marquis of jingan

Chapter 29
"Army rations..."

Chen Zhifu frowned slightly, he glanced at Mr. Zhao, and asked: "Is the court... going to war?"

Mr. Zhao's eyes were on the two pipa girls at the moment, and after hearing the question from the prefect, he said helplessly: "It's only May, and this year alone, the northern barbarians came to the Huaihe River twice, and sent envoys to the capital to intimidate them." Shengjia, if you want the imperial court to pay them tribute, the goddamn it is getting more and more lawless."

"Even the lords in the capital were angered and wanted to increase troops in the Huaihe River."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhao took a look at Chen Zhifu, and continued: "The Empress Dowager wanted to stop the exchange with Beiman and cut off communication, but was stopped by several ministers."

The current emperor, His Majesty, is only in his teens this year, and he has not yet reached the age of being in charge. All matters in the court are discussed by the empress dowager and several ministers. However, the emperor is young and has to rely on ministers for many things. A queen dowager It is difficult for the empress to suppress those husbands with deep roots.

"Severing the mutual market..."

Chen Zhifu was thoughtful, and then whispered: "How is this possible? Almost all the officials in the court are doing business, and which one has no contact with Beiman? If communication is cut off, their money will be cut off." road…"

Mr. Zhao glanced at Chen Zhifu, hehe said with a smile: "This is what Mr. Chen said, but I, Mr. Zhao, didn't say it."

Knowing that he made a slip of the tongue, Chen Zhifu picked up the wine glass and clinked a glass with Mr. Zhao, and smiled: "We are all from our own family, so I just said it casually, Mr. Zhao, don't take it seriously."

After the two of them drank the wine, Prefect Chen looked up at the two pipa girls, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, you guys go down and wash up, and you will go directly to Mr. Zhao's room later, you don't need to wait here."

The two pipa girls looked at each other, stood up one after another, bowed their heads to Chen Zhifu and Mr. Zhao, and then turned their backs and went down.

Mr. Zhao kept his eyes on the buttocks of the two pipa girls. He waited until the two girls walked away before he lowered his head and took a sip of wine, admiringly said: "The taste of this Jiangdu girl is different from that of the capital city. too much."

Chen Fuzun chuckled, did not answer, then poured Mr. Zhao a glass of wine with the jug, and said, "Mr. Zhao, the price of grain in Jiangdu is not cheap. I don't know whether the Ministry of Households buys it at the market price or at the official price. Come to buy, if you buy at the official price, those grain merchants may hide it and are unwilling to sell grain."

"You don't want to sell food?"

Mr. Zhao sneered slightly.

"Would you like to rob the house?"

The official yamen is a violent machine in the final analysis. For a violent machine, if it is willing to reason with you, it is the mercy of the official. If it is unwilling to reason with you, there is actually no reason to reason with you.

The reason is very simple, Yangzhou is very close to the Huaihe River, that is to say, it is also very close to the northern barbarian territory.

Although Beiman and Dachen are enemies, it is impossible to fight every year for 60 years. In fact, during these 60 years, the two sides have been in a state of peace most of the time, trading with each other and exchanging what they have.

Almost every one of these Yangzhou wealthy businessmen has business in Beiman.

Catch one and charge him with adultery with the northern barbarians, and he can justifiably come to search the house.

"My lord misunderstood, Chen didn't mean that."

Chen Fuzun took a look at Mr. Zhao, with a half-hearted smile on his face: "What Chen means is that there may be two prices for buying grain this time."

This is to earn the price difference, to earn the court's price difference.

Mr. Zhao looked at Chen Yu and said with a smile, "Why, Master Chen wants to get rich?"

"No no no."

Chen Yu shook his head slightly, and said: "Young master, Mr. Chen will fully cooperate with you in this matter, and will not take any money. All the money will be left to the young master, but... After the young master returns to Beijing, he will bring a copy to Young Master Yang. .”

