Yu Jun

All soldiers and horses consume a huge amount of food and grass. For a hundred thousand troops and ten thousand horses, four hundred thousand civilians need to transport the food for a month. Therefore, they no longer have to join the army, and the food does not last for three years. All the food is taken locally.

Wangzhou's army is hoarding here because there is a "Jiahe Granary" in Wangzhou.

All the rice from the northwest states was transferred from here to the Kyoto granary. Therefore, the granary was built very large, with a hundred cellars inside, each of which could store two thousand kilograms of grain. Wangzhou's grain was also abundant over the years.

During last year's autumn harvest, there was even a rumor in the tabloids that Jiahecang had dug a new grain cellar, storing a total of nearly 360,000 kilograms of grain.

There were people on three levels inside and three outside, but there was silence as they looked quietly at the two square tables outside the Yamen.

A table was piled with account books that Huang Yunshu had read. He read the last one, burrowed his head and counted for a long time, and finally wrote down a series of totals and handed them to Cheng Taishan.

He didn't dare to confront Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng's killing methods were terrifying, and he couldn't bear the evil aura on her body.

Cheng Taishan handed the paper to Mo Lingfeng, who was sitting in the Grand Master's chair on the right. Mo Lingfeng glanced at it and saw that it listed the total amount of grain coming in and out, the total amount of military rations transported by the court, and there should be chestnuts, rice, and adzuki beans left in the entire treasury. One hundred and ten thousand stones.

She put down the paper: "Open a position and take stock."

Nomad Qing reached out decisively and pushed open the door of "Jiahe Cang".

The Mo family's army bees pupated into the grain cellar, opened the grain cellar, counted the inscription bricks engraved with the origin of the grain, and checked the grain against the inscription bricks.

Half of the people counted the quantity, and the other half inspected the grain. Nine-hole bamboo poles were placed under each cellar, deep into the cellar bottom, the grain was brought up, put into bamboo buckets, and handed over to Mo Lingfeng along with the copied contents of the inscription bricks.

The inventory was quickly carried out. Of the twenty cellars that should have been full of grain, only eleven cellars were left, half of which was missing. The inscription bricks became decorations. Xiao Dou came forward with the number in hand and reported with a buzzing sound. Mo Lingfeng grabbed He tapped the riding crop that had been folded in half on the table: "Louder."

Xiao Dou immediately straightened his back and shouted like a bell: "There are fifty-eight thousand nine hundred and sixty-one stones in the grain cellar, and fifty-one thousand and thirty-nine stones are owed!"

The loud voice was like a turbulent sea, stirring up the people inside into darkness, and the onlookers were also horrified. The previously silent scene suddenly broke into an uproar, with the people whispering to each other and rustling to pass on the news.

Mo Lingfeng didn't look at the warehouse chief, only at the transfer envoy. Cheng Taishan took a step forward, walked up to the transfer envoy Li, and said kindly: "Brother Qunhe, we are familiar with each other, so I'll just tell you the truth. Where did you go?"

Li Qunhe sneered and spat on Cheng Taishan's face: "Rebellious ministers and thieves! Butchers! Are you worthy of asking for the food of the imperial court and the food of the people?"

He turned around and shouted to the people: "Throughout the ages, traitors have no virtue. They attack and massacre them. They kill the men and capture the females. They leave no chickens or dogs behind. They rob food and treasures and leave no grass behind! You must not be deceived by the traitors and captured without mercy!"

After that, he rushed towards the soldiers on the side and reached out to grab the knife, but the soldiers twisted his arms and pushed him to the ground.

Cheng Taishan squatted down decisively, tore off a piece of his sleeve, and quickly stuffed it into Li Qunhe's mouth. He was filled with anger, and at the same time he was so angry that he stood up and crushed his feet hard.

There was immediate silence.

The people watching were horrified and kept retreating.

The corpses lying hand and foot behind them were enough to fill the warehouse. Deep in the streets and alleys, there were corpses everywhere. The smell of blood came forward again and accumulated heavily, covering up the musty smell that came out when the warehouse was opened.

