After the government posted the notice, no "bandits" were seen for several days, so the surrounding rural people put down their vigilance and rushed to tell each other to celebrate that they had escaped another disaster.
At this time, a new notice was posted in front of the prefect's yamen, and at the same time, there were subordinate officials standing aside and announcing loudly.
"At the beginning of last month, a major smuggling case in this state was trapped by thieves and could not be pursued. It was all thanks to Chen Ping and Mr. Chen who came all the way from the capital to help, and the thieves were not allowed to succeed. Mr. Chen is in the spring of this year..."<
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Not long after this bombshell news appeared, people all over the city were shocked and wondered whether the government was talking nonsense.
After all, a person like Huiyuan, a literary star, would come to Lingzhou regardless of the imperial examination in the capital? It is unreasonable to think.
While the people in the city were discussing the matter, in the prefect's Yamen, Yang Anguo picked up a piece of jujube cake and put it into his mouth, saying in a vague voice.
"This is making your identity public. Aren't you afraid of the subsequent repercussions? Moreover, people outside may not believe you if you don't come forward."
Chen Ping agreed with Yang Anguo's words, but this was exactly the result he wanted.
"How can you catch tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's den? Students must tell Pi Xiu clearly that I am in Lingzhou and I haven't left yet."
"As for the people not believing it, this should be good news for Pixiu. You have to give some bait to lure the snake out of its hole, right?"
Chen Ping's expression remained as usual, and his expression remained as if he was talking about his family's shortcomings when speaking.
Pixiu, this bastard who has troubled him for ten years is right in front of him now. What does it mean to risk all these dangers to catch him?
The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light, so what? As long as the flaw is big enough, Chen Ping doesn't believe that Pi Xiu will not take the bait.
Yang Anguo chewed the date cake, looked at Chen Ping carefully, and sighed in his heart, what a courageous person. There are many young people with great ambitions and extraordinary courage, but most of them are careless and unreasonable. The opposite is true for the older people.
This is the first time Yang Anguo has seen someone like Chen Ping who has the best of both worlds in his more than fifty years of life.
From the first time Chen Ping came to Lingzhou and appeared in front of him, to now when Chen Ping helps him solve the crisis, Yang Anguo's perception of Chen Ping has also changed from a scholar who has read the books of sages to a rising star.
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Yang Anguo is a little regretful. If he had been born twenty or thirty years later, he would have been able to catch up with the times and work with talented people like Chen Ping to denounce Fang Qiu and expand his ideals.
It's a pity that he is old.
"When I was young, I didn't have as many tricks up my sleeves as you. They said you came from a poor family in Qianzhou, but you don't seem to have any pure thoughts. You are just a lot of twists and turns."
Yang Anguo hummed twice, leaned over and asked, "Where did they come from? I remember that you studied at Jiangxia Academy, which doesn't teach these things."
Chen Ping pursed his lips, and then corrected him: "The student comes from a farm family in Yongshun County, Qianzhou, and is not from a poor family."
A poor family is also a door, and it is not something that anyone can climb on with their muddy legs. The name of a poor family actually means that they cannot enter the home of farming and reading above the court.
If he really came from a poor family, he would never have had so many ups and downs along the way, and he would have been quickly accepted by the scholars after he became famous, instead of being ignored like he is now, just because he has the reputation of being a master.
Just because he has no foundation, no background, no family to support him, and he is unwilling to devote himself to the daughter of a high-ranking official in the court. An alien like him is naturally ostracized.
Yang Anguo was stunned, and then he apologized seriously: "I didn't mean it, so don't take it to heart."
Chen Ping smiled and agreed. He didn't care about his family background and the like, because his self-confidence came from himself. Being an official in the imperial examination was not for fame and fortune, but for a greater goal.
After all, if it was really just for money, fame, fortune, status, etc., Chen Ping would have been able to live that kind of life just by relying on Tianxiang Pavilion.
However, on the way towards the ambitious goal, there is still a pebble that needs to be cleared away...
It was a sunny and windy day. Not long after the ice and snow in the north had subsided, the chill still remained, but in Lingzhou in the south, it was already a scene full of spring and lush greenery.
The master of the Zheng family, Zheng Canghai, leisurely got off the carriage with his hands behind his back and walked to a building. Looking at the well-guarded granary, Zheng Canghai was very satisfied.
After revealing his identity to the guards, Zheng Canghai was able to enter the warehouse where one hundred thousand stones of grain were stored, but he was the only one who could enter.
"How is the grain stored? Is there any resurgence and germination?"
"If there is any, I have to talk to Mr. Fu Zun about it."
Now that the 100,000 shi of food has been taken over, Zheng Canghai has been worried about this matter, almost to the point of having trouble sleeping and eating. No, within a few days he came to check whether the food was safe.
There is no way, Zheng Canghai will always feel uneasy if he doesn't read it.
Taking the iron spy from the granary guard, Zheng Canghai took a handful of rice with ears and turned it over in the palm of his hand. Although he was a censor before, Zheng Canghai relied on thousands of acres of land at home to support himself during these years. For Zheng Canghai, it is still possible to distinguish the quality of food from bad.
After peeling off the ears of grain, grinding them with his fingertips, and then putting them in his mouth to chew, Zheng Canghai finally came to a conclusion.
This batch of grain is very good!
Now he felt relieved. As long as there was no problem with food, no matter how ugly Yang Anguo's food was, he wouldn't suffer much loss. He could even make a small profit if he could hand it over in time for the lean season next month.
Thinking of this, Zheng Canghai couldn't hide the joy on his face, because these grains were actually just a guide. As long as the matter in Lingzhou was solved perfectly, Chen Ping said afterwards that he could introduce the way to Tianxiang Pavilion.<
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Compared with one hundred thousand shi of food, the weight of Tianxiang Pavilion is obviously more important.
After coming out of the granary, Zheng Canghai happily thought about the good life in the future. Not only was he not affected by the incident in Lingzhou this time, he actually benefited a lot from it.
First, he jumped in time to eliminate the suspicion of being a thief. Second, he took over the business of discounting the grain of 100,000 shi. Third, he established a relationship with Chen Ping, the Huiyuan. Fourth, he opened up a channel for the Zheng family.
New avenues.
After all, this is killing four birds with one stone. In the ten years since Zheng Canghai became an official, it can be said to be the most successful choice!
After a pleasant journey back to the house, Zheng Canghai was as high-spirited and in a good mood as when he was a censor in the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
That night, he made an exception and had a drink. After having a good time, Zheng Canghai fell asleep, but his dream was restless. It seemed that there was always someone making noises beside him.
Suddenly, Zheng Canghai opened his eyes suddenly and realized that something was wrong immediately when he realized that the voice was still there.
"Master, Master!"
"The master is in trouble, the city is in trouble!"
Zheng Canghai was shocked when he heard this. He immediately reacted, "It's not like there was a flood in our house. Why are you shouting so loudly?"
After that, he put on his coat and walked out of the room, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw a hazy red light in the northwest, which was quite dazzling in the night.
Zheng Canghai was stunned. Isn't that location exactly where the granary he went to see during the day?!