Time quietly entered August, and this continuous rainstorm still remained the same.

Compared with the other three prefectures, the situation in Leizhou Prefecture seems much normal. Although some rice merchants also want to make a disaster, Lin Lei Gong’s reputation is here, they dare not really do anything randomly, and the increase in rice prices is at a normal level.

At this point, Leizhou City performed relatively eye-catchingly, and also allowed people to experience the strong side of Lin Lei Gong.

However, merchants are naturally chasing profits, and most rice merchants are unwilling to accept this. Although they dare not follow Lin Lei Gong on the surface, they did not obey the government's call for affordable grain and chose to sell and wait and see.

They were waiting for the joint rice shop to run out, waiting for all the rice in Leizhou government office to be consumed, and even waiting for Lin Lei Gong to beg them to sell grain, thus making huge profits openly.

The same is true. Life is quietly moving in this slightly depressing atmosphere, and the rice price also rises slowly, causing a larger haze to be shrouded in the entire Leizhou Prefecture.

Huazhou City, the capital of Huazhou Prefecture, has a history of thousands of years. In the seventh year of Hongwu, Huazhou Prefecture was demoted to a prefecture, and the two counties of Wuchuan and Shicheng were transferred to Gaozhou Prefecture.

In recent days, Huazhou has also been affected by floods, and a large number of refugees have flocked to Huazhou City, and the rice price has risen to one stone, causing the people in Huazhou City to complain.

Another group of refugees flocked into Huazhou City, with disheveled faces like beggars. But at this time, an out of place figure rode out of the North City Gate on a fast horse and slapped the horse towards Lishan.

When I arrived at the bottom of Lishan Mountain, I soon saw an antique temple. The temple was named Nanshan Temple. It was built in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and its incense has always been prosperous and is well-known throughout western Guangdong.

This servant seemed very familiar with the monks in the temple. He handed the horse directly to the little novice monk, quickly stepped onto the stone steps, passed the back of the hall, and directly entered the backyard of the temple.

Several strong guards guarded the gate of a courtyard. After seeing the servant, they immediately let him go. When they entered the courtyard, the servant followed the quiet path to the stone steps, and a man who looked like a housekeeper was waiting here resolutely.

The servant nodded to the butler, and then followed the butler to quickly walk into the hall.

But I saw that the hall was very lively, with more than a dozen merchants wearing silk and satin gathering here, eating pastries and drinking tea here.

If someone with some knowledge is here, he will inevitably be surprised. Because the gatherings here are all famous gentry from western Guangdong. In addition to rice merchants from all over the country, there are also some big landlords in western Guangdong, all of whom are well-known people.

Seeing the butler leading the servant in, the squire immediately stopped talking and their eyes fell on the servant. Several people asked anxiously: "How is the rice price market outside?"

"Reply to the words of all the masters!" The servant bowed to everyone first, then took out an envelope and handed it to a well-dressed official and said respectfully: "This is the rice price in various cities in western Guangdong. Please ask Mr. Zheng to take a look!"

Zheng Menfu was over 40 years old and tall, and he was in his prime. He was the largest rice merchant in Gaozhou Prefecture. He reached out to take the envelope without hesitation. After confirming that the fire paint was fine, he tore it apart impatiently.

Some gentry came over to watch with anxiety, while some gentry sat upright and continued to use tea, but they couldn't help but pay attention to Zheng Menfu's expression, thus judging whether the news was happy or sad.

Since the outbreak of the food crisis, their group of people have come here one after another. Of course, they are not drinking tea and eating pastries, but are planning to make a big fortune together and intend to make a big fortune.

Facing the local government, especially the powerful officials like Lin Lei Gong came out of western Guangdong. One person is inevitably afraid of his own hands, but it is a different matter if we join forces.

In the end, they still couldn't help but feel ready and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity that was rare in a century.

However, they did not feel good during this period and suffered a lot.

In order to keep everyone in line, everyone is not allowed to contact the outside world easily, even their close relatives. In addition to preventing the news from leaking, it also prevents someone from turning against each other and leaving the market for profit and breaking the overall layout.

Now, their daily news comes from this servant, and they learn about the rice market in various cities in western Guangdong.

The continued rise of the rice market proves that everything is going according to their plan; if the rice market falls, it is a bad news, proving that something has changed.

As soon as he thought of this, the squire staying on the chair looked at Zheng Menfu nervously, trying to see the good and bad news from his face.

