A few swear words vented the depression in my heart, and I found that the sky was still very blue after being silent.

Gui Youguang and Wang Yongji have already decided to share the same difficulties as him. Although it is actually useless, it is a great comfort to his heart.

My way is not lonely, but it is still feasible.

The next morning, Chen Mo posted a post to visit the Peng family. Peng Xi, the patriarch of the Peng family, was promoted to the governor of Yunnan. Although he had retired, his rank was still there. Chen Mo gave the other party enough, shouting at the old man, making Peng Xi very happy and agreeing to support his plan.

In the afternoon, I went to the Wang family, which was the Wang Xianchen family who built the Humble Administrator's Garden. Of course, that Lord Wang had already been buried in peace more than ten years ago. Now, the current generation's parents, Prince Rang, retired as the left censor, so he still had to condescend to visit him in silence, and the other party did not dare to give him an angry pill.

After a day of visit, there was nothing to be silent. The iron pillar and Sanchi around him became angry. Sanchi said, "What are they all? It seems that adults should come to visit."

"That's right, I take myself too seriously," Tiezhu nodded, "These guys look quite polite, but in fact they have no sincerity at all."

He looked back at his subordinate who was upset for him and said softly: "Remember, you earn your face, not given by others."

The two of them lowered their heads and savored the adults' words, thinking that this is called cultivation.

Unexpectedly, when I visited the other two families the next day, the situation that no matter how well-cultivated people were, they would have aroused their nameless karma. The Pan family said that they could visit friends and ask when they left, saying that they would leave this morning, and ask when they would come back, saying, "It can be as short as three or five days, and it can be as long as seven or eight days."

Lord Shen, who was turned away, had to go to the Lu family in Canglangting again. As a result, the receptionist said that Mr. Lu followed Lu Ji to Pinghu and celebrated the birthday of the old woman of the Lu family.

I asked about the time and said I had just left this morning.

Silence was angry. No matter how stupid or naive he was, he knew that this must have been done deliberately.

"It seems that something happened last night." He didn't walk back in the sedan chair, so he ordered people to fall into the sedan chair and said to Tiezhu outside: "Go and see Peng Xi, Prince Rang, are you going out too?" He pointed to a nearby restaurant and said: "I'm waiting for you here."

"Yes!" Tiezhu ran to investigate without saying a word.

After silent, I walked to the restaurant and found that it was a shop that specialized in selling buns, wontons and other pasta. The Suzhou people called it the "Zitou Shop", which is a place where people who wear short shirts and work hard to eat. Those rich people don't come in.

So as soon as Chen Zhuyan appeared at the door, the originally lively hall was very lively, and the diners suddenly calmly pulled down and looked at the uninvited guest with gorgeous clothes. But in just a moment, he had to eat and drink, and no one looked at him again.

It was still early at this time. There was an empty table in the hall, so I sat down with Sanchi. The waiter thought that the young master of this family was tired of eating the delicacies and came out to change the taste. He smiled and said, "You are here. The chicken oil wontons in my store are a famous brand, and the brand is ringing!"

"This young man is really here." A diner next to him interrupted angrily: "If you come to eat tomorrow, the price will increase."

The second person cursed: "Xiang Laosan, eat yours quickly. The young master still cares about the two money?" As he said that, he changed into a smile and said to the silent: "Chicken oil wontons, thousand cakes, do you still want to order something else?"

Chen Si shook his head and smiled, "I heard that you are going to raise the price, how much has it increased?"

Er glared at the diner, smiled at Chen Mo and said, "It's not much, it's just a 5 cent to 6 cents."

"It's not much if it's increased by 20%?" Chen Si frowned slightly and said, "Why is the price increase?"

Second, I was a little impatient, and thought to myself that seeing the person you were wearing, I heard that the price was rising, my face turned green, and I smiled perfunctorily: "I'm sorry, I'm so busy with meals. I'll share with you when I finish my work."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the ingot of silver from "Bao" being slapped on the table by Sanqi, and then Sanqi said with a blank expression: "Say"

Er immediately laughed like a flower, held the small silver ingot of one or two in his hand, held it tightly, nodded like a pecking rice and said, "This is actually a commercial secret, I won't tell him ordinary people." As he said, he turned around and drove away the diners who were squinted and said, "Go away, I won't be allowed to listen if I didn't give the money!" After everyone turned around, he lay in Shen Mo's ear and whispered: "Our boss went to the grain store to purchase goods this morning. I heard that the purchase price of rice and flour increased by 50%!" As he said, he weighed the silver in his hand and said in a weaker voice: "And they said that it will definitely increase a lot. If the young master does not have food at home, he will hurry up and buy some when it's not outrageous. Maybe he can't buy it in two days."

