For several days, Fang Zhengyi sent people to blow up sand from the soup kitchen outside the city, causing complaints from the victims outside the city.

However, the effect is remarkable. There are fewer people who can barely afford to eat and eat and drink.

In addition, Fang Zheng wanted to eat and drink in different ways every day, and a handful of people in the government office were too lazy to hide it.

I simply let go of the food I had eaten before. Although the food in the house now is not luxurious, it is definitely much better than what Fang Zhengyi ate when he first came here.

Liu Xun looked at Fang Zhengyi with a different kind of appreciation in his eyes.

Such top-notch scumbags are really rare.

However...the greater the shortcomings in human nature, the easier they are to exploit.

On this day, Fang Zhengyi was leisurely eating snacks under the envious eyes of many scribes in the household.

From time to time, someone would swallow a mouthful of saliva, and everyone could see what this man did on weekdays.

Not only does he eat better than others, but he can also make some exquisite snacks every day.

Fortunately, he is picky enough. He usually gets tired of it after just two bites and gives it to others.

Now it's everyone's turn to show off.

Whoever behaves well will generally receive a dessert.

Sure enough, as soon as Fang Zheng took two bites of the jujube cake, he frowned and said, "It's rough... I'll have a sore throat after eating like this."

"Here... let me test you, how long will this granary have enough food for you to grow? If you answer correctly, you can have some snacks!"

"Eighteen days!"

"Eighteen days!"

"Twenty-five days!"

"Huh?" Fang Zheng squinted at the one who said eighteen days.

"Xiao Li, can you still calculate this wrong? Can't you remember the number of grains shipped out every day?"

Xiao Li said with a smile: "Sir, you don't know something. The grain stored in the granary is definitely not enough. Didn't we increase taxes? Today is the day to collect grain from the people!"

"The specific figures haven't been reported yet, but I think I can survive for seven more days!"

"Yeah! That makes sense! This plate of snacks belongs to you, where should we collect food? I have nothing to do, why don't I go out and have a look."

Xiao Li stood up and took the plate of jujube cakes from Fang Zhengyi.

"It's not far from the outskirts of the city. There's one today! You should be able to see it if you walk two or three miles straight out of the city!"

"The last time was a month ago."

Fang Zheng smiled.

After waiting for such a long time, the government finally collected grain. There are still many tricks in it. This time I have to let him see clearly.

"Not bad, I know everything. Then you can go with me for a while!"

Xiao Li stuffed his mouth full of snacks and nodded in agreement.

After eating, the two rode horses to the food collection point outside the city.

At this time, the people who came to weigh the grain had already lined up in a long queue. They all had earth-colored faces and skinny bones. They were dragging a bag of grain in their hands, waiting for the government to finish weighing and take it away.

The grain collector was waving his whip and yelling and cursing at the head of the team.

The people poured the grain in the bag into the official dendrobium and began to weigh it. The official dendrobium had a scale, and where the rice reached indicated how many kilograms it weighed.

When the grain collector saw Fang Zheng arriving, he immediately said with a flattering look on his face: "Master Fang! Why are you here?"

"Well, look, you're busy with your business."

The grain collector nodded and left, returning to continue collecting grain.

Fang Zhengyi and Xiao Li stood aside.

At this time, a woman in a torn dress held her child in her arms and presented her with a bag of grain with a miserable look on her face.

The grain collector poured it into the official dendrobium tree and said loudly: "Remember! Forty-five kilograms, five kilograms missing!"

"Go ahead and submit your household registration! You have three days to complete it!"

The woman's originally dull expression suddenly became vivid.

Grief, anger, pain, and grievance came up all at once.

Crying: "Master! This is impossible! The woman has carefully measured it several times at home. It is absolutely correct. It must be fifty pounds! Can you look at it again? Look at it again?"

The grain collector glanced at the woman and said with a smile: "Okay! The grain collected by the government must be clearly understood and weighed carefully."

Fang Zhengyi squinted at the side.

After the grain collector finished speaking, he raked the grain pile a few times with his hands, kicked it on the grain tree, and said loudly again: "Remember! Thirty-eight kilograms! Twelve kilograms of food shortage!"

The woman felt as if she had been struck by lightning! Tears fell instantly.

There were two tear troughs on his dirty face.

Then he suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, kowtowing all the time, and the child in his arms cried loudly: "Master... Master... it must be wrong, wrong."

"The civilian woman weighed herself at home and it was really fifty pounds...it's not wrong..."

The woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed while repeating those few words over and over again.

The grain collector became impatient: "I've weighed you twice, and you still dare to spread rumors and cause trouble! Get out of here, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

After saying that, the whip flicked and a crack exploded in the air.

The woman seemed not to have heard, kowtowing to herself and mumbling something.

The grain collector's expression changed, and he whipped the whip towards the woman.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he was caught by someone.

Fang Zheng grabbed the grain collector's hand and cursed: "Why are you so fucking anxious! Weigh her again!"

"Fuck! Even if you do things like this, do you still need Mr. Liu's face?"

The grain collector backed away shyly.

Fang Zheng looked down at the woman and said with a smile: "Get up, don't make trouble here, I will help you weigh yourself again."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the official dendrobium. He imitated the grain collector and stirred up the rice pile, and then kicked the official dendrobium.

"Thirty-six pounds!"

Then there was another kick, and the grain sank a little more.

Then the three legs were stuck on the dendrobium in succession, and finally it stopped at 30 pounds and could no longer go down.

"What the hell, is there something wrong with your dendrobium? What do you mean?" Fang Zheng looked at the grain collector in amusement.

The people around were dumbfounded and stared blankly at this strange scene.

The grain collector swallowed, leaned into Fang Zheng's ear and whispered, "Master Fang, please take a step to speak."

Fang Zheng nodded and followed him to a remote place.

The grain collector whispered: "Master Fang, you don't know something. This is what Guan Dendrobium is like."

"That's it? How come the food keeps getting smaller and smaller? Let me see if I can lose weight by throwing it in for you!"

The grain collector was sweating profusely: "These people are cunning and often pass off inferior goods as good ones, so we can only weigh a little more. You know what I mean."

Fang Zheng stared at him and suddenly said loudly: "I don't understand!"

The people around looked over, and the grain collector became even more nervous. "Sir, don't shout! Sir, don't shout! Mr. Liu also knows that we have always done this. You see, you may have just arrived and don't understand the situation."

"You fart! I have a close personal relationship with Mr. Liu, will he not tell me this? I think it's your kid who enriched his own pockets and squandered the food!"

"Tell me, where did the food go?"

The grain collector was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Fang Zheng smiled when he saw him: "It's okay if you don't tell me..."

As he spoke, he rubbed his three fingers vigorously down there.

The grain collector understood the idea and took out an ingot of silver from his arms, two taels!

The next second, a slap appeared on the grain collector's face, giving him a twinge in the eye.

Then Fang Zheng grabbed his collar and said viciously: "You fucking look down on me, don't you?"
Chapter completed!