"Okay! Very good!" Zheng Menfu suddenly applauded excitedly, then faced everyone's puzzled eyes, raised the paper in his hand and said happily: "Guangzhou Prefecture is still three taels and one stone, but Lianzhou City is already three taels and three cents, one percent higher than Guangzhou City."

In the entire western Guangdong region, Lianzhou City was the most affected. Due to the siltation of the Nanliu River estuary, the flooding situation was more serious than that in other places. However, the Fuchangping Warehouse was also incurred by fire.

It is precisely because of this that the rice prices in Lianzhou City seem to have become a popular target for rice prices in western Guangdong, and nearby prefectures and counties are in line with the rice prices in Lianzhou City.

"Okay! Very good!"

"This... is amazing!"

"It seems that the rice price can really rise by 4 taels per stone!"

...

Hearing this news, more than a dozen squires raised their fists with their tight clenched tightly, their faces filled with excitement.

Rice prices in western Guangdong seem to have skyrocketed due to floods, but the biggest boost is that they join forces to stock up on rice and grain, which has caused a more shortage of rice and grain in western Guangdong.

Once the rice price reaches 4 taels per stone, if they lose all of them at this price, ten thousand stones can earn at least 30,000 stones more, and ten thousand stones will have a profit of more than 300,000 stones.

Thinking of the huge profit that seemed to be within reach and the big cake of hundreds of thousands of taels made everyone very excited and had stronger confidence in this temporary alliance.

"Where is the rice price in Leizhou City?" A rice merchant from Leizhou City suddenly asked.

The sound was very abrupt and out of place, causing the smiles on many people to freeze as soon as they appeared.

If they were most afraid of, they were naturally the one who was decisive and decisive, and this person had great variables. Even now, the rice price in Guangzhou City has been hyped up, while Leizhou Prefecture is still one or two or one yuan, which is half the cheaper than Guangzhou Prefecture.

Zheng Menfu suddenly felt anger in his heart, and glared at the man fiercely, then suppressed his anger and said lightly, "It will be a matter of time before the rice price in Leizhou City rises! By the way, where is Mr. Jiang? Why haven't he arrived yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone looking outside the door and smiling, "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao, Mr. Jiang is here!"

But on the path in the courtyard, Jiang Yuanwai, wearing a simple white Confucian robe, walked towards him. He looked good and had more Confucian spirit than ordinary merchants. He was worthy of being a businessman.

As Jiang Yuebai won the Jinshi, Jiang Yuebai became Xu Jie's grandson-in-law, which led to the rise of Jiang Yuanwai's status. Not to mention local officials, even Wang Jin-chan, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, would give him some shame.

The reason why they gathered here is because Jiang Yuanwai was the leader of this temporary alliance.

Looking at the entire western Guangdong, it seems that only Jiang Yuanwai has the capital to confront Lin Leigong. Of course, Jiang Yuanwai is still a gangster after all, and he needs to add a little bit of bargaining chips.

Huh?

The reason why everyone is waiting here is not only waiting for news about the rice price, but also waiting for Mr. Jiang. Because Mr. Jiang would recommend someone to them today, claiming to be a very important person, but looking at the officials who came with Mr. Jiang, everyone's brows immediately frowned deeply.

Although they did not know this middle-aged official who should have come from Guangzhou City, they could not help but feel disappointed when they saw the middle-aged official wearing a seventh-rank official uniform.

"Isn't it just a joke to us?"

The gentry looked at the middle-aged official who was not good-looking, and their eyes fell back to Mr. Jiang, hoping to see a clue from Mr. Jiang's face. Even if the governor Wang Bai cannot be found, he must be the prosecutor. How could he be a small seventh-rank sesame official?

"please!"

Yuanwai Jiang followed the seventh-grade official to the threshold. Yuanwai Jiang made an invitation to make the seventh-grade official advanced.

This seventh-rank official was not proud of himself. He first followed Mr. Jiang to make a polite statement, then grabbed the hem of the official uniform skirt, then stepped in, showing a bit of majesty.

When Mr. Jiang came in and saw everyone's expressions, he seemed to have guessed something. He smiled slightly on his face and then solemnly introduced: "I will introduce you to you. This is Xu, the Guangdong Censor who took office at the beginning of this year!"

Ah? The inspector's censor?

A curious expression appeared on Zheng Menfu and others' faces at first, and then there was a look of shock. Looking at the unpretentious seventh-rank official, his heart was also suspended.

Some people even stared at their eyes, as if their eyes were about to protrude.

The Ming Dynasty censor system consisted of six departments, the Censors of the Censorate, and the Censors of the Censorate, with the number of people generally around 200. The Censors of the Censors had thirteen supervisors, impeached hundreds of officials, defended their injustice, and promoted various officials, and were officials of the emperor's eyes and discipline.

