There is a grain store not far away called Wangji, located in Nanshi.
Chu Qing and Fu San accompanied Feng Luo to the grain store.
Chu Qing had some impression of this grain store. When the victims gathered outside Beijing, Chang Xian led his men to sweep it, but Chu Qing did not come in person.
When I entered the grain store, I was greeted by the shopkeeper, who was slightly confused.
The person walking at the front was Feng Luo. He looked like he was not a big shot.
But Chu Qing behind him was wearing a white fox fur, and his status was probably quite high.
But why is a young man of high status following an old man in ordinary clothes?
Confused, the shopkeeper smiled broadly. Before he could speak, Feng Luo, who just said he was buying some rice and noodles for the house, changed his words.
"Thank you, shopkeeper, I'm old..."
Feng Luo lowered his voice: "My young master is from the Ministry of War...despite his young age, he is a general. He belongs to the hairpin family. I want to buy some rice and noodles."
"The Ministry of War is buying rice and noodles?"
The shopkeeper was startled for a moment, and then he looked like he suddenly realized something.
Feng Luo still kept his voice low: "Is the shopkeeper aware of Liang Rong's declaration of war?"
"I heard my boss say it yesterday."
"Oh, from what you said, I can tell that the boss here is also a man of great power. Well, I won't beat around the bush. Since my young master came in advance, how about a 20% increase?"
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper looked embarrassed and said: "My dear, you... are a bit pushy. Once the news spreads, our sales will increase by at least 30%."
"You're a bitch, my young master is from the Ministry of War, be careful to break your bitch's legs."
Seeing Feng Luo getting angry, the shopkeeper also became tough: "Old man, your young master may not be able to offend Wang Ji Mipu's backer."
Chu Qing was confused because he had no idea what the two people were talking about.
Fu San's face was full of anger.
Before Chu Qing could ask, Feng Luo laughed, patted Chu Qing's arm, turned around and left. This time it was the shopkeeper's turn to be confused.
Chu Qing hurriedly chased after him and bent down to salute Feng Luo.
"Please also ask Mr. Feng to answer your questions."
"What can I do to answer my questions? Just drink blood."
"Drink blood?"
Fu San walked out, his expression gloomy and scary.
"Drink the blood of the soldiers at the border."
Fu San clenched his fists and explained: "Young master, when the two countries go to war, the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household Affairs will allocate grain and grass. In addition to the official grain dispatch, they will also purchase it from the shops. And this Wang Ji, the price of grain will rise. If the price of grain rises, the court will be more cautious."
They were in a hurry to adjust the grain and send it to the border. The more they raised the price, the more ruthless they became."
Chu Qing took a breath of cold air: "The border army needs a lot of food and grass to fight against foreign enemies. These merchants... are going to raise prices?!"
Feng Luo said with a half-smile but not a smile: "It's strange. When you were rescuing the victims, you obviously encountered such dirty things. Why are you still so surprised?"
"The victims are victims of the disaster, but the border troops are..."
Chu Qing couldn't explain it for a while.
This is not to say that the victims are not as important as the frontier army, but that the frontier army defends its homeland and the country. This food and grass is the top priority. If the food and grass cannot keep up, the battle losses of the frontier army will definitely increase. I don’t know how many more troops will die. This is still
To put it in a small way, in a big way, the border army was defeated and the border pass was broken by the Liangrong people. The enemy and thieves marched straight in and the mountains and rivers were shattered.
And these merchants, no, the aristocratic families behind these merchants, actually want to make such a fortune?!
Feng Luo clasped his hands behind his back and looked towards the north. His originally straight body slowly became rickety.
"I'm tired, I have to go back and have a rest." Turning around, Feng Luo stared into Chu Qing's eyes: "You baby, I'm quite pleased with you. You did a good job in relieving the victims, and you acted like a warrior."
No matter what you do, what a good boy, I just want you to know that the frontier troops, the soldiers, those good men are also human beings, they know the cold and heat, they can also be hungry, and they don’t have three heads and six arms, so don’t treat them as human beings.
Just don’t treat yourself as a human being. You have to understand this truth. There is no sorrow greater than the death of the heart, and there is no sorrow greater than silence."
After finishing speaking, Feng Luo walked towards the direction of returning home. Chu Qing wanted to follow him, but Feng Luo waved his hand, indicating that Chu Qing did not need to see him off.
