Xie Chen had never been questioned in court, but in front of this girl, he suddenly couldn't speak.
At first, the girl stopped him and deceived them. After the crowd became turbulent, the girl said: "Master, uncle, please wait until the chaos subsides before you leave. If anyone says anything, don't believe it. There are many here."
The bad guy wants to frame us, Mr. Zhao."
After the girl said that, she left them and left.
The girl has revealed too much. She looks like a daughter of a farmer, but she is very clear about what is happening. Logically speaking, this should not be done. They have seen many civil unrests, all of which were caused by the common people fighting against the government.
However, the people in Taozhou are now helping the government office.
So this may not be a civil unrest.
Under such circumstances, how could they not catch up? The horses were abandoned and the luggage was collected by the entourage. They just shuttled through the crowd and finally caught up with them.
Xie Chen was stared at by the girl like this, so he cleared his throat and said: "We are not sure and want to ask you for clarification."
Only then did Zhao Luoyang understand: "We all have things to do now. If you really want to know, just stay in Taozhou for one day and you will understand everything."
Xie Chen couldn't possibly wait until then and still ask questions.
Zhao Luoyang had already waved his hand: "Uncle Ding, here, bring the rice."
"Put it up."
Shi Jiu said in his mind: "Just like that, don't pay attention to them two anymore?"
"This is the food they stole, no one is allowed to touch it."
Zhao Luoyang didn't hide it either: "I took it from the foot of the mountain two miles west of Fengxia Village."
Isn’t there not a single grain of rice in the Taozhou granary?
This food was transported to the imperial court, but it was just like transporting it to one's own home.
Seeing this, the Gao family quickly knelt down and begged the civil servants to make the decision: "These people have long been interested in the place where we keep the grain, and they have done this deliberately. We have never raised the price to sell the grain. They are deliberately framed. Please wait for me."
Call the shots.”
After hearing this, Gao Zhengfa looked at Zhao Luoyang with a bit of pride, and even a bit of a sneer. Wanting to take their food like this? It was simply a dream! They had accounts, and there were also those in East Village.
Farmers.
Hearing the word "food" and seeing the piles of rice, the refugees' eyes widened and they all swallowed their saliva. The baby had been crying "hungry" before, but now it opened its eyes wide and stared blankly.
With these.
"Where did the food you got come from?" Gao Li was being helped forward and pointed at Zhao Xuejing's nose, "Tell me, where did your food come from?"
Someone shouted, and several men worked together to bring several large pots and started lighting fires at the bottom of the pots.
Almost everyone from the East Village of Fengxia Village arrived, and the Gao family was walking at the front. Gao Lizheng, who was lying on the kang to recuperate, was so frightened when he heard that the food he hid was gone, that he had to bring it himself no matter what.
Chasing food with people.
"What I said at the gate of the government office just now is all the truth."
Gao Li was so angry when he heard this that he rolled his eyes and a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat. He coughed for a long time before he could breathe again: "Put it down...put it down..."
Gao Zhengfa said and looked at Meng Gao behind him.
Sixteen households of people put grain in the open space at the entrance to the north city, and worked in full swing, just as hard as they did on the stockade.
More and more people gathered around, and the crowd at the entrance of the government office dispersed. They all came here and looked at the food with pairs of eyes.
The clerk held the account in his hand, opened it and took a rough look.
It's really outrageous.
Gao Lizheng also thought that the emigrants were dishonest and might have bad intentions, but he did not expect that the emigrants would actually dare to rob them openly.
Gao Lizheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed a little: "Please, sir, return these...food...to...me."
…
Zhao Luoyang ignored Xie Chen and Cao Ben and went straight to greet Ding Maosheng.
It was impossible for the food to disappear all at once. Gao Lizheng almost immediately thought of the West Village of Fengxia Village. They heard that people from the West Village pulled donkey carts out in the morning, and they were even more convinced that it was the immigrants who were responsible.
"It's all true."
Gao Li was so angry that he had to bring his people to stop the grain. It was the rice he had saved with great difficulty, and he couldn't let anyone waste a grain of it.