Mr. Yang, the son of Yang Jingzong, the prime minister of the capital, and the prime minister Yang Jingzong is the mentor of Chen Yu, the prefect of Jiangdu.

At this age, Chen Yuneng was able to sit on such a fat job as the magistrate of Jiangdu, and his teacher contributed a lot behind the scenes.

Hearing this sentence, Mr. Zhao Zhao Yu heard the words, looked at the prefect Chen with a half-smile, and then chuckled: "It seems that Chen Fuzun doesn't want to get rich, but wants to be promoted."

"It's not that I want to be promoted, but it's just a filial piety."

"it is good."

Mr. Zhao stood up from the chair and stretched his waist: "This matter, just follow what Chen Fuzun said."

After saying this, he cupped his hands towards Chen Fuzun, and said with a smile: "In the future, Chen Fuzun will enter the cabinet to pay homage to him, please take care of him."

"Don't dare."

Chen Yu bowed his head to return the salute: "I am in the same spirit as Mr. Zhao, we can only say that we are helping each other..."

Mr. Zhao laughed, and said: "It's a good one to help each other. Those two pipa girls are in need of help at this time, so I will help them go."

Hearing this, Chen Yu showed a smile that a man could understand, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Young master, have fun."

………………

The next day, Chen Yu invited more than ten grain merchants from Jiangdu Prefecture to the magistrate's yamen to discuss matters.

This time, the discussion lasted for a whole morning, and it was not until ten o'clock in the noon that these grain merchants came out of the magistrate's yamen with sad faces.

In the afternoon, a gossip spread in Jiangdu City.

The imperial court wants to allocate military rations from Jiangdu!

The news spread quickly, and it spread almost throughout Jiangdu in just half an afternoon.

At this time, Shen Qilang and Shen Yi were drinking tea in a teahouse in Jiangdu City. Opposite him, sat a middle-aged man in common clothes. The middle-aged man was very talkative, sitting in front of Shen Yi, chattering endlessly.

This is a friend Shen Yi met in the teahouse. His surname is Tian, ​​and his name is Tian Boping. He is nicknamed Ba Ye because he is a good family member. Because there is a scar on his face, many people understand him as Lord Scar.

In the past half a month, Shen Yi often drank tea in various teahouses in Jiangdu City. Firstly, he wanted to understand this era and this city, and secondly, he also wanted to obtain some useful news for him.

Every time he drank tea, Shen Yi could almost see this Eighth Master. Once when Shen Yi got interested, he invited him to have a drink, and the two of them got to know each other.

At this moment, Tian Laoba was sitting opposite Shen Yi, with a jug of wine and a plate of side dishes in front of him, talking to Shen Yi about the big and small things in Jiangdu City with great interest.

After drinking half of a pot of wine, the eighth master suddenly lowered his voice and whispered: "Brother Shen, I just want to tell you some news, don't spread it."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Yi rolled his eyes silently, and said angrily: "Okay Brother Tian, ​​you should say this sentence once when you see someone, with your big mouth, but any news that comes out of your mouth, Half of Jiangdu City can know about it."

"This is top secret news!"

Tian Laoba was a little anxious, and said in a low voice: "If you tell this, you will be held accountable by the government."

Shen Yi lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then said with a smile, "Then tell me."

"The court...is going to fight the Northern Man."

Tian Laoba looked serious.

Shen Yi frowned slightly: "Why do you see that?"

Tian Laoba's expression became mysterious, and he whispered: "Old brother has received reliable news. This morning, the prefect master called all the best grain merchants in the city to the prefect's yamen. It is said that the government wants to collect grain... "

Shen Yi couldn't help laughing: "What happened in the morning has reached your ears, Brother Tian, ​​in the afternoon? Then, Brother Tian..."

Having said this, Shen Yi was suddenly taken aback, and did not continue.

He put down the teacup in his hand, thoughtfully: "The news spread so quickly, it means that someone deliberately spread it..."

He turned the teacup in his hand and frowned again.

"Food prices are about to rise..."

(End of this chapter)