The next day.
Major grain shops sell grain.
Thousands of Qingzhou people rush into the streets when chickens crow and run towards large grain shops.
There was a lot of noise in front of the crowded grain shop, mixed with excited calls, chattering, shouting and opening the door.
The whole lifeless Qingzhou finally came to life on this cool morning.
At first, the price of a bucket of three Wen was a flash in the pan. After selling the first bag, it climbed all the way.
The owner of the grain shop grinned, listened to the scolding cry in his ear, and counted the money and silk happily.
"Go away!"
In the angry shouts, a team of guards appeared from behind the crowd.
The chief General roughly swept away the noisy people and marched towards the grain shop.
Behind him, a soldier in armor, holding a knife and halberd, followed the general fiercely, pushed the crowd and walked inward.
Bang.
Tang Dao was chopped on the bookkeeping table in front of the shop and deeply embedded.
The leading general stepped on the desk, bent down and looked at the frightened grain shop cashier.
He grabbed the money baht piled up on the table and sprinkled it on the table one by one. The leading general raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth and took out a token from his arms.
"Military grain collection! Collect all!"
"A Dou of six Wen, today''s grain is all loaded!"
As soon as the voice fell, a bag of money and silk fell on the cashier''s face.
He was supposed to do things for others, but now he got into a hard quarrel with the government. The cashier was frightened. He glanced at the soldiers secretly holding the handle of the knife, and his heart was shocked. He didn''t agree truthfully this time, for fear that blood would spill on the spot.
He turned and looked at the man in the hall who had been scared silly, and trembled.
"Hurry... Hurry up."
The silly guys didn''t want to offend these tyrannical officials, so they riveted their strength and pulled food into their pockets.
The people who are still waiting in line are half cold at the sight of this scene.
It was in this disaster year that he begged for a meal. Now he was robbed by the bandit government. The big man who couldn''t bear it rushed forward.
"You... You don''t give us a way to live!"
Bang.
A pair of big feet kicked the man to the ground from behind.
Fists and feet followed, falling on the big man like raindrops.
"Why do you need to interrupt when the government is doing business?"
The sound of violent shouting scared the people around, carrying cloth bags and running away.
Some people who are still unwilling go to some food shops around with some luck.
However, Qingzhou has been in chaos, and officers and soldiers have already robbed wildly. The same scene was staged in major grain shops in Qingzhou on this day.
……
Zhangjia mansion.
The news that your majesty is partial to sending food to Lingnan but unwilling to release food to Qingzhou for disaster relief spread widely.
Some masters of the great Confucian aristocratic family were angry when they heard the news and actively wandered away, spreading the news more and more.
Even the neighbors brought it up while chatting.
The whole Qingzhou City was stormy with anger and resentment.
In the quiet bamboo house, the porter was hidden, and there was a faint sound of conversation.
"Qingzhou is in danger. Mr. Zhang, just get out of this hut and have a good look at the hungry people in Qingzhou!"
The old voice was accompanied by the thud of crutches on the ground.
Zhang Xian looked sad and looked at the figure opposite, with a low voice.
"Old Wu, I know what you said."
"As early as when I was in the Imperial City, I already asked. There is really no food mobilization in the imperial warehouse. Wait a minute. Maybe the court is thinking of ways to raise food for Qingzhou."
Referring to the imperial city and his entourage, the wrinkles on old Wu''s face were deeper.
In the debate, the great Confucianism represented by Zhang Xian lost all, which has brought a great shame to Zhang Jia.
Although his bachelor doesn''t speak, he can always mention some unfair remarks.
This time, when the great Confucian family sought justice for the people and captured the hearts of the people, Zhang Xian shrank back.
Old Wu stared, stood up trembling, and beat his thin fingers on the desk.
"Mr. Zhang, up to now, are you still defending the court?"
"Do you know that the Qingzhou government has been fighting for food with its people in the market? There is still a little respect for the people and the king for such animal behavior?"
"I think the world has changed. You don''t serve the people and the law and discipline are chaotic. In the Tang Dynasty, it''s time for you to ascend the hall!"
Zhang Xian''s face suddenly changed when his words were said so plainly.
Hurriedly stood up, pulled up old Wu''s arm and said cautiously.
"This matter must not be nonsense."
"Now some thieves in our great Confucian family are trying to use the power of great Confucianism to make trouble. Don''t forget their way."
"Qingzhou rice seedlings will be heading in half a month. At that time, there will be no action on the chaotang hall. Lao Zao will personally enter Chang''an again. You..."
Before he finished, old Wu threw away Zhang Xian''s arm and said with a cold hum.
"Mr. Zhang, I have been to the imperial city so many times. Where is my face?"
"You are afraid of the law of the Tang Dynasty and the ruin of your reputation! I am not afraid of Wu!"
"This time, I will gather a crowd to recruit the people of Qingzhou, go to the Imperial City, sit quietly and make clear my ambition!"
After that, old Wu leaned heavily on the ground with a cold hum in his nose and left angrily.
Zhang Xian looked at his back and sighed heavily.
"Why are you doing this?"
"The court officials have already borrowed food. Why not give them a few more days!"