Obviously, the current situation is not something people can understand.
They were going to watch a show today to see how Zhao Jingyun was convicted, but they didn't expect that overnight, their food disappeared.
Gao Li was talking and took out the account book from his arms: "It is written clearly on it. How much grain we have saved can be known by comparing it."
It doesn’t matter whether you say it or not, it’s what you do that matters.
"We have accounts, we have accounts."
"What are you doing?" Gao Zhengfa wanted to break free from Zhao Xuejing's hand, but the hand seemed to sink into his flesh, causing him to scream in pain, "You robbed food and still beat people? In broad daylight, and
No more royal laws?"
"Okay," the clerk said, "there are accounts, which is proof."
Meng Gao nodded and took a few steps forward. Then he bent his knees and knelt in front of the clerk: "Please make the decision for us, sir."
Hearing that it was not a civil unrest, Cao Ben felt reassured and wished that Zhao Jingyun could explain the whole story.
"Real food?"
"What are you asking?" Xie Chen said, "It's better to stand here and see clearly."
After saying that, Zhao Luoyang looked at Zhao Xuejing: "Third uncle, keep moving. We won't keep these ownerless rice grains. We will donate them to the court as relief grains."
"Get out of the way, get out of the way."
Hot smoke is rising, and food is still being transported into the city.
Gao Zhengfa spat, and then said fiercely: "It's useless for us to let you go into the village to fetch water... If I had known, you would have died of thirst."
Zhao Luoyang smiled and said: "The fish have taken the bait, who will take the bait again?"
All of them had smiles on their faces.
"Stop them, this is our rice."
Gao Lizheng didn't expect the Zhao girl to admit it so easily.
"Look, there's everything on these donkey carts. I went to the city gate and looked outside, and there were quite a few people carrying grain over here!"
Zhao Luoyang said: "There is no printing on the rice grains, how can you prove it?"
No one expected there would be so much food.
"Sir," Cao Ben whispered from the side, "otherwise we go to Zhao Jingyun and ask him to find out what he is doing and how he turned Taozhou into a pot of porridge?"
"real."
Gao Lizheng said angrily: "That is our food."
Gao Zhengfa also followed: "In addition to the accounts, the farmers in our village can all testify for us."
Before Zhao Xuejing could say anything, Gao Lizheng saw a figure coming over. She was short and thin, and it was the girl from the Zhao family.
There was only one civil servant in charge of the porridge shed, and the people working around him were all people dressed as ordinary people.
It is true that Gao Lizheng did not sell food to the relocated residents of the West Village. Those sixteen households had made so much money, how could they ask him for help? He had thought about it on the way here, so it would not be a problem to show these accounts.
"Master Zhao said that the government office's porridge relief shed cannot be collapsed," the clerk shouted, "when the porridge is ready, everyone will line up to get it."
"If you can't produce evidence," Zhao Luoyang said, "then these rice grains have nothing to do with you."
Anyone who touches his food will be sent to prison.
While Gao Li was making a noise, a clerk from the government office happened to come over.
A group of people suddenly chased them from the city gate. The person running at the front stretched out his hand and started to snatch the grain bag in Shi Ping's hand. Zhao Xuejing, who had been on guard, saw this and immediately stepped forward and pulled the person away.
The official's voice was not loud, but everyone heard it and even more saw it.
Gao Li was breathing heavily, thinking that since there was no writing on the rice grain, he couldn't take it back?
"You are all a bunch of scoundrels," Gao Lizheng said, "When you settled down...I knew...you didn't have good intentions...I guessed it..."
Meng Gao next to him continued: "Those grains belong to the Gao family...it's just that they bought them from us. If we don't agree, we will be beaten severely. Even this year, there are still people who want to keep more."
One of their hands was broken off by the rice grain, and some people died from it in the past few years. We are unwilling to sell it, but we don't dare to resist the Gao family."
Having said this, Meng Gao knocked his head heavily on the ground: "My lord, please make the decision for the common people."
"Please, sir, make the decision for the common people."
Behind Meng Gao, people from the East Village of Fengxia Village knelt down one after another.