The Great Tang: World Martial God

The next day.

The major grains are spreading and selling grains.

Thousands of people from Qingzhou rushed to the streets when the **** cried, rushing toward the big grain shops.

There was a lot of noise in front of the crowded grain shop, with excitement calls, chattering, loud yelling and opening the door, all mixed.

The whole lifeless Qingzhou finally came alive on this morning with a little chill.

As soon as the shop opened, the price of a bucket and three articles was a flash in the pan. After the first bag was sold out, it rose all the way.

The owner of the grain shop grinned, listening to the screaming in his ear, and happily counting the money.

"Go away!"

Amidst the grumpy shouts, a team of guards appeared from behind the crowd.

The headed general violently swept away the noisy people and strode towards the grain shop.

The soldiers in battle armor behind them, holding swords and halberds, followed the general behind them fiercely, pushing the crowd, and walking inward.

Bang.

Tang Dao Chop was deeply embedded in the bookkeeping table in front of the shop.

The leading general stepped on the desk, leaned down, and looked at the horrified look of Mr. grain shop accountant.

Grabbing the pile of money and baht on the table, one by one on the table, the leader sneered at the corner of the official's mouth, and took out a token from his arms.

"The military requisitioned food! All requisitioned!"

"One bucket and six essays, today's food is all packed!"

As soon as the voice fell, a bag of money was thrown on the face of Mr. Clerk.

Originally, he was doing things for others, but now he got into trouble with the government. Mr. Accountant was frightened and squinted when he glanced at the soldiers secretly holding the handle of the knife. His heart was even more shocked.

Turning around to look at the silly fellow in the palace, he trembled.

"Quick... quick install."

The silly guys didn't want to offend these overbearing officials, and they squeezed food into their pockets with great effort.

The people who were still queuing, saw this scene, and felt cold in their hearts.

It was originally during this disaster year, begging for a bite of food, but now it was snatched by this robber-like government, and the big man who couldn't stand it rushed forward.

"You...you don't give us a way to survive!"

Bang.

A pair of big feet kicked the big man to the ground from behind.

Fists and kicks came one after another, falling on the big man like raindrops.

"The government is doing business, why do you need to interrupt, a pariah?"

There was a violent shout, frightening the people around, carrying a cloth bag, and fleeing.

Some of the people who were still unwilling, took some luck and went to some food shops around to buy.

However, Qingzhou has been chaotic, and the officers and soldiers have already been rushing wildly. The same scene was staged in the major grain shops in Qingzhou this day.

...

Zhang Family Mansion.

The news that your Majesty was biased and sent grain to Lingnan, but was unwilling to give grain to Qingzhou for disaster relief, spread like wildfire.

Some heads of the great Confucian family, upon hearing the news, became angry and actively wandered around, spreading the news more and more.

Even when the neighbors in the neighbourhood were chatting, they brought up the matter.

The sky was angry and people complained, and the whole Qingzhou city was ups and downs.

In the quiet bamboo house, the concierge was concealed, and there was a faint voice of conversation.

"Qingzhou is in danger, Mr. Zhang, you can get out of this thatched cottage and take a good look at the hungry people in Qingzhou!"

The old voice was accompanied by the thumping of crutches.

Zhang Xian looked sad, looked at the figure on the opposite side, and made a low voice.

"Old Wu! The situation you said is already clear."

"As early as in the imperial city, the old man had already asked, the imperial warehouse did not have food to mobilize, wait a minute, maybe the court is thinking of ways to raise food for us in Qingzhou."

Speaking of the imperial city and his party, the folds on Old Wu's face are deeper.

In the debate, the great scholars represented by Zhang Xian lost all, which has caused the Zhang family to bear a lot of shame.

Although the undergraduates don't talk about it, some unfair remarks can always be mentioned in the faint.

This time, when the great Confucian family sought justice for the people and captured the hearts of the people, Zhang Xian flinched.

Old Wu stared, stood up tremblingly, tapping the desk with his thin fingers.

"Elder Zhang, are you still defending the court?"

"Do you know that the Qingzhou government is already vying for food with the people in the market? There is still a slight appearance of the people and nobles in the behavior of such beasts?"

"I think the world has changed, the ruler is not for the people, and the law is chaotic. In this great Tang, it is time for the ruler to come to the fore!"

The rebellious words, being said so bluntly, suddenly changed Zhang Xian's frightened face.

He stood up hurriedly, raised Old Wu's arm, and said cautiously.

"Don't talk nonsense about this."

"Now in our great Confucian family, some thieves are trying to use the great Confucian power to cause chaos. You can tell their way."

"Qingzhou Hemiao will be the heading season in another half a month. At that time, if there is no action on the court, the old man will re-enter Chang'an himself, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Old Wu shook Zhang Xian's arm away, snorted coldly, and said.

"Lao Zhang, I have entered the imperial city so many times, where is the face of my Qingzhou Confucian scholar?"

"You are afraid of the Law of the Tang Dynasty, and your reputation will be ruined! I am not afraid of Wu!"

"At this time, I will gather the crowd to take the initiative, recruit the people of Qingzhou, go to the imperial city, and sit quietly!"

After that, Wu Lao leaned heavily on the ground with a cane, snorted coldly in his nose, and left angrily.

Zhang Xian looked at the distant back and sighed heavily.

"Why are you doing this again."

"The commanding officer of the court has already borrowed grain, and I will give them a few more days, what's the problem!"