Before the outbreak of this famine in Wuzhong, the grain and rice shops in Hangzhou seemed to have not realized that they could make a fortune by relying on the stored grains in their hands when the crisis came. Instead, the price of grain and rice gradually increased from 200 literati to 200 literati to 100 literati, which made the people of Hangzhou praise endlessly. Many literati also mentioned it in their lyrics. They all said that Fan Gong was well educated and the people of Wu Yue were pure and good.

When the number of victims who came to Hangzhou reached a certain number, the grain shop gradually increased the price of grain. The current price of grain has reached a two-way scale. The major grain merchants seemed to have agreed half of it. They all said that the grain in the warehouse had bottomed out and were reluctant to sell it in case of emergency needs. They even wrote a letter jointly requesting the government office to open a large-scale warehouse to provide relief to the people in the city.

The price of grain has increased from one to two jin. The cost per stone is 800 cents, which is a huge profit of more than five times for grain merchants. However, it is undoubtedly unbearable for ordinary people. Several people in each household spend only two or three jin per month, and the few less is only one or two jin to barely feed. Today's grain prices have reduced a considerable number of people to the point where they can only drink porridge to survive. The handicraft industry of citizens in the Song Dynasty was quite developed, and most people will reduce their expenses when encountering famine, which has caused the income of various industries in the city to plump up. In addition, the rise in grain prices, the consequences of the vicious cycle are quite terrifying.

The city was in a state of turmoil. Even if the price of grain was as high as two chunks, the grain and rice sold regularly every day were still stolen. Although some people were surrounded in front of the grain and rice shop, due to the beautiful performances of the grain shop, most people still flocked to the prefecture and the Changping Warehouse to make trouble and ask for help. Several incidents of people attacking the government office and the granary of the government office have occurred. It is almost like a storm. The civil war has always been the most taboo topic in the Song Dynasty. The pressure on the government can be imagined.

Zheng Shanzheng sat in a grain shop near Nanfeng Lane, holding a teapot in his hand and sipped him. Two maids were rubbing his shoulders and legs. After that day, although the Chen family did not attack the Zheng family, the yamen never left any hand to him. The yamen runners who had been with him had picked up a board and smashed it on him and worked harder than anyone else. After two months in, two layers of skin were almost peeled off. To this day, there are still many hidden injuries on their bodies, and whenever they encounter rain, they will hurt all over like a needle and a knife. Whenever this happens, he wants to eat Chen Yue alive.

I don’t know if the Zheng family intends to show it to the Chen family. He was just taken out and was assigned to be the manager of this grain shop. It happened to be a famine. As one of the big grain merchants and the leader of the grain business, the status of the Zheng family became important instantly. The government relied on the Zheng family, and even the manager of the grain shop became very popular. He used to be a small official who was a big official who was a big official who was a big official. Now when he saw him, he would be smiling and called brothers. Many people even asked to come to buy grain based on their connections.

Zheng Shan put the spout of the teapot into his mouth and took a sip. He squinted his eyes and looked at the two maids beside him. He looked both of them, both of whom were so tender, plump and fat, but Mr. Hu, who was next door, arranged to serve him. He reached out and twisted a maid's buttocks, and looked through the inner curtain. He looked at the shop outside the shop, clamoring or begging his friends to buy food. Thinking that he was still in prison last month and did not know life or death, but now he could hold the livelihood of so many people. A condescending pleasure filled his heart. He sneered in his heart. Today's quota had been sold out, and before opening the door, the grain and rice had been transported to the yard of rich families with related families. These people would not sell them more even if they were begging grandpa and grandma.

Lei Ran turned his neck complacently and felt a gaze shooting towards him. Zheng Shan glanced at him. Then he turned around and wanted to pick up the teapot, but his body suddenly stopped. His heart tightly shrank, and his hand holding the teapot froze in the air. He turned back in surprise and found that the person outside the door was nowhere to be seen. In just this glance, even fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. This was a sharp look that he would never forget, and a figure that would appear in his daily nightmare-

"Chin's child!"

Zheng Shan smashed the teapot to the ground with force, and the water-splashed porcelain pieces scattered everywhere, scaring the two maids to the point of being disgraceful, "Zheng... Master Zheng, what's wrong?"

Zheng Shan ignored them, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, rubbing his eyebrows hard. The two maids stood aside in panic. When they came, they were told not to disobey Zheng Shan. If they were tortured to go back and forth, they would sell their deeds to someone's teeth. Without saying anything, they knew what the outcome was. They were so scared that they didn't dare to breathe. The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent.

Zheng Shan waved his hand after a moment, "Go down."

The two maids had no idea why Zheng Shan got angry just now, and then they quickly retreated like an amnesty.

After a while, Zheng Shan let out a sigh of relief, perhaps the gloomy and shrill cell, the fierce yamen runner, or the shadow left by the forced eyes that day in his heart was too deep, which made him lose his composure.