Mo Lingfeng stood up and walked to Li Qunhe with his riding whip in hand. The soldiers tied his hands and feet. He was already lying on the ground, still holding his head high and glaring at each other angrily.

She stretched out her foot, stepped on Li Qunhe's back, and said calmly: "At first glance, you seem to be a loyal and martyrful person." She crushed him hard, causing Li Qunhe to tilt his head like a shoulder pole: "You are so loyal and loyal. , Why is there no blood on the silk ribbon on your body? Why don’t you sacrifice your life for the country when the city is broken, with your heart filled with sorrow?”

She glanced at the officials coldly: "The people who surrendered dared to mention the word loyalty. It was just because they saw that their greed for food and grass was exposed, and they wanted to be a chicken or dog in Huainan but failed, and they became angry from shame!"

Li Qunhe whimpered, seeming to have something to say.

Mo Lingfeng raised the knife and inserted it into Li Qunhe's back. Huang Yunshu closed his eyes subconsciously to avoid this scene. Li Qunhe struggled hard for a moment, blood overflowed from the edge of the knife, and soon blood with foamy powder poured out of his mouth, and finally Large streams of blood flowed from his mouth and pooled under him.

The officials were as weak as chaff, and the people were trembling with fear. They did not dare to retreat or shout. They stood there with their mouths open and did not dare to move.

Mo Lingfeng pulled out his sword and handed it to the soldiers beside him. His eyes shot out of Danfeng's eyes, and he glanced at the officials and people. He walked slowly back to the table and sat down: "Why is there so much food owed? Who can tell me?"

Everyone was silent and silent.

The body was dragged out. Cheng Taishan stepped on the pool of blood and looked at the warehouse manager standing at the front: "You are the warehouse manager. I must know the reason. Tell me."

Cang Chang's legs went weak, he knelt down with a thump and swallowed: "Yes, I am a clean official."

He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead: "The quantities recorded in the official accounts and the calendar are always different from those in the warehouse. When grain and rice are sent from various states, the accounts include additional consumption, noodles, heavy reminders, missing reminders, etc. In fact, it is not the real number of one dendrobium plus one liter. There is always a slight difference at the end of the account. Moreover, the army is stationed here, and soldiers often cheat and steal. This spring, hundreds of warehouses were moved, and there was a lot of depreciation and loss, and so on. "

He wanted to say that this was how he owed a huge sum, but when he saw the blood stains spreading to his palms, he immediately changed his mind: "This is one, and the other is that when moving to a new warehouse this year, the two-year old grain will be bought. Magistrate Jin, Li Zhuanshi and Qi Tongpan worked together to harvest the grains, but the memorials from Sinong Temple were complicated and took months to complete. In order to avoid missing the opportunity, the three of them harvested the grains in advance without waiting for the court's approval, so they were missing these."

Cheng Taishan asked: "Where is the cash register?"

The warehouse manager whispered: "No."

Mo Lingfeng knocked on the table: "What?"

The warehouse manager shuddered and raised his voice: "They always make a profit before giving cash to the buyer!"

Cheng Taishan looked at Zhizhou and Tongpan and sneered: "So you two are still doing business without capital, Gao!"

There was hatred in the eyes of the people.

Nomad Qing held three bamboo tubes in his hands, stepped out of the yamen threshold, and placed them on the table. Mo Lingfeng grabbed a handful of rice. The rice grains were dusty, yellow, and insect-eaten. There were more broken rice than whole rice. , some are even red.

The same is true for soybeans and chestnuts. Soybean curd was the most damaged. Just when it was moved from the grain cellar to the bamboo elevator, maggots kept crawling out of it and climbed to the edge of the elevator and fell on the table.

Mo Lingfeng dumped the liter of soybeans on the ground: "The warehouse manager's words are untrue. What comes out of the granary is more than two years old grain. Why is the new grain missing and the old grain is here?"

The warehouse manager's face was ashen and he replied: "It is reported in the memorial that the old rice is being sold, but in fact it is taking away the new grain."

"Evil as a jackal!" Huang Yunshu couldn't help but open his eyes and cursed. (End of chapter)