Emperor Jing He was considering the entire empire, so he was anxious.

Miao Yan was only considering his Imperial Palace, so he was not anxious.

Even if the big grain merchants are now slanderous and the small grain merchants are hesitant to cut corners, even if hundreds of thousands of people fleeing famines are the capital, he is not anxious.

Because he knew that at this time, no matter how generous and kind the emperor was, he would never tolerate these people.

The most priority is the population of tens of millions of people in the Gyeonggi region.

Yesterday, Miao Yan took the time to go to the Jinshui River and the fertile fields on both sides of the Bian River.

I saw thousands of chickens and ducks eating locusts happily, and the fields were reduced by a lot in a short while.

The people were so excited that they knelt down for him.

According to this situation, at least 30% of the food, or even more, can be left to the people.

The situation near the capital is much better than the rest of the Gyeonggi area.

This is because the capital is much richer. Many people raise more than one or two chickens and ducks, and more than one or two of them are concentrated, so their power is naturally greater than that of other places.

Miao Yan, who was happy to come back, felt that his bad luck seemed to be over.

Sure enough, today he received the order from Emperor Jinghe.

After seeing off Zhao Shou who came here in person, Miao Yan called his subordinate Sun Rui.

Sun Rui is also a scholar of the Legalists, but the imperial examinations are not successful, so he has been stuck in the scholars and cannot go further.

So he gritted his teeth and went to the Imperial Courtyard to work as a tiny official in the fight.

By chance, Sun Rui was appreciated by Miao Yan, a student of the Legalists. After a few years, he had stood behind Miao Yan and was the most trusted official of Miao Yan, equivalent to Miao Yan's secretary.

Although the official is only in the seventh rank, Sun Rui actively advises Miao Yan to check for shortcomings and fill in the gaps, making Miao Yan do many things beautifully.

Compared to Miao Yan, Sun Rui has a slightly gentle personality and is more meticulous when planning things, but Sun Rui will not let anyone go of those who should be killed.

"How is the surveillance on Zheng Fuzhang?" Miao Yan asked directly.

"Everything is under control." Sun Rui said, "They are now even more unscrupulous. They transported 17000 shi of grain to sell a few days ago, and yesterday they were only about 1500 shi at most."

"good!"

Miao Yan nodded, "Tomorrow morning, order all the troops and let's start taking action!"

"Can you start?" Sun Rui was excited.

"Well, Your Majesty has agreed." Miao Yan said: "Let us do a big fight and let these profiteers know that there are still laws between heaven and earth!"

"right!"

Sun Rui sneered, and then said: "They can't even be half of Prince Yu, and they are vain to live so old!"

"There are not many people in this world who can compare with Prince Yu!" Miao Yan said lightly, and his mind returned to the afternoon conversation he had in the imperial study room before.

Prince Yu was only sixteen years old and had such talent. In time, he would be more than enough to be a prime minister.

What a pity.

How can such talents come from the royal family?

...

No words all night.

The next day, it was not dawn, but at the hour of Yin, there was already queue to enter the city at the gate of the Imperial Palace.

Dakang Dynasty was very tolerant of farmers selling some vegetables, meat, fruits, vegetables, etc. and did not have to pay commercial taxes.

But for those things sold by businesses, taxes must be paid.

Every time the goods shipped by the merchant will be counted by a few small officials from the yamen at the city gate, and the quantity and amount of goods will be written on the merchant's signature and postponed, and each will be deposited.

By the end of each month, the merchants will take these orders and go to various yamen offices of the Ministry of Revenue to pay taxes.

If there is tax evasion, you will be severely punished.

Of course, this is not completely rigorous. Many merchants in the Dakang Dynasty were evading taxes, and the court also had a headache about this matter.

Come back to your eyes.

Today, the grain from the "Dayun Business" was also out of the warehouse at this time and was ready to be transported to various shops in the Gyeonggi area.

Their warehouse is only about forty miles away from the capital. It takes a lot of time to transport it to various parts of the capital, but it is very convenient to transport it to the vicinity of the capital.

The richest person in the Gyeonggi area is the Imperial Palace, and their shops are naturally the most.