Finally, he sighed and said, "I have to quickly exchange the silver reward you gave me for food." As he said that, he walked away from the brink of the sky.

The wontons are coming, shiny and tempting, silent but can't swallow them. He has an unknown premonition. His proposal has been denied by the big Suzhou residents! If that is the case, the situation will develop in the worst direction and it is very likely to be out of control!

As soon as he closes his eyes, the people will rush to buy things in a crazy way, merchants hoard goods, and finally the conflict is irreconcilable, turning into a riot of beating, smashing and looting. The scenes in "The Five-Man Tombstone" seem to be staged half a century ahead of schedule.

‘From this perspective, once the city of Suzhou is in chaos, I will either serve the king's affairs, die in the country, or be dismissed from office, or go to the capital with crimes, or escape, or cut my hair to block the door, pretend to be crazy and do not know where to go, or even bury the stone tablet at the bottom of the river, climb the high and shout to turn against him.’ Silence began to think seriously about the way out.

While he was thinking about it, Tiezhu hurried in from outside. Seeing him looking sad and angry, he knew the result without asking. He was silent and sat there blankly like a clay sculpture.

"Sir, why don't we go?" Sanchi whispered. After following him for so long, he had never seen him lukewarm, but he had never seen him so despair.

Sanchi called twice, then Chen Si came to his senses and asked, "What did you say?"

"Let's go." Sanchi said: "Prince Rang and Peng Xi have also left Suzhou City. You have to go back and think of a solution."

"What else do you have to think about?" Chen Si smiled pale and said, "I have no money or power, and I have no power to fight against those noble families, like a scoundrel shaking a big tree, which is ridiculous and unworthy." After that, he picked up the spoon and started eating wontons in the bowl.

Sanchi and Tiezhu were dazed and saw that he would chew every wonton he gave to his mouth slowly and taste it, as if he would never be able to eat it again after eating this bowl.

The white steam in the bowl was filled with mist, and he couldn't see his expression at this moment, but both of them felt that the adults must be feeling very uncomfortable at this moment.

After eating all the wontons, he finally didn't even have the soup left. Then Chen Si took out his handkerchief to wipe his mouth, stood up and said, "Let's go."

The guards quickly followed, and as soon as they left the store, Tiezhu and Sanchi two asked with concern: "Sir, are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Chen Si glared at them angrily and said, "Don't worry about eating salty radish here. Carry me and find a few rice shops and then go back." After saying that, he lifted the curtain and sat in.

The two looked at each other and asked in a low voice: "Is it really okay?"

"The adults say it's okay, it's okay." Tiezhu said in a deep voice: "Get up the sedan chair and go to Fengsheng Wharf!" It is the place where the grain shops gather.

"Sir, he recovers so quickly." Sanchi murmured in a low voice: "Isn't wontons also have the effect of spiritual healing?"

"You are wrong," Tiezhu whispered: "It's the adult who only allows himself to be weak." After all, he had to know more about silence than Sanchi, and felt that adults had great ambitions, how could they fall in the small Suzhou City?

That's right, silence ate all the pain, hesitation, weakness and helplessness with that bowl of wontons. He told himself that since he chose this road full of thorns, he must persist! He can allow falls to fail, but he must never bow his head in the face of difficulties!

Because you can get up again if you fail, but as long as you lower your head once and give up once, you will bow your head a second time, retreat a second time, and eventually become a habit, and you will achieve nothing in the end!

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When the sedan chair arrived at Fengsheng Wharf, I saw the people queuing up in a long queue outside a grain store. The sign "50% increase in price" hanging at the door of the store was so dazzling, it burned the hearts of the people and made people lose their past peace.

In silence, he did not get out of the sedan chair, but heard the people yelling angryly: "Damn it, it's too unintentional. Once the price increases, it will be half. Do you want to live?" "You evil dogs, you have no assholes for giving birth!"

But the shopkeepers were even more depressed. They didn’t want to sell it so expensive, but if they didn’t sell it like this, they would have to lose money!

The crowd was clamoring and the people were angry, but they scolded more and bought less. Obviously, they were extremely angry at the price and were very angry at the price, and they were very tempted to denounce the unscrupulous businessmen.

