A certain master once said that stud is a kind of wisdom.
Chen Ping agreed with this point of view, but the timing of stud is still open to question. For example, if a desperate gambler like Pi Xiu is now stud, ordinary people would not choose to follow it.
After all, there are too many uncertain factors, and it is easy to accidentally overturn the car on the spot.
But Chen Ping disagreed, because from a certain perspective, he had no choice.
As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes. When the enemy and we are evenly matched, it will be very important who can win over the neutral side. If Chen Ping takes a step back, Pixiu will take a step forward. Lingzhou will be full of competition. Everyone will lose, and all the efforts he has put in before will be in vain.
Now that the chess game has reached this point, there is naturally no way out.
As for his methods, they are actually Jiulongtang and Tianxiang Pavilion. If Chen Ping had absolute certainty and confidence to hold Pixiu in Qianzhou, he would be able to bring in enough food to last him to death no matter how big his appetite was. Pixiu.
It's just that this is Lingzhou. Although Qianzhou is adjacent to Lingzhou, the time required to mobilize a large amount of food is obviously not enough.
So the confidence when he spoke to Yang Anguo was actually Chen Ping's show. After all, he couldn't let his coach get discouraged just after the game started, right?
Fortunately, he had persuaded Mulu Chieftain first, so Yang Anguo did not doubt his words, but chose to believe them.
"Brother Zhao, please hurry up and go to Qianzhou. You must collect a batch of grain and transport it to Lingzhou as soon as possible."
Zhao Jin nodded heavily when he heard this, and then became worried again.
"I'm afraid I can't leave at this time, right? If Pi Xiu..."
Chen Ping knew what Zhao Jin was worried about, so he grabbed his wrist and said firmly: "Believe me, Brother Zhao, your going to Qianzhou will be more useful than staying in Lingzhou!"
"Besides, don't I still have Brother Luo and Nangong Daxia here?"
Zhao Jin pondered for a moment, thinking about the pros and cons, and couldn't help but ask as he walked out.
"Brother Nangong's words..."
Luo Li's voice suddenly sounded at this moment, taking over Zhao Jin's words.
"Nangong, don't worry, he is not someone who dies easily."
Luo Li's figure was half-hidden in the corridor outside the door, his expression still as indifferent as snow. Even though the situation in Lingzhou took a turn for the worse at this time, it did not affect him at all.
Zhao Jin stopped talking. Although he had been with Nangong Ming for several months in Qianlong Mountain, he had never known the true strength of this master.
Now that Luo Li has spoken, he has nothing to worry about.
"Brother Zhao, be careful all the way!"
Chen Ping walked out of the room and shouted, then walked to Luo Li and sat down.
"Brother Luo, I'm afraid you will have to worry a lot more in the next period of time."
Chen Ping smiled bitterly, feeling that he felt sorry for Luo Li. A peerless master like him couldn't be hired with money, and Luo Li didn't take any money from him.
"It's a matter of course, nothing to be pretentious about."
"..."
Chen Ping was a little helpless. Well, he was indeed being hypocritical. If Luo Li was after something yellow or white or had a weak will, why would he follow him to Lingzhou?
But the more Luo Li acted like this, the more interested he became in Luo Li's life experience.
How on earth can one of the world's top players stay with him without asking for any reward?
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In just a few days, the rise in food prices in Lingzhou spread from Congxing Mansion until it affected the entire Lingzhou.
Congxing Fucheng, where the Lingzhou Administrative Office is located, is the source of the worst disaster. All the grain stores in the city are overcrowded these days. The stored grains have been sold out. Every day, anxious people wait in front of the grain stores. .
In the absence of natural disasters such as droughts and floods that reduce production, such horrific scenes can only be caused by man-made disasters.
Ordinary people don't know the whole story. They only know that the government's granary was devoured by fire. News about Lingzhou's food shortage spread in the streets. Seeing neighbors rushing to buy, how can they remain indifferent?
Panic spread quickly, like a plague.
"Fellows and fellow villagers, the food is really sold out. Don't just crowd around here. If the store has the goods, can you still not sell it?"
In front of a grain store, hundreds of people blocked the door. The sound coming from behind the door not only did not make people disperse, but seemed to ignite the anger in the hearts of the people.
"Don't pretend to be dead! Open the door quickly. I saw you hiding several carts of rice in there yesterday!"
"That's right! There's no one like you in the world. You don't even do business. Please open the door quickly!"
"It's too late, grandpa will destroy your store later!"
The shopkeeper, who was standing guard in the store, shrank his head when he heard this, and hurriedly asked the waiter in the store to block the door with something more to prevent it from happening.
"I've sold the grain to you, how can we survive?"
After saying that, the shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and said worriedly: "The government will not come out to rescue the market. If this chaos continues, I am afraid it will cause a civil uprising..."
Similar scenes are staged almost every day in the city of Congxing Prefecture. Although Yang Anguo ordered to send subordinate officials from the yamen to patrol the city every day and urge the people not to blindly buy food, Lingzhou is still rich in food. However, the effect cannot be said to be significant. It can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.
After all, the people in the city knew about the previous fire in the granary. They saw with their own eyes that the government pulled out the carts of grain that had been burned to ashes. Now, unless the carts of grain are pulled out in front of the people, just talking about it is considered bad talk.
It’s useless.
So, did the government bail out the market?
Even if it is saved, it will not be saved.
In the prefect's yamen, Yang Anguo closed his eyes and listened to the reports of his subordinates. He took a long breath and said, "The 50,000 shi of grain that was released did not arrive for two days and the warehouse was cleared. Chen Ping, how is this test?"
"This shows that Pixiu either has money on hand, or someone is helping him."
"The previous bribe to seduce the chieftain was not a small amount, and Pixiu's money was definitely not that much, so..."
Chen Ping looked at Yang Anguo, and the two looked at each other, saying nothing.
Yang Anguo rubbed his brows and said with a troubled expression: "Didn't you also say that you can't attack them now? Do you want to compete with them for money? It's not like you don't know the situation in Lingzhou.
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Chen Ping nodded. Of course he knew that Lingzhou didn't have much money to spend. Not only Lingzhou, the situation was similar in most of the states in Dayu.
He tried hard to recall the memories of his previous life, searched for all kinds of economic knowledge, and picked out a few methods.
"Let's see, my lord, external assistance cannot stop. In addition to the neighboring states, we must also send another urgent message to the governor of Jiangnan. The words must be urgent enough, and then it will be an internal matter."
"If you can't use force against the gentry, then send a letter. For Pixiu, we will attack without sparing any force!"
"Previously they were just smuggling grain, but now they can do this in the name of suppressing the rebels. This matter must be vigorously publicized so that everyone from the officials to the common people in Lingzhou understands that the current status of Pixiu and his gang is unknown.