Viscount house.


    The whole imperial city was in panic.


    The residence located in the square area of viscount''s house is still the same.


    I can''t smell a trace of panic here, as if I were isolated from the world.


    There are Qu Yun, Xing, people suffering, death, people suffering.


    Probably so.


    People here have a large number of grain supplies in official warehouses and a large number of fish and meat.


    Never worry about eating and drinking.


    In the warm sun, Tang Hao stood outside the cave, stretching and relaxing his muscles and bones.


    In the palace not far away, the servants were already holding high stools, hooking their hands and wiping the dust on the door.


    The maidservants also took brooms and swept a wide area in front of the house.


    The middle-aged steward commanded the tall man who was sticking the peach charm, and the cry came faintly from left to right.


    Looking at the festive vermilion color, it already has some taste of the new year.


    Dada dada.


    The horse''s hooves tumbled sharply.


    Wu Tong galloped in with his horse.


    Before people came near, Wu Tong''s cry came.


    "Marquis! Changes in the city!"


    Tang Hao looked a little chilly and looked at Wu Tong who turned over and dismounted.


    "What''s up?"


    Wu Tong handed the reins to the boys on both sides of the house door, then strode forward and said.


    "In the Imperial City, the people robbed grain. The king of Wei has ordered martial law in the whole city."


    "Catch those who deceive the public and imprison the large grain storage households with sitting prices."


    Hearing the speech, Tang Hao frowned, looked at the clear sky and said.


    "It seems that they did it!"


    Wu Tong didn''t understand Tang Hao and said.


    "Do it?"


    Tang Hao looked at Wu Tong, who was suspicious, patted him on the shoulder and said.


    "Come on, come in and say."


    While talking, he walked towards the house.


    Wu tonglue thought, caught up and whispered.


    "Lord, is what you said yesterday exactly what you said today?"


    "The prince... Did they use this false war report to create panic in the imperial city?"


    Tang Hao turned his head slightly.


    "Yes, that''s their purpose."


    Hearing Tang Hao''s words, Wu Tong''s eyes relaxed and said.


    "Lord Hou, the imperial city is in chaos at present, but the king of Wei''s means are fierce."


    "The order to kill was issued on the spot. Jin Wuwei and the imperial guards have cooperated with each other, and the riot will be calmed down immediately."


    While talking, they had reached the door of the north house, and Wu Tong said in a deep voice.


    "The news came from the detective, but there was no action from the prince!"


    After listening, Tang Hao turned his head and said.


    "No action?"


    Wu Tong nodded heavily and said.


    "Exactly!"


    "The wind of robbing grain is already popular in the imperial city! But there is no news in the prince''s house. Even Hou Junji has dispatched royal guards to punish those big families who have amassed windfall wealth."


    Hearing the speech, Tang Hao frowned slightly and said.


    "It''s reasonable to say that at this time, the prince took advantage of the chaos. Why should he bear it when he killed speculators and won the hearts of the people by calming the imperial city?"


    "Is there a deeper conspiracy behind this?"


    Thinking for a moment, Tang Hao waved his big hand and said.


    "Go, go to the market."


    ……


    West City.


    In the open Zhujia grain shop, a one foot long wooden card hung.


    The eye-catching vermilion handwriting price persuaded a group of people who came to rob grain madly.


    However, there is still a long line at the door of the shop.


    The panic of the war shrouded in the clouds. The slightly affluent people have ignored the painstaking hard-earned money, just to buy a few bags of grain and feel at ease.


    By the door of the shop, some people who got grain came out one after another.


    The people carrying full grain bags seemed to have picked up treasure, with a happy smile on their faces.


    It made the people who were waiting in line even more anxious.


    There is so much grain harvested in a year. If you carry a bag, you will lose a hope.


    In this western market, there are already several grain shops, which are closed to thank customers and are no longer sold.


    In the shop, "Zhu Bancang" tilted his legs and put it on the table, with his fat body squeezed into the seat.


    Drinking tea, squinting at the other end of the table, accompanied by the smiling, nodding woman, said.


    "How much did you bring?"


    The woman felt for a while, took out a string of five baht money from her pocket and smiled.


    "Master Zhu, as usual, let''s fight."


    While talking, the woman handed in a patch pocket with her head sideways.


    "Thank you, Master Zhu."


    The figure on the seat glanced at the five baht coins neatly arranged on the table and said angrily.


    "With that money, do you want two more?"


    The woman looked embarrassed, put her hands together and begged.


    "Lord Zhu, my husband broke his arm this year, so he relied on me to sell some green vegetables for a living."


    "Take pity on me. Weigh two buckets according to the old price."


    The words were full of humbleness, and the woman kept bowing.


    Hearing the speech, Zhu Bancang pulled back his thick legs, held the armrest of the seat and scolded.


    "Pity you? Who pity me?"


    "You don''t have enough money for one fight. Do you want two?"


    Then he waved his hand impatiently and said.


    "If you have money, buy it. If you don''t have money, get out of here."


    The woman grabbed the coins on the desk, held them in her hand, handed them up and said in a trembling voice.


    "Then have a fight, a fight will do."


    "Lord Zhu, please be kind. Two three-year-old children are still waiting for me to go home and cook porridge."


    Pop.


    A pair of fat hands slapped on the back of the thin hands.


    In the clanging sound, coins were scattered on the table and in the shop.


    Zhu Bancang suddenly became angry and said.


    "Can''t you understand people?"


    "Can''t buy it! Do you understand?"


    Zhu Bancang looked at the woman lying on the ground, picking up coins everywhere, spit and said.


    "It''s bad luck to meet people like you when doing business."


    Then he looked at the servants on both sides of the hall and shouted.


    "Are you blind? Don''t you do it yet?"


    "Fork out!"