The convoy had not yet walked out of a mile and the horse team had not yet parted ways. Suddenly, a torch lit up not far ahead.

"Stand in place and don't move!"

"The police yamen in the Imperial Court has stood up for me!"

"Bold! Tell you not to move! You are still driving away?"

Amid a loud noise, the policemen wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Palace Police Office surrounded the entire convoy tightly, either riding horses or walking.

Originally, Wu Hao, the head of the escort convoy, saw so many people rushing over, and thought it was a bandit, so he wanted to escape immediately.

As a result, when he heard that it was the Imperial Court Office, he was not in a hurry.

However, when Wu Hao saw a black-faced middle-aged man wearing a third-rank official robe coming towards him, he felt that he should be anxious.

How is it normal for Miao Yan and Miao Heizi to go out to block the horse team?

He wanted to wave his hand and ask someone to go back to report to the third master, but found that he was surrounded and the torch was illuminated clearly, and there was no hope of slipping away.

Miao Yan had no intention of talking to the group of people at all, and directly ordered: "Please carry out all the food bags and put them into the cloak in bags."

Wu Hao's heart was thrilled, and he quickly met him, and said shyly: "Mr. Miao, why are you here in person? If you have anything, our Master Zheng San should visit you in person!"

Miao Yan looked up at him and snorted coldly, "I know that this grain team belongs to Zheng Laosan, and he is the one who checked today!"

While speaking, a group of yamen runners squeezed the men and laborers away, went into the carriage of the carriage, and carried bags of food.

Originally, Wu Hao thought that Miao Yan was just crazy and wanted to use this food to help the victims.

Anyway, I can't stop it, so it's better to behave yourself and give it to him generously for the Third Master.

After all, it’s Miao Heizi, and few people can afford to mess with him.

As a result, Wu Hao was disheartened and saw that after the yamen runners carried the food out, they did not throw it directly on their own car, but used a knife to cut the food bags open, allowing the food to flow into the cloak.

The yamen runners did not do it occasionally, but made every bag of grain like this, whether it was rice or wheat flour.

"What are you doing...what do?" Wu Hao rushed up directly, "This is food! You can't waste it!!"

A yamen runner kicked him out directly.

Then two yamen runners came immediately and tied him up.

So Wu Hao could only watch the yamen runners open up all the two thousand stones of food and pour it into hundreds of large special cloaks.

During this period, there were yelling sounds of yamen runners from time to time.

“There are stones here!”

“There are also here!”

"What a big piece!"

"Ph! I'm so heartless!"

The yamen runners cursed and found stones of different sizes from bags to bags of grain.

Even the youngest one is bigger than a child's head.

"No wonder my wife said that the queue has been getting longer and longer in the past few days, but it seems that it is selling faster and faster. So that's how it is!"

A yamen runner suddenly realized the Tao.

The yamen runners are all low-level figures, so of course they understand what this means.

Isn’t it just to use stones to pretend to be rice and wheat flour to sell less?

Lord Miao and they discussed selling 2,000 stones of grain a day, but now they only sell 1,800, 1,500, or even less. So much more hidden?

Grain merchants are so happy that they can leave more food so that they can sell it at a high price in the future.

But the common people were suffering. They could not buy food at a high price, so they could only buy food that was ridiculously high.

Is it easy for ordinary people to make money?

The yamen runners, including the yamen runners of the Imperial Capital Government, have a salary of twenty-four taels of silver per year, which is the kind of person who has high salaries to support integrity.

The yamen runners in other areas range from ten to twenty taels, but they are definitely well-off in accordance with local prices.

Coupled with the various normal small extra money in this industry, the yamen runners of the Imperial Court can get almost fifty taels of silver a year.

If you take more, you must be careful of being reported by others and directly removed from your post, and even your descendants will not be able to become yamen runners anymore.

Considering that the blessings last for future generations, most people are still very regular and dare not greedy for taking more money for a while and ruin their entire family.

Even if there are fifty taels of silver a year, their family will have to eat, drink, defecate, and help poor relatives. They will also cost money for official exchanges... etc., and there are many places to spend money.
To be continued...