When Chu Qing led people away, all the flour stored in Li's Rice Warehouse was emptied out, leaving behind a mess on the ground and the shopkeeper's face covered in blood, nose bruised and swollen.
Fu San went to the north city and hired a lot of people to pull the cart. Tong Gui personally escorted the flour with five guards to the south of the city.
Chu Qing didn't pay, so he wrote an IOU and wrote that he would give 215 bags of flour from Li's rice warehouse on credit to the noodles man, the deputy commander of Qianqiying.
Tao Ruolin reminded me that I only wrote the official position but no name.
After beating someone up and taking the credit, Chu Qing also asked someone to notify Jingzhao Mansion to close the shop, and asked Jingzhao Mansion to make up the reason themselves.
If you want to dispel the darkness, you must first integrate into the darkness.
This is the best thing about Chang Chao. If you reason with me, I will teach you the Dharma. If you reason with me, then I will reason with you.
Lecture on the Dharma, it is a crime of great disrespect, and you are trying to trick the simple-minded Second Prince, why should you be banned from your shop?
To be reasonable, if you raise the price of rice, the refugees will have no rice to eat, so what's wrong with closing your shop?
There were more than 20 shops in Jingzhong University. One shop was closed and one shop was purchased. One afternoon was simply not enough. In the end, Chu Qing decided to divide his troops into three groups and take separate actions.
Chu Qing took Fu San and a few guards who were supporting the place, and in the name of deputy commander of Qianqiying, they went to various shops to find trouble, bought rice at the same time, and then closed the shops.
Changxian, Tong Gui and others, relying on their status as the second prince, also went to various shops to find faults in the rice-feng shop.
Both parties try to spend the least amount of money to find the most reliable store with the most closures.
As for Tao Ruolin, she asked Bihua to go back to Zhuangzi and call the villagers to go to the south of the city. After they met in the south of the city, they started to distribute food to the victims.
Chu Qing is a person who is afraid of trouble. Since he is going to turn into a violent storm, he will not start from Xiaoxian first and go straight to a shop in the north of the city.
This shop is not the largest in Beijing, but it can basically be said to have the strongest background, at least on the surface, because its owner is Nangong Mansion, the Nangong Palace of the Dachang Dynasty, the Prime Minister of the Dachang Dynasty.
The shop is called Zhou Ji, and Nangong Xi’s first lady’s surname is Zhou, so the business is under the name of Mrs. Zaifu. It is located at the entrance of Bei City, with a small front, and a warehouse behind it. When Chu Qing arrived, the people passing by were far away.
Come on, I've never eaten pork but I've seen pigs run away before.
Ordinary guards wear red armor, only the palace guards wear black, and the guards have only one sword, while the guards have two swords, one long and one short, with the long sword on the left and the short sword on the right. Every twelve
A group of six people holding swords, four holding shields, and two holding bows, a standard configuration of guards.
Chu Qing strode in without even looking at the people who secretly guessed the identity of his group.
More than 20 rice and grain shops in Beijing all have backers. Since Chu Qing wants to do this, he cannot selectively target him.
People in the capital know that he, Chu Qing, really wants to level the price of food for the sake of the people.
Regarding this matter, Chu Qing has already thought about it. He can accept being criticized by the family members and impeached by the courtiers, but he cannot accept the emperor pushing him to take the blame. If the emperor punishes him, he will take his old man with him.
Dad resigns together, collects some money, runs to the place farthest from Changjing, and lives a happy life, far away from the capital, far away from the court, a guy who says every day that he is the father of the world, does not care about his own people, such a boss
, there is no need to follow.
The shop is not big, with several rice vats placed on both sides. There is a waiter and a shopkeeper. They are not too old, both in their early twenties and look like twenty-one or twenty-twenty. The waiter is wearing a cloth and wiping the rice vats. The shopkeeper has a tall figure.
He was thin, with a Chinese character face, and fell asleep leaning on the wooden bench with his head tilted back.
It is worth mentioning that the shopkeeper is obviously a businessman, but he is wearing a Confucian robe, and there is also a hand-copied "Shang Shu" on the counter.
Seeing someone coming, the waiter was about to speak when he saw Fu San and a group of guards following Chu Qing, and he was startled.
The shopkeeper also heard the sound, opened his eyes, frowned and stood up.
"Who is this...sir?"
The shopkeeper was not surprised at all. He stood up and came over to greet him. After giving him a salute, he asked, "May I ask what your lord is doing?"
Seeing that he was just giving a salute instead of kneeling down, Chu Qing was happy: "Are you a scholar?"
"Student Nangong Ping, who is your lord?"
"Nangong?" Chu Qing smiled half-heartedly, then pointed to the badge on his waist: "I, the deputy commander of Qianqiying, buy food."
The expression on Nangong Ping's face changed, but it was not like the fat shopkeeper he met before who was scared to death.
"Buying food, Qianqiying is buying food?"
Chu Qing nodded and looked at it casually: "I bought all the food, and I want it now."
"How much do you want to buy?"
"Buy them all, as much as you want."
Nangong Ping shook his head and said apologetically: "This deputy commander, I still hope that there is no food in the granary."
"Don't want to sell it?"
"It's not that we don't sell, it's that we have no food."
"Okay." Chu Qing winked at Fu San, and then quickly added: "Don't stab him, I want you to go to the warehouse and have a look."
Fu San felt a little embarrassed and muttered as he walked: "You can just wink. Needless to say, I'm not stupid."
Chu Qing: "..."
Nangong Ping did not stop Fu San, but frowned and said: "This master wants to buy it by force?"
"Don't say that." Chu Qing leaned against the counter and hugged his arms: "You are selling food and I am buying it. How can you say you are forcing me to buy it? But listen to this, you have food in your warehouse."
"So what."
"Since you have it, sell it to me. If you don't sell it, I won't give Qianqiying any face."
Nangong Ping actually showed a sneer: "How dare students not sell Qianqiying? Sir, you are just kidding."
"You are so funny. Just now you said you had no food, and now you say you have it."
"I'm just afraid that adults can't afford it."
When Chu Qing heard this, his smile became even stronger. It turned out to be the Nangong family, and he was not afraid at all when he saw the people from Qianqi Camp.
Fu San came back with excitement on his face: "Master, there's so much food, so much food, it fills up half the warehouse."
Nangong Ping returned to the counter, with no fear on his face, and slowly uttered a sentence.
"One bucket, twenty coins, Thousand Cavalry Camp, can you afford it?"
Chu Qing took a breath of cold air: "Twenty coins per bucket?"
"That's right, a fight is worth twenty coins."
Chu Qing's face was full of astonishment.
The other party's arrogance did not surprise him. After all, he was from the Nangong family. This guy was a scholar and his surname was Nangong. It was not strange that he was not afraid of Qianqiying and even refused to give Qianqiying face.
But this grain store actually raised the price four times!
You must know that even when the number of refugees was at its highest, those black-hearted merchants in Beijing only doubled or tripled the number, and no one dared to claim that it had been quadrupled!
"Originally, I wanted to reason with you, but you insist on pushing the limits."
Chu Qing pouted at the guards behind him: "Hit, smash, grab, get on!"
The guards were waiting for these words and immediately rushed over, causing Nangong Ping to be submerged under the big feet.
It is worth mentioning that this scholar named Nangong Ping never panicked. When he saw the rushing guards, he took a step back and huddled in the counter. He even held his head in his hands. Looking at his posture, he was so skillful that it made people feel distressed. He was obviously not the first.