Among the thirteen supervisory censors below, three censors are the most valuable.

One is the fourth-rank official and the left and right censor, who serves as the governor, such as the Guangdong Governor Wang Jin; the other is the censor, who is responsible for the assessment of student personnel in the province, such as the censor Li Guangzu; the third is the censor, who is the inspector, who is the inspector, who is the inspector, who is the relevant censor, who is the inspector, who is the relevant censor, who is the inspector, who is the relevant censor, who is the inspector, who is the relevant censor, who is the inspector, who is the relevant censor, who is the inspector, supervises and handles officials and related affairs in a province.

Now, Mr. Jiang has invited the inspector's censor, and his face is very high. For example, Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang, who is now extremely powerful, was appointed as the inspector's censor of Zhejiang five years ago, and he was just a seventh-rank official.

"I have met Lord Xu Xun!" After everyone knew the identity of this seventh-rank official, they saluted respectfully.

Xu Ji enjoyed everyone's shocked reaction and raised his hand gently and said, "You don't have to be polite!"

Xu Ji, or Xu Zhongji, was a senior member of the Jinshi in the 32nd year of Jiajing. Although he had a relatively low Jinshi background, he could not resist a relative who was the second assistant of the dynasty.

He was initially appointed as the Censor of the Supervisory Censor, and later promoted to the Guangdong Inspectorate. Although he is only a seventh-rank official, his status and power are not low at all. Most officials in prefectures and counties have to kneel down to greet him.

In particular, Wang Jin was appointed as the right assistant censor and governor of Guangdong, but Wang Jin also had two more prominent titles of Minister of War and Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, and was fully responsible for the military and government affairs of Guangdong and Guangxi, and naturally he would rely more on him for supervision.

In addition, he and Wang Jin also belong to the Xu Party, so he did not have to worry that Wang Jin would restrain him. Even Wang Jin was a great helper and his strong backing.

The same is true. Xu Ji's status is more powerful than that of the general inspector and censor, and many local officials have to flatter him.

"Please sit down!" Jiang Yuanwai raised his hand respectfully, wanting to take him to the first seat.

"No, this inspector is a guest. Today I am here to listen. You don't have to pay attention to me!" Xu Ji raised his hand and refused flatly, then walked straight to the second seat and sat down.

Everyone looked at each other, but without saying much, they greeted Mr. Jiang respectfully.

At this moment, all doubts disappeared. Mr. Jiang was able to carry out this great Buddha, so that they were full of confidence and had great confidence in the next plan.

Zheng Menfu did not dare to be entrusted in front of Mr. Jiang, and respectfully handed the information he had just received to Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang glanced at him and handed the paper to Xu Ji.

Xu Ji did not answer, raised his hand and refused decisively, "This inspector heard that Leizhou Prefecture has many illegal activities, and some people mobilized the military forces of the garrison for personal gain without authorization. This time, they came to inspect the customs and punish relevant officials and soldiers, and ignored all other matters!"

As soon as this said, the gentry present was not disappointed, but instead felt a burst of ecstasy. However, he did not expect that Xu Ji would be so straightforward. He came here to deal with Lin Lei Gong this time.

Mr. Jiang saw that he did not take the paper and knew that Xu Ji was not greedy, but a cautious expression. He immediately smiled at everyone and said, "It is the blessing of our people in western Guangdong who can eliminate the great evil for our people in western Guangdong. We have to contribute our strength and money. What can you do?"

While speaking, Mr. Jiang secretly gave everyone two fingers, and the meaning was self-evident.

"As it is!"

"This is natural!"

"Haha... If we can get rid of this evil, we will naturally help us!"

...

The gentry naturally heard the Chinese words of Mr. Jiang, and even understood the meaning of the two fingers, and immediately expressed their joy.

Xu Ji took the teacup he brought up and looked at the scene with satisfaction, with a smile on his face.

Although Lin Ran is not a local official, his Wen Kui's reputation is too high and he is a famous figure in the Ming Dynasty. If he can bring him down, he will undoubtedly add a lot of political chips to himself, and he will definitely be able to directly govern the local government after the expiration of the assessment.

Of course, there are certain political risks to bring down Lin Ran. First, Lin Ran was the Minister of Rites Wu Shan, and then Lin Ran was deeply grateful for the holy grace, and he was also somewhat capable.

But these consequences are not so important relative to the huge benefits obtained, especially the coveted silver.

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