Standing in the snow, Chu Qing was silent for a long time. It wasn't until Feng Luo's back completely disappeared at the corner of the street that he let out a long sigh.
He still didn't know if the border troops would be in chaos, let alone if there would be chaos, whether Feng Luo was behind all this.
He knew that Qizhen Pavilion, Wenqu Tower, and Wangji Mipu, these three places, all represented one thing. Feng Luo, the commander who once took charge of the border army, was already despairing. In his flat tone,
Full of despair.
And desperate people may sink and decay, or maybe... they will turn the world upside down!
Chu Qing couldn't be sure whether Feng Luo was a traitor or not. He could only be sure of one thing. This old commander perhaps valued the military, the lower-level military, more than anyone else.
Without getting into the carriage, Chu Qing walked back slowly.
He was very tired and didn't want to go back to the government office anymore. He just wanted to go back to Chu Mansion, go back to his bedroom, and have a good sleep. Even if he couldn't sleep, he would curl up under the quilt and try to find some warmth in his chilling heart.
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Walking slowly, I passed Wenqu Building again, and the noise came from the window of the wine shop.
"Scholars." Chu Qing had a look of disdain on his face: "Scholars are always like this, gathering in restaurants and teahouses, pointing out the country and scolding Fang Qiu."
When he opened his legs again, Chu Qing heard the noise clearly, accompanied by words such as Liang Rong, War Book, and Chu Thief.
"Master, I seem to be talking about you?"
Chu Qing was not very surprised. It had been a long time since the imperial court had left the country. He thought that the news about Liang Rong's war letter had already spread.
By some strange coincidence, Chu Qing entered the restaurant again.
For no other reason, he just wanted to catch a few talkative scholars. When these talkative scholars stood on the moral high ground and kidnapped others, when they kidnapped Chu Qing, he suddenly saw the commander of Qianqiying actually standing in front of him.
Will it scare the shit out of you?
As we went up to the second floor, the noise became louder and louder. Seven or eight scholars were discussing impassionedly.
Ordering a pot of tea, Chu Qing and Fu San sat in the corner.
In fact, just as Chu Qing said, these scholars scolded him like crazy.
"Qianqiying is used to being arrogant, especially the leader of the Chu thieves, relying on his holy favor, he has never taken us scholars seriously. He deserves it!"
A scholar in his thirties, wearing a Confucian robe, slapped the table and mentioned Chu Qing as if he were talking about the enemy who killed his father.
A scholar next to him, who was obviously exhausted by the wine and sex, laughed and said: "He is domineering in Changjing and no one dares to offend him, but the people of Liangrong are not afraid of him. I really want to know how he felt when he learned that he was hated by the people of Liangrong.
face."
"I must have been scared to death, hahahaha."
Several scholars were laughing, as if they were really happy to see Chu Qing peeing like shit.
Fu San glanced at Chu Qing, who looked normal, and asked if he wanted to take action.
Seeing that these people were scolding each other more and more fiercely, Chu Qing finally couldn't help it anymore and spoke out of curiosity.
"Brothers, did the Commander-in-Chief of the Thousand Cavalry Camp kill your mother?"
The scholars turned their heads one after another, with angry expressions on their faces.
Chu Qing sneered and said: "I didn't kill your mother, why do you hate him so much? If you have the ability, you will assassinate him. You want the Liangrong people to kill him. They are a group of courageous people."
With a "pop" sound, the older scholar slapped his hand on the table.
"Who said that the Chu thieves should be handed over to the Liangrong people!"
Chu Qing was stunned for a moment, and the chubby scholar cursed: "No matter how rampant the Chu thieves are, they are still officials of our Dachang Dynasty, the head of the emperor's personal army, and they will be handed over when the Liangrong people say. Why?"
The readers started yelling and cursing again.
He was still scolding Chu Qing, which was very unpleasant, and he would call him a thief if he mentioned it, but there was no one who said that he wanted to hand Chu Qing over.
"We, the Dachang dynasty, established our country with force, so we won't have any relations with each other. What can Liangrong do? Just fight!"
"No matter who Liang Rong is trying to scare, if he kills the Chu thieves, that's our Chang people's business and our scholars' business. What does it have to do with Liang Rong? Just fight!"
"That's right, who would be afraid of them? What kind of friendship should we have with them? The thieves of Dachang are not the thieves of Liangrong, so why should we leave them to them?"
