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Chapter 261

When a long line of grain trucks entered the city, almost everyone in Yan'an Fucheng was excited.

As if Song Gun was afraid that the people in the city would not know about this, he made the convoy filled with grain trucks drive around most of the city, and then slowly entered the treasury, and the major grain stores in Yan'an Prefecture

The price of grain fell directly that day. Although the drop was not very large, it only dropped from three taels and eight taels of silver per stone to three taels and five taels. However, this was enough to show that these grains coming from outside

How much stimulation did it have to the soldiers and civilians in Yan'an Prefecture?

In the next half month, almost every three or two days, a convoy carrying grain would arrive, and then these convoys would leave with the salt produced in the salt farm. The price of grain also dropped all the way, until it dropped to almost two taels of silver.

When one stone falls, it can no longer fall.

And the price of this grain is already the price of grain in a good year. In today's disaster year, we can still buy grain at this price. This cannot be described as a miracle.

The reputation of Song Gun, the prefect of Yan'an Prefecture, has skyrocketed, and the government's credibility has reached its highest level in history. To put it bluntly, if the imperial court wants to transfer Song Gun now, no matter whether Song Gun is willing or not

If you are willing, the people in Yan'an Mansion will not let Song Gun leave.

In such a calamity year, to be able to find such a good official who loves the people like a son and is capable, how much merit has the ancestors accumulated to be able to do such a thing!

As for the officers and soldiers from the capital who were guarding the city, they were simply ignored by the people in the city. Even though many of them knew that there seemed to be a lot more of these officers and soldiers in the city. However, these officers and soldiers did not disturb the people and even helped the defenders.

The city is naturally the result of the prefect. Don't think about how grateful the people in this city are to these officers and soldiers.

If it weren't for the magistrate's hard work, how could these officers and soldiers come to Yan'an Mansion? Yes, that's right, all the credit belongs to the magistrate alone.

However, how do the people evaluate themselves? Although Song Gun enjoys it very much, it is a pity that he knows his own affairs. The fact that he can still be here peacefully and be the great master of Qingtian has nothing to do with his ability. What he did

The most correct thing to do was to lure Nanhaiwei to his own city. How things would develop from then on? In fact, he was treating a dead horse in front of a living horse.

Therefore, nowadays, Song Gun basically responds to Nanhaiwei's requests.

Nanhaiwei wanted some land and shops in the city to accommodate grain merchants from other places, and Song Gun personally handled this matter; Nanhaiwei wanted to expand the camp and place new soldiers and horses, and Song Gun personally recruited young people to build construction projects. As for the labor force,

What happened was that he organized a group of people to go to the military camp every two days. The Nanhaiwei Company no longer relied on Yan'an Mansion for food and salary. It seemed that he could only lower his profile again, hoping that the other party would feel comfortable here in Yan'an Mansion.

He even organized groups of brothel girls from Yan'an Prefecture to go to the military camp. Unfortunately, this matter was stopped by Xu Qianshi from the beginning. A group of gorgeous brothel girls even blocked the entrance of the military camp.

After failing to get in, he was driven away by the people sent by Xu Qianshi. This surprised Song Gun. There were thousands of vigorous men in this camp. Don't they have any needs in this regard?

In short, the air of panic that has enveloped Yan'an Mansion for more than half a month has finally begun to slowly dissipate, and Yan'an Mansion is like a frightened little girl. After the fright, it has begun to slowly

Slowly it became angry.

Food came in from outside and brought this news out. After Song Gun was in a happy mood for several days, he finally came to his government office and saw the person he least wanted to see at this time.

"Hong Shenzheng, I am definitely not lying to you. The remaining grain in the government treasury is less than one hundred dan now. It is really impossible to prepare food and fodder for the border army!"

"This is not a matter of money or lack of money. All the people in this city like me need to eat and drink. In this situation, money cannot be used as food. If there is really no food, these people will cause chaos!"

Faced with the return of the Governor of the Trilateral Governor's Office, Song Gun's face couldn't be more painful: "I really can't help you. How about Hong Shenzheng go to other states and counties to ask?"

"If you say that, it's boring!" Hong Chengchou showed a look of displeasure on his face: "Before coming to Mr. Song's government office, I sent people to the food shops in the city to inquire about today's food supply.

The price is two liang and one stone. It is said that the government has issued a message that as long as there is money, this grain can be obtained as much as you want!"

"Rumors, absolutely rumors!" Song Gun shook his head repeatedly: "Although the government treasury releases food, you can't buy it casually if you have money. Every household can buy as much as they want every day, and the government offices have it.

The purpose of the regulations is to prevent people from hoarding, so this is really not a matter of money!"

"One thousand shi, one thousand shi of grain!" Hong Chengchou ignored Song Gun's bitter face and raised a finger: "Give me one thousand shi of grain, and I guarantee that the border troops will no longer collect grain from your Yan'an mansion this year...

"

"Really not..."

"If Mr. Song must sit back and watch the border army's food shortage, then Hong can only report it to the governor and forcefully send troops and horses to collect food!" Hong Chengchou said in a deep voice: "I don't care where your Yan'an government's food comes from, I just

You know, the only one who can collect a thousand shi of food within a radius of several hundred miles is your Yan'an Prefecture!"

"A thousand stones!" Song Gun jumped up when he heard the sound: "Why don't you grab it? It will come faster this way!"

"I'm just robbing!" Hong Chengchou looked at him sideways: "I initially said I wanted to buy it, but Mr. Song refused, but I have my duty, and the soldiers are waiting for my army rations to go back to fill their stomachs, so that the court can be lowered than outside.

That group of Tatars, so if Mr. Song doesn’t sell it, I can only rob it!”

"Hong Chengchou doesn't even want to lose his face?" Song Gun's face darkened: "Aren't you afraid that I will report to the court and severely impeach you for your lawlessness?"

"You impeach yours and I rob mine, these are two different things!" Hong Chengchou replied with a smile on his face: "I am originally responsible for supervising food and participating in politics. I can also join you, Mr. Song. I have food in my hands but it is for personal gain."

Hoarding, anyway, whoever the court believes will depend on who speaks louder!"

He grinned with his teeth widened and said, "Lord Song will not think that at this time, your Shaanxi Chief Envoy will speak louder than our Governor-General of the Governor's Mansion on the three sides!"

"Then you go and rob!" Song Gun's face changed for a long time, and finally he raised his head: "Let me remind you that in my Yan'an Mansion, there are Beijing guards stationed there. If you set up troops to plunder in the city,

When the time comes and something happens, no one can protect you!"

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