Chapter 197: Biological Son

Zhang Gui's plain words made Ding Chengqi feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

On a hot day, he felt cold from head to toe.

"Great General, the, the world shouldn't be deteriorating to this extent, right."

"It would be better if it didn't."

Zhang Gui waved his hand indifferently, not insisting on proving his correctness.

"In short, let's do what we can, and leave the rest to 'do our best and listen to Heaven's will'."

Ding Chengqi came back to his senses and nodded numbly,

"Great General is right.

Before returning to the main hall just now, this humble official had already asked people to take big pots to the kitchen to boil thick porridge.

I will go and see for myself."

He turned and walked out of the hall.

In fact, with his intelligence, he had long seen that the national power of Ming Song was falling into the abyss at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just that he refused to believe it.

"In chaotic times, leaving people is worse than dogs!

Even a capable person like Ding Chengqi, who relies on Zhihai Town and holds a fifth-rank official position, does not dare, does not want, and is unwilling to believe that the cruel end of the imperial dynasty has quietly arrived.

Let alone those ordinary commoners."

Looking at Ding Chengqi's back disappearing outside the hall door, Zhang Gui thought silently.

In fact, he could quietly move the displaced disaster victims in Zhihai Town to the Zhenlong Kingdom and accept them as new citizens.

It's just that now, the ghost-playing captive plan of the Tiangong Nine Islands in the Eastern Inner Sea is already the largest source of immigrants for the Zhenlong Kingdom.

It is necessary to insist on carrying it out, and judging from the trend, the scale will become larger and larger.

In this case, moving disaster victims in Zhihai Town again, if any flaws are revealed.

Combined, some smart person might discover that the places where rumors say people have disappeared in large numbers all have various connections with Zhang Gui.

Breaking the blind spot of "no evidence is not established."

Perhaps a small flaw will become a big trouble.

So he chose "moving" is not as good as "still."

However, Zhang Gui did not neglect to do good deeds locally in Zhihai Town, gain a good reputation, and satisfy his conscience.

But serving porridge is not as easy as cooking porridge for a family. If the Dragon Tiger Curtain Office itself didn't have thousands of people eating and drinking.

Wanting to set up a porridge factory in just half a day would be a fantasy.

Even so, after rushing, the rich aroma of rice porridge permeated Zhihai Town after an hour.

With this smell, there was no need to greet them, and the disaster victims on the wharf struggled to get up, supporting the old and carrying the young, and came to the big training ground.

"Line up in five teams, line up in five teams, one by one come up to eat porridge."

Although they had no experience in serving porridge, the old soldiers of the Dragon Tiger Curtain Office now had some experience in training new recruits.

I saw five big pots surrounded by hundreds of soldiers wearing armor and holding long spears.

The first few team leaders held long whips in their hands, 'pa pa pa' swinging the whip flowers and roaring:

"Did you hear that? Line up, no riots or pushing, otherwise, at the very least, you will get this whip.

At the worst, I will string you into a blood gourd string..."

Several hundred steps away, where the Zhihai Town wharf and the training ground intersected.

A young man with bow legs, dressed in a light green long gown and looking like a scholar, looked at such a scene and commented very fairly:

"The soldiers are all goods that don't even count as third or fourth rate.

Three ten-man teams rushing would scatter them.

But their brains are not bad; in the future, when this place is occupied by us, each of them should be able to manage a village."

None of the followers surrounding the bow-legged man made a sound, just standing silently.

Only a handsome young man beside him said unconvinced:

"The young master has fought many battles, and I naturally believe that these soldiers serving porridge are goods.

But in such hot weather, they are actually wearing leather armor and holding weapons to show off their power and shout and kill before serving porridge to the hungry people.

Isn't this crazy? Not only are they crazy, but they also scare away the kindness their master has formed.

How can their brains be not bad?"

"Sangjie, my pretty little white sheep, you have never been hungry since you were a child.

You have never been on the battlefield, surrounded by people, so you don't know the horror of hunger.

Humans are no longer human after being hungry for three days; they are willing to do anything for food.

Don't look at these disaster victims as timid as grass mice now, but if these soldiers didn't wear armor and hold weapons when they first served porridge, people would have died long ago.

What kind of servant, what kind of master.

It seems that the Stone Corpse Heir Apparent is really a person who is hard to figure out.

Wulitu, I will leave it to you to meet him.

Ask him if he wants our grain."

"Yes, Your Highness."

A middle-aged man with a short beard among the followers bowed respectfully and replied.

By the time he raised his head again, the bow-legged young man had already stepped onto the deck and walked into the cabin, laughing and talking with the handsome young companion.

"A strong Canglang lamb finally grew into a rabbit; I should have really dug out my own eyes back then."

Wulitu restrained the respect on his face, spat on the ground, and cursed in a low voice.

He strode towards the office of the Dragon Tiger Curtain Office.

Before long, he arrived at the gate of the main hall.

He said gently to the guards at the gate: "Valiant warriors.

I am an envoy from Yuanshan, Wulitu.

I hope to pay respects to the naturally noble Stone Corpse Heir Apparent General."

Hearing the word "Yuanshan," the guard's blood rushed to his brain, and he blocked his chest with his gun,

"Old man, don't talk nonsense, Yuanshan people are not to be trifled with!"

"I am a genuine Yuanshan person, absolutely no falsehood."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I brought life-saving grain, hoping to sell it to your master, the Stone Corpse Heir Apparent."

"Who is the Stone Corpse Heir Apparent?"

The guard's head was confused for a moment and didn't react, but soon remembered that his general had been promoted,

"Ah, you want to see my Great General, sell, sell grain!

You Yuanshan people will be so kind, ha, I understand, you wild people on the grassland must want to sell coarse grain for the price of silver.

I spit, it's simply wishful thinking..."

"The grain I sell is refined rice, twenty-five catties for one tael of silver."

In troubled times, the value of gold and silver, which are small in volume, easy to carry, and almost always retain their value, will inevitably rise.

That's why the proverb "store gold and silver in troubled times, buy antiques in prosperous times" appears.

For example, now.

A small silver ingot weighing one tael, which could be exchanged for one hundred brass coins before, can now be exchanged for about one hundred and thirty copper coins.

Calculating this way, the refined rice that was three copper coins per catty a few months ago is now bought for one tael of silver for twenty-five catties, which is quite a bit more expensive.

But the problem is, in troubled times, even if gold and silver appreciate, they cannot appreciate faster than grain.

Today, in Pingyang Commandery, let alone thirty catties of refined rice for one tael of silver, you can't even buy ten catties of non-glutinous rice.

So under normal circumstances, even if a biological son does business with his biological father, it is impossible to sell rice at Wulitu's price.

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