After coming to his senses, Zheng Shan snorted heavily from his nostrils, not understanding what he was afraid of. He heard that the Chen family said that he was sick and recuperated at home some time ago. Recently, he recovered from illness but has been wandering among the government offices. However, he will not be too rampant for long. When the price of grain and rice in the grain and rice in the grain and rice rise a little more, it will be the last straw that crushes Hangzhou City. Changping the warehouse will definitely not be able to withstand the pressure, and the official office will have to rely on the grain and store. With the Zheng family's status in Hangzhou at that time, it will no longer be difficult to crush the child and the Chen family behind him!

"It's just a kid." Zheng Shan comforted himself like this and shouted outside the curtain: "Make me a pot of tea again."

Chen Yue walked in the streets and alleys with two servants, trying to make a big deal. It was no longer suitable to take Xian'er with him. He always needed a few people who could run errands around him. The city was getting messy, and someone could protect him. When he passed by Nanfeng Lane, he looked at the Zheng family's grain shop in front of him. There were many people who came to buy rice, and were blocked outside the door by the idle servants hired by the shop. There was even an elderly old woman wiping her tears and begging to ask for some rice and grain. She was pushed aside impatiently by a tall and big gang. The old woman was not careful not to stumble under her feet and fell heavily to the ground, but no one had the time to come forward to help. At this moment, no one wanted to offend the people in the food shop.

Chen Yue stepped forward and helped the person up. The old woman stood up barely, thanked her, and squeezed into the crowd regardless of the pain.

Chen Yue grabbed her and frowned and said, "Why do you have to make it boring for the aunt? Even if they ask for it until the night, they won't sell you an extra grain."

The old woman turned around and looked at Chen Yue, looking a little impatient: "Little officials, the grain store has its own difficulties. It's no wonder they are too rude to say that they are not polite. A few days ago, the grain store can reduce the price of grain, and the masters are always kind-hearted, and maybe they can get it if they ask for it." After that, he threw away Chen Yue and squeezed forward.

Chen Yue shook his head helplessly. No wonder these people living at the bottom. These people are always the easiest to be deceived. The only thing that the food store is performing is really beautiful, and the previous price reduction is fine. From time to time, he also took out some grain and rice to those people who seemed quite difficult, and he did a lot of face skills and forced the culprit to the government office.

Looking in through the storefront of the grain shop, through a curtain, he saw a man sitting inside, and there seemed to be two maids serving him, but he couldn't see the human face clearly. Chen Yue stared coldly, then turned around and left.

"Tomorrow I will teach you a lesson 'Water can carry a boat and can overturn it', so enjoy your last days!"

After walking through several streets and alleys, the scene in front of each grain shop is the same as in Nanfeng Lane. There is a small grain shop that dares not disobey the government. The grain stored in the store has long been stolen. How many of them have actually flowed into the people, and it is unknown how many of them are taken away by the grain shop. In the huge city of Hangzhou, it is simply a drop in the bucket.

When he walked to the front of the Hangzhou Prefecture Yamen, Chen Yue stood aside and waited after handing over the door. In fact, this was not necessary. Now, even if he walked into the government office, he would not say much, but he just needed someone to give him an order. Many people were willing to sell this favor to him. But Chen Yue was unwilling to be polite at this time and insisted on following the rules, and others didn't have to say much.

The head of the yamen runners who were on the rotation today had never seen Chen Yue go in and out of the government office before. Seeing the words Chen Yue were written on the door post, the expression on his face suddenly became cold. He glanced at him and asked, "Are you Chen Shangwen from the Chen family in Phoenix Lane?"

Because of Zheng Shan, it can be said that everyone in the government office knew about the discord. Chen Yan was alive in the Chen family, and everyone was even more inclined to the Chen family. He wanted to step on Zheng Shan's head, but unfortunately he was not qualified. But who knew that a famine caused the Zheng family to rise sharply, and many small officials began to flatter the Zheng family. Several small officials who had previously intentionally made things difficult for Zheng Shan have suffered a lot recently, which enabled him to "take the post" to be the head of the class.

In the past, the Zheng family could have been deeply rooted in the local tyrants in Hangzhou. It was just that the old master of the Zheng family died early, and his official status was not as good as the Chen family with Chen Yan. As a person in the government office, he knew some of the ideas of some grain companies. However, the Zheng family, whose power was already mixed, attracted a group of officials due to this famine. I am afraid that if this continues, even if the masters in the yamen want to punish the grain merchants, it would be impossible. Now he has the chance to get the prince in front of him to flatter the Zheng family, so he will naturally not let it go.

Chen Yue nodded and said nothing, but saw a palm stretching out from the nostrils to the sky and the earth.

Chen Yue knew what this meant, but he didn't say much, so he ordered the servant beside him to take out his usual money and handed it out. The troupe weighed the copper coins in his hand, and then smiled. He handed the door post to the yamen runners around him and sent it in. He then pointed at Chen Yue and said, "It seems that you don't understand human feelings. Now the men in the yamen are busy, how can you have time to see you? It's too late to think about coming to make some relationships. I think it's better to go to Nanfeng Lane to accompany you first. Don't drag down your family!"!~!
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