Chu Qing does not believe in using violence to solve problems, but he has to admit that in many cases, violence is the only way to solve problems.
The other party had the confidence to raise the price of food four times in front of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion. It would be unacceptable for them to have such an arrogant attitude without giving them a beating.
The shop was not big, and the counter was made of solid wood. The guards did not achieve the success of circle kicking, but they smashed the shop and immediately started to move in to move food.
Nangong Ping was kicked several times, with footprints all over his face and body. He lay on the ground, grimacing in pain.
Chu Qing walked over with arms crossed and snorted coldly: "I need an education."
Nangong Ping took a deep breath and did not stand up. He just lay on the ground and looked at Chu Qing. He laughed angrily: "Qianqiying, okay, okay, if you don't kill me, I will definitely meet you when I return to the mansion today."
Let your uncle know!"
"Uncle?" Chu Qing knelt down and said, "Your uncle is Prime Minister Nangong Xi, right."
"Yes, deputy commander, what a good deputy commander. If my uncle doesn't go to the emperor to impeach you, if I, Nangong Ping, don't go to you Qianqiying to seek justice, it will be a waste of time for me!"
Chu Qing didn't even bother to waste any words with the other party. He stood up and lightly kicked Nangong Ping in the ribs. The latter gasped in pain.
"Hurry up and move. After the move is completed, notify Jingzhao Mansion and seal this black shop!"
"How dare you!" Nangong Ping's eyes were splitting, and he actually got up. As soon as he got up, Chu Qing kicked him in the calf, and he knelt down again.
Nangong Ping, who was unbalanced and fell to the ground, grabbed Chu Qing's calf like a mad dog, opened his mouth and bit it.
Chu Qing was caught off guard and was bitten on his calf, making him groan.
Fu San's expression changed drastically and he kicked him forward. Unexpectedly, Nangong Ping refused to let go or let go.
This time it was Chu Qing's turn to grimace in pain, and several guards tried their best to pull the mad dog-like scholar away.
Chu Qing pointed at Nangong Ping and was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time.
He originally wanted to keep calling, but then he thought about it. After all, the other party's surname was Nangong. This matter had become a big deal. He could be said to have been entrusted by Jingzhao Mansion to seal down shops that raised prices to help the victims. But if someone died,
It's just another nature.
"Tie up this mad dog!" Chu Qing yelled through gritted teeth: "Hurry up and move the food away, hire some people, and haul all the food to the south of the city and deliver it to the refugees."
The guards looked at Chu Qing's tattered trousers and wanted to laugh but didn't dare. They said yes and went about their business.
"Wait!"
Nangong Ping's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he looked at Chu Qing with swollen eyes: "Are you grabbing food to give to the refugees?"
"Stop trying to frame things up here. What are you trying to do to steal food? I'm here to buy... I'm here to get food on credit."
Chu Qing lowered his head and rolled up his trousers, and found a big mark on his calf. This kid's teeth were straight.
The other party's surname was Nangong. Otherwise, Chu Qing would have asked Fu San to break this guy's teeth today.
"Aren't you afraid that someone will hate you when you use food to help the victims?"
Nangong Ping was pressed to the ground, trying hard to raise his head and look at Chu Qing.
Chu Qing sat down and continued to check the "injury", and sneered: "If I were really afraid of your Nangong family and the Prime Minister, I would be able to stand here."
Looking down at Nangong Ping, Chu Qing's face was full of disdain: "I'm sorry, Zaifu is also a dog that sucks human blood. Go back and tell Nangong Xi that this is what I said!"
"You...you really want to help the victims!" Nangong Pingping looked confused, with a bit of suspicion: "Yesterday, you, the deputy commander of Qianqiying, sought out many courtiers to extort money, was it also to help the victims?"
Chu Qing looked at Fu San: "Did you see it? What does it mean to be a scholar? This is the guy who is throwing dirt on me. He is obviously building a house, but he is accusing me of extorting money."
Fu San was dumbfounded and chirped: "Didn't you say the same thing last night? You should use more blackmail to buy food for the refugees."
Chu Qing: "..."
"That's true!" Although he had been beaten, Nangong Ping suddenly showed a happy face: "There are pickles in the cellar, in the underground cellar, take them to the south of the city, take them with you."
Chu Qing was stunned: "Is there food in the cellar?"
"Yes, pickles. There are a lot of pickles stored there, as well as some old rice and green vegetables. The key is in the cabinet."
"No." Chu Qing stood up and walked over, with a confused look on his face: "What kind of trick are you playing with me? Are you playing the role of the prodigal son turning back?"
"Don't you want to help the victims?"
"Well, what's up?"
"Then take them all together. There are more than twenty strings in the cabinet. Take them all away."
Chu Qing looked at Fu San: "Isn't this guy's brain damaged?"
Fu San's face was full of disgust: "You are a bastard asking for a beating. I just offered you twenty cents, but after receiving a beating, you are honest."
"If it's not twenty cents, it's twenty cents if you sell it to you, and three cents if you sell it to the common people."
"What do you mean?" Chu Qing was confused: "You sold the people for three cents, and you fooled Fu...you fooled Silly Que?"
"That's true." Nangong Ping raised his head with great effort and explained: "Sir, that's true. The students didn't know that you wanted to help the victims, so they deliberately concealed it. My Nangong family's grain store used to pay five cents when people were displaced by disasters.
The grain will become three or even two cents, but it will only be sold to the common people, not merchants and other grain shops."
"real or fake."
Chu Qing's face was full of shock and he quickly said to Fu San: "Go outside and ask around."
Fu San was also confused and ran out in doubt.
Chu Qing's face was full of embarrassment, and he believed 50% to 60% because the other party had no need to deceive him.
But if I hadn’t deceived myself, people would have beaten me, the store would have been smashed, and the food would have been robbed...
"Damn it!" Chu Qing suddenly stood up, looked towards Gongping, and shouted angrily: "Even if your Nangong family does good deeds, you can't bite people. If you don't bite people, can you smash your shop? Pay more attention in the future.
Ah, let this matter be over today, I do not remember the faults of villains."
Nangong Ping was dumbfounded.
Didn’t I bite you after you smashed the store first?
Chu Qing turned his head, with complicated thoughts and worries about gains and losses.
If Fu San was sure that the other party was telling the truth, the situation would be very embarrassing, so he didn't really hope that the Nangong family would do good deeds.
But in fact, Chu Qing really hoped that the head of the hundred officials, Shangshu Ling Zaifu, was really a good official, because he was no longer disappointed with the adults in the court, but despaired.
After a while, Fu San came back and shook his head slightly at Chu Qing.
Chu Qing sighed: "He really lied to me."
Looking at Nangong Ping with a sneer, Chu Qing said something from his mouth: "Break this guy's legs!"
Fu San's expression changed drastically: "Young master, no, this is a good man."
"Good guy?"
"Yes, people outside say that this boss has a good heart, sells grain during the day and distributes grain at night. He is a good person."
"Then why were you shaking your head just now?"
"What I want to say is that we hit the wrong person."
