came to ask Fang Xing for a visit and said frankly: "Xinghe Bo, no matter whether you want to fish or something, the people can't stand the trouble. I think I can open a position, but I just need your permission."

Local officials can open warehouses and release grain, which is Zhu Di's later licensing rights. However, one condition is required, that is, they encounter disasters that affect grain output.

Local officials will first release food, and officials will come down to check the situation later. Once fraud is discovered, a string of heads will be added at the city gate.

Jinan has not encountered any disasters and the conditions for releasing food are insufficient. Only Fang Xing, as the representative of the emperor, has the right to make a decision.

Fang Xing was holding a document in his hand and was looking carefully. He heard this and said, "Don't worry."

Chang Yu held back his anger and said, "Xinghe Bo, there is a rumor on the market that the food will arrive soon, but where is the food? If the people are waiting for it but cannot get it, then... the civilians will change..."

As he said that, he looked frightened in his eyes: "When the time comes, those people will take advantage of the situation and make a fuss, Jinan will be in chaos!"

The civil unrest has always been the most feared incident for local officials. No matter whether you can calm down or not, the capital will definitely give you an "explanation" afterwards.

Fang Xing put down the document and said lightly: "Don't be impatient for a moment."

Chang Yu was helpless, Fang Xing continued, "Sell the grain."

“Sell grain?”

"right."

"The grain price will remain unchanged before the price increase."

Chang Yu was excited and stood up and said, "Then the official will prepare now. Xinghe Bo, you have to ask your people to keep an eye on it, so that those big players will rush to buy it."

Fang Xing smiled, picked up the document again, lowered his head and said before: "Sell it openly, no matter who buys it or how much it buys it, you will sell it!"

...

Fang Xing was still holding his troops, so some fast horses passed the message back and forth between Beijing and Jinan.

There was no convoy for transporting grain!

"What is that person waiting for?"

This was the first time that Yang Yan saw Mr. Seventeen anxiously, and the mystery suddenly disappeared.

"Sir, I guess the man's memorial has been in Peiping long ago, and the court is discussing it."

Mr. Seventeen looked at him coldly and said, "If you submit a memorial to ask for help, it means Fang Xing is incompetent. Do you think he will be so stupid?"

Yang Yan tried hard to imagine the face in front of him to increase his confidence, "Sir, the accounting is said to be over. When the court sees the documents and finally decides, the matter will never turn around. The best way at present is to... stir up civil unrest!"

Mr. Seventeen said expressionlessly: "I don't know these things, but you are hanging with that sparrow all day long, be careful."

Yang Yan's expression changed slightly, and he bowed and said, "Yes, the students understand."

Quesh's future is in the hands of Mr. Seventeen, and Yang Yan cannot refuse, let alone resist.

"student……"

At this time, someone came in outside, and he bowed and said, "Sir, there is a warehouse to sell grain outside."

"What kind of grain is sold? What's the price?"

Mr. Seventeen suddenly stood up and stared at the person who came and asked.

"Sir, it's the granary of the government. Now it's full of people. What's left is the price before the price increases."

Mr. Seventeen raised his head and exclaimed, Yang Yan asked, "Who is staring at? But Fang Xing's person?"

The visitor said with a strange expression: "There are only more than a dozen yamen runners staring at it."

Mr. Seventeen nodded and asked, “Can you limit the quantity you buy?”

The visitor said: "Limited, but some people bought it once, and then queued up for the second time, but no one cared about it."

Mr. Seventeen laughed and said, "This is an act of calming people's hearts. At this moment, he must be burning all over the country. He wants to ask for help from the capital, but he is afraid of being denounced as incompetent."

"I concluded that this was Chang Yu's work and asked someone to buy it quickly and not wait for Fang Xing to send someone to take care of him. By then, he will definitely use some heads to establish his authority."

...

The food sales site was crowded with people, and gradually, most of the people in line became burly men.

They bring their pockets and buy one large bag at a time.

The yamen runners next to them started to take charge, but after someone stuffed a few treasure bills, they all started to turn a blind eye.

The food is constantly being carried away, but the team is getting longer and longer.

...

"The three granaries were emptied."

The dusk was low and Chang Yu didn't come. It was probably because he thought Fang Xing's decision was too ridiculous.

Fang Xing nodded and asked, "Mr., we Lord Chang asked... Will we continue to let go tomorrow?"

"Put it, keep putting it, if someone buys it."

...

In Jinan City under the night, the people who bought food were excited, and those who didn't buy it began to curse and scold.

"Master, there is not enough money."

"Go to borrow, food is money, and what is piled up in the warehouse, what are you afraid of?"

Some people are happy and some are worried in Jinan City, and many are quietly waiting for dawn.

...

It was dawn, and the people who went to buy food soon heard news.

Still no one cares!

"Do you still buy it?"

"Buy! You won't lose money if you buy it."

"Master, it's all Chenliang."

"That's nothing. At worst, the matter will be settled and sold immediately."

"Call them and everyone discuss it."

Then a group of gentry gathered in a restaurant in the city.

"I'm still selling food today. You guys, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

As the leader, Su Wei's smiling appearance makes people itchy.

Someone from the three tables asked, "Mr. Su, how can I buy Chenliang at the same price? What is the opportunity?"

"That's right, we believe in you, Mr. Su, and then we invested our money. If there is no result, who will make up for the losses?"

"I have borrowed more than a thousand guan. If I lose money on the sale of Chenliang, Mr. Su, I am afraid I will take my family to your house to beg for food."

Su Wei smiled and pressed his hands down. After the noise disappeared, he stood up and said, "Please rest assured, there is someone to protect him."

"Who? Mr. Su, who is it?"

The people here are not fools, so you can continue to follow up, but you need strong guarantees.

Su Wei smiled and said, "Don't worry, that person will definitely be able to provide a guarantee. If you can't, I will come!"

"Okay! Mr. Su is generous!"

Although I don’t know why Su Wei wanted to hide it, if everyone loses money in front of everyone, Su Wei will naturally be unable to deny it.

So the wine and meat began to smell fragrant early in the morning, and their red faces were full of excitement.

But a hidden worries cannot be eliminated.

Why didn’t Fang Xing send people to focus on selling grain?

Those people are allowed to rush to buy food, but only a few people who really need it have bought food. What does this mean?

But the news brought by the fast horses between Beijing and Jinan is reassuring.

There is no convoy for transporting grain!

...

Fang Xing was not panicked at all. He was holding a small notebook and recording the names of those people one by one.

"It is difficult to immigrate overseas. These are the best immigrants, so you need to record them clearly."

"Xing and Bo, those people are drinking and lol!"

Wang He was running around outside and felt tired as a dog.

Fang Xing put down his pen and said, "Before leaving, you have to make people gather together, otherwise how can you remember the future?"

In the evening, Chang Yu finally couldn't help it and came to see Fang Xing in person.

"Xinghe Bo, the granary is almost empty."

"Then prepare."

"What are you preparing? Xinghebo, where else can you mobilize food?"
Chapter completed!