Chapter 482: Disaster relief food suddenly appears in the abandoned city
The road after that, all the way to Yangcheng, was extremely safe.
Yangcheng was once a prosperous county town.
But that was once.
A silver wolf and four horses were walking slowly on the streets of Yangcheng. Fang Qi still stayed behind in the food transportation team outside the city. In order to prevent accidents, Qi Baoer also made it clear that the wolves were guarding the transportation team this time.
Next to the grain team.
Today's Yangcheng is nothing but depression.
The shop doors on the left and right sides were all open, and many of the doors had been damaged and fell to the ground. The shop was messed up and there were blood stains everywhere.
There are still many houses with signs of being burned.
The scene before her eyes reminded Qi Bao'er of the country she knew in her previous life, where she had a bad life and the Three-Guang policy.
"Sure enough..." Zheng Haoran was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped out.
Everyone else looked at this scene with hatred.
Apart from experiencing the massacre of Yicheng, what else can there be?
There are no people or corpses in the city. The corpses must have been collected by the government. As for the people, there was a massacre of a city here, so how can any common people still dare to go here?
This is an abandoned city that has been abandoned, at least for the time being.
Zheng Haoran looked around and felt a little disappointed: "The government should have come to clean it up."
Although angry, everyone is more realistic, especially those who are already generals. Excessive emotions will only affect their judgment. Therefore, controlling emotions in a timely manner is a basic skill they must learn.
Looking at Cheng Si, Zhou Gui, and Prince Li, they all had calm expressions and were poking their heads around the shop, as if they were looking for something.
What else can I look for? Food.
The road into Yangcheng was a roundabout way for the grain transport team, and they had to walk nearly a hundred kilometers more.
So the big team still followed the original route, and they were the only ones who went around to Yangcheng.
The reason they had to go around here was because after two more days of rest, if they followed the originally planned route, they and the convict team would not have enough food to last to the next county.
No, when the scouts discovered that Yangcheng had become an empty city, the father and daughter Qi Baoer thought of coming here to 'borrow' some food.
"Let's spread out and look for anyone alive."
A few people understand it instantly.
Prince Li smiled devilishly: "I understand."
Zheng Haoran, Zhou Zhougui, Cheng Si: "Yes."
Qi Kang'an and his daughter were already very experienced in Sanhe Town. After they dispersed, the father and daughter went straight to the area where rich families lived.
Yangcheng is also known as the Textile City and is famous for its textiles. A quarter of the cloth in the entire Qilin Kingdom comes from Yangcheng. This shows the prosperity of Yangcheng in the past and the number of wealthy households.
Qi Bao'er once told Qi Kang'an and the others that besides gold and silver, what rich people save most is food, and they would not put all their food in one place.
If something happens in Yangcheng, the common people will get into trouble, but not necessarily the rich. Those who get the news in advance will run away in advance, and those who don't get the news will also have guards.
No matter what kind, you will definitely only take more valuable gold, silver and treasures with you when you flee, and heavy items such as food will 100% be discarded.
They are just looking for the 'fish that slipped through the net'.
Sure enough, Qi Baoer found a well-hidden underground warehouse in a large mansion.
The father and daughter stood at the door of the warehouse, both feeling as if they had been struck by lightning. Why? The granary was so full that it was so full that it reached the door of the warehouse. The reason why the father and daughter stood at the door of the warehouse was because there was no
There's no way to get in.
As soon as the door opens, the first thing you enter is sacks.
Qi Kang'an took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to press the sack, "Fine-grained."
He smelled it again and said, "The smell of millet, treasure, this is grain, and it's good grain."
Qi Baoer was not as happy as her father. Instead, her chubby face was stern, "Dad, didn't you find anything wrong?"
Take a closer look at these sacks. Does this weaving technique look familiar? Does it look like the ones on our grain trucks?"
Qi Kang'an: "..."
I instantly recovered from the huge fortune that fell from the sky, and took a closer look at the sacks. I can't say they are exactly the same, but they are really similar. The colors are slightly different, but the weaving method is exactly the same.
Qi Kangan was completely dumbfounded, "This is disaster relief food!"
Grain can be divided into official grain and private grain, that is, the grain of the imperial court and the grain of private individuals. The grain of the imperial court and the sacks containing the grain are also produced by the official workshops of the imperial court. The weaving technique is unique and cannot be imitated by the private sector.
The weaving methods of the ones in front of me and those they transported are exactly the same. What does this mean?
Qi Baoer nodded, "The grain we transport is seconded from Yong'an City. These should be disaster relief grain shipped directly from the national warehouse in the capital."
Qi Kang'an: "......!!!"
They just came here to take advantage of the situation, so why did they get into such a big deal?
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"Daughter, that's not right. Where did Yangcheng get the relief food?"
The imperial court in the disaster-stricken area in the south started from Bacheng, that is to say, the disaster relief money and grain were distributed starting from Bacheng all the way south.
This does not mean that they have to transport it to cities, counties and towns along the way. If they deliver the silver grain to each state capital, then the task is completed, and the rest is each place's own business.
There are six states in the south, and Bacheng is located at the junction of Haizhou and Youzhou. In other words, there are three states in total that need disaster relief in the south, occupying half of the entire south.
This is Jingzhou. Even though it is far away from Haizhou, which was the first place to provide disaster relief, there is still Jiangzhou in between.
Qi Baoer looked at her silly father with a sympathetic look, "Dad, couldn't it be that he got greedy somewhere else and hid it here?
But this has nothing to do with us, and we can't control it for the time being.
Ask someone to move it. These are originally disaster relief grains, so they will be put into the disaster relief grains and we will transport them away together.
I will write a letter to tell the Emperor about this later, and as for the investigation, I will leave it to the Jingzhou Prefect to investigate first."
Qi Kang'an didn't say anything about this arrangement. He went to close the warehouse door and replied: "It's done."
"We can't move this food. We'll look for it elsewhere."
Qi Bao'er shook his head again, "Dad, there are no more in this house. Only this one that was hidden deep is still there. The other warehouses, big and small, are all empty."
It is still the kind of space that is so clean that even a mouse would leave in tears.
"Then let's go next door."
Qi Kang'an rolled up his sleeves and ran away. He was irritated. He watched helplessly as they saw so much food but they couldn't move even a grain. They had to work hard to transport it to Jiangcheng to unload part of it. He couldn't
Find some food that they can use to keep him alive.
As a result, the six people spent an afternoon searching in the county town. In addition to these untouchable relief grains, they also found hundreds of noodles weighing less than a kilogram in the secret compartment behind the wardrobe in the shopkeeper's house.
As for the rest, they had not seen even a piece of noodles that had been scraped away. Only sticks of store name flags outside each shop remained.
Qi Kang'an took a look at the white flour, which was less than a cart full, and waved his hand feebly at Zheng Haoran, "Go and tell someone to free up the cart to load grain."
He should be content with having nearly a thousand kilograms of white flour at least.
