This letter was sent by Zhang Liang to Jiangnan, and then Yuan Caiwei sent someone to take a fast boat to the East China Sea.
The letter probably means that a Jiangnan grain merchant sued the Jinchuan Chamber of Commerce for plundering and buying grain without paying.
According to Dakang regulations, the government has the right to seal property involved in lawsuits.
As a result, almost all of Jin Feng's granaries in Xichuan were sealed.
In other words, Jin Feng had been busy for several months, but it was all in vain.
The other party's main purpose was to prevent Jin Feng from opening a warehouse to release grain.
In this way, the food they stocked up in advance can be sold at a high price.
Zhang Liang said in the letter that as the temperature continues to drop, the cold disaster in Sichuan and Sichuan has become increasingly serious.
There is an endless stream of people going to Damangpo to beg for food every day, and the number is increasing.
There is still a lot of food in Damangpo, but now that the five thousand Zhenxi Army and tens of thousands of refugees have to eat with Zhang Liang, and the granary has been sealed, Zhang Liang does not dare to easily distribute the food from the Zhenxi Army to the people.
I can only watch them starve to death.
"Aren't they afraid of retribution when they earn such shady money?"
Tang Xiaobei looked at Zhang Liang's description in the letter, and tears flowed from his eyes.
"As long as there is profit, they don't care if the steamed buns are stained with human blood!"
Jin Feng said worriedly: "I don't know what Xichuan is like now."
It took many days for Zhang Liang's letter to reach Jiangnan, then to the East China Sea, and finally to himself.
Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, Jin Feng really can't imagine what kind of situation Damanang Slope will be like.
"I'm more worried about Xihewan." Tang Xiaobei said, "I don't know if these people have done anything to the village!"
"They dare!" Jin Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Whoever dares to touch Xihewan, I will destroy them all even if they rebel!"
Now that he, Tang Xiaobei, Zhang Liang, and Han Feng are no longer in the village, only Guan Xiaorou and Tang Dongdong are left in charge.
Guan Xiaorou is a soft-tempered person who silently endures being suppressed by Tang Xiaobei, a concubine. Jin Feng does not expect her to be the leader.
Tang Dongdong had his own ideas, but he had been busy working in the textile factory and had no control over the overall situation.
Across the world, Tang Dongdong usually did not interfere with the Escort Bureau and the Chamber of Commerce at all. He might not even know the operating modes of the Escort Bureau and the Chamber of Commerce.
Under the current circumstances, it is really difficult for her to take over temporarily.
"Master, don't worry, maybe we are overthinking."
Tang Xiaobei saw that Jin Feng's eyebrows were almost condensed into knots, and quickly comforted him: "Jinchuan is Qinghou's fiefdom after all. No matter how arrogant the other party is, he still has to give face to the Qing family."
"I hope so, otherwise we might really rebel!"
Jin Feng took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.
"Sir, don't blame me for talking too much. With a court like Dakang, you might as well rebel."
Da Liu looked around and saw no one else, and whispered: "If you become emperor, I guarantee you will be ten thousand times stronger than the current emperor!"
"Just talk about it in the tent. Don't talk nonsense when you go out!"
Jin Feng frowned and reminded.
"Sir, this is not nonsense. We now have the Zhenyuan Army. After training for a while, the old soldiers of the imperial court will not be able to stop us. We can fight all the way to the capital!"
Da Liu said: "If you dominate the world, it will be a good thing for the world!"
When Tang Xiaobei heard this, his eyes sparkled.
If Jin Feng becomes emperor, she will be a noble concubine.
"Da Liu, it is easy to conquer the world, but it is difficult to dominate the world. And Dakang is not as unbearable as you said."
Jin Feng said: "Believe it or not, if we reach the capital, countless Qinwang troops will appear in the world immediately. At that time, we will become the target of public criticism and be besieged by all the princes and officials in the world!
Do you think that a mere 5,000 Zhenyuan Army, all new recruits, can fight against the entire world?
Moreover, the Chen family has been emperor for hundreds of years, and members of the royal family are spread all over the world. If we kill the emperor, these members of the royal family will definitely proclaim themselves emperors, or they will be supported by careerists and become emperors.
At that time, there will be smoke everywhere, the world will be in chaos, and the people will be even more difficult than now!"
Hearing this, Da Liu suddenly nodded, but muttered: "Then you just talked about rebellion, which made me excited for nothing."
"I'm talking about rebellion, not killing the emperor."
Jin Feng said: "For example, if I go back and find out that a high-ranking official is behind the scenes, I can kill him.
This is also a rebellion, but it will not be a target of public criticism. At most, the emperor will send some people to Jinchuan to encircle and suppress us."
"That's okay. It's better than having to act based on people's faces and feeling cowardly, right?" Da Liu asked.
"You are right, this is indeed a relief, and I believe we can definitely defend Jinchuan, but have you never thought about what to do in the future?"
Jin Feng said: "Now our Jinchuan Chamber of Commerce can do business all over the world, and we can earn cartloads of copper coins and various supplies from outside every day.
Once we rebel, we will definitely be sealed in Jinchuan by the emperor, and then we will become fish in a stagnant pond.
How many people are there in the entire Jinchuan, and how big is the place? Even if everyone comes to help us fight, how many people can there be?"
In addition to being too busy being an emperor, this was also one of the main reasons why Jin Feng never rebelled.
His foundation is still too thin.
A clever woman can't make a meal without rice. Jinchuan's territory is too small. Once trapped and killed in Jinchuan, even if Jin Feng has great abilities, he won't be able to use them without enough resources.
For example, now, the iron ore used in Xihewan is basically transported from places hundreds of miles away.
Saltpeter for making grenades and magnesium for making flash bombs are produced further away.
Fighting means burning money and fighting for resources. If we are trapped in Jinchuan, the supplies accumulated in Xihewan will be burned out quickly.
When the time comes, he doesn't even have the steel to make a heavy crossbow, so how can he still fight?
Hearing what Jin Feng said, Tang Xiaobei and Da Liu suddenly nodded.
"I hope it doesn't come to this."
Tang Xiaobei sighed helplessly.
"It depends on what those gentlemen did." Da Liu also sighed.
"What they do is their business, and we have to prepare for the worst."
Jin Feng took the pen and paper and lay down on the small table to write quickly.
"Send this letter to Brother Liang, and send this letter back to Xihewan."
Jin Feng stamped his seal on the note and handed it to Liu: "The weather is getting cold now, and there may be heavy snowstorms in Sichuan. Please arrange for people to make more copies of the letter, and arrange for more carrier pigeons."
In fact, there are not many pigeons he brought back from Xichuan and Xihewan, but this time the matter is too important, Jin Feng must ensure that his letter can be successfully delivered to Xihewan and Damangpo.
"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away."
Da Liu took the note, turned around and ran away.
But by the time someone finished copying the note, it was already completely dark.
If you let the pigeons out at this time, they won't be able to fly, so you have to wait until the next morning to set off again.
Jin Feng had no choice but to sigh in his heart: "It seems like we need to study the telegram carefully."
[The author has something to say]
I was in a hurry and didn't have time to check and revise it. If there are typos, please forgive me. I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't write today. I wish everyone a good dream.