Finally, the grain store couldn't stand it. Let's make an emergency plan. The president of the Grain and Oil Chamber of Commerce, an old man in his fifties and sixties, came forward and bowed to the people and said, "Grandpas, ancestors, you go to Changshu, Taicang to inquire about [Piaotianwen-shuke, how much rice price has risen now? If we weren't afraid of smashing the signboard, we would have closed down long ago. Now we sell at 2000 and 600 yuan. We have to pay the freight. The more we sell, the more we pay."

"No, who can do the business that loses money?" People disbelief.

"Why do you have to lose money?" Seeing that everyone believed it, the old man said harder: "You have to gain publicity even if you lose money! We are all fellow villagers in the country, and we should overcome difficulties together. If we have food, we must sell it. If you lose money, we will sell it. If you lose money, we will lose money, and we will never let the villagers hit the backbone!"

Although his speech was performed, the effect was immediate. The people were still clearly divided. When the president of the Grain and Oil Chamber of Commerce made such a statement, the anger of the crowd gradually subsided. After all, the grain store did not hoard goods, and the price increase was forced.

"When will it be?" someone asked. Saying such words often means tolerance.

"Oh," the president sighed and said, "We do not grow food in Suzhou City, rely entirely on Changshu and Taicang supply. People say that if the price is to increase, we have to be next to each other. When the price increases enough, we will be overwhelmed."

"That means, it's going to rise?" The crowd moved again, but this time the anger was no longer directed at these grain stores, but those possible upstream grain merchants.

The president was about to nod, but saw a young man huddled in the distance, shaking his head at him, and then shook his head in a strange way: "This is not accurate. Food is said to be precious, more expensive than gold. It is cheap, as cheap as loess. After a few months of new grain, it will definitely be worthless again." He said, "Don't be impatient, our Grain and Oil Chamber of Commerce, then go to the government office to ask for your orders, and ask the Lord of the Mansion to strictly order Taicang Changshu to curb the hoarding and stockpiling!"

"Okay!" The people applauded: "Let's go with you to make a big splash and let Lord Mansion know what everyone means."

"I appreciate everyone's kindness, but I can't do it." [Piaotian Wenxue-shuke President waved his hands repeatedly and said, "As soon as so many people go, it seems to be a demonstration, which will embarrass the Lord of the Mansion." He bowed and said, "Please let everyone leave, so we can go and petition for Lord of the Mansion."

The common people whispered for a while, and several prestigious ones said: "I believe you this time. We will not buy rice for now, so we will not let you lose this money."

"Thank you, thank you." The president said with a grateful look.

"But don't play tricks," threatened again, "or it would be natural to smash your store!"

"That's that's that's it." The president echoed repeatedly.

After the "Care and Oil President" coaxed and deceived, and killed him, the crowd finally dispersed.

He would breathe a long sigh, his legs were weak as if he had not been for the help of the people around him, he would have almost collapsed on the ground. The owners of several grain shops were holding him, and they all said with gratitude: "Thank you for your hard work, let's take a rest in there."

4th floor

President Gu shook his head and stood firmly, "Follow me to invite that master." Everyone was confused, but his prestige was too high, especially after what had just happened, he became the backbone of everyone, and they followed him obediently.

Silently, he still stood by the sedan chair. President Gu came to him and clasped his fists to him, "Please talk inside."

He nodded silently and followed him into the largest grain store, Baifeng, without saying a word. After entering the back hall, President Gu said to the people around him: "You all go out, don't eavesdrop, and don't let anyone get close." In front of outsiders, everyone wanted to give the president face, and they all retreated in a daze.

After waiting for the silent people in the house, President Gu knelt on his knees and bowed to his feet: "Gu Rundong, President of Suzhou Grain and Oil Chamber of Commerce, pay homage to Lord Zun of the Mansion."

Chen Si did not ask him, how did you know it was me? Just like he was sure that Lu Ding was the man in black, it was an intuitive judgment, without any reason, and it was a gift from life experience.

Seeing that Chen Si did not deny, President Gu felt relieved and whispered: "Sir, should already know what happened?"

"Yes," Chen Si nodded slightly, "So I'm here."

"Very good."

Gu Rundong whispered: "If you can discover this situation early, there will be hope."

"What do you think should I do?" Chen Si asked faintly.

"Open the warehouse and release grain!" Gu Rundong insisted on the railway: "At any cost, keep the confidence of the people. As long as they are not panic, things will definitely turn around!"

He nodded silently and said, "Tell you the truth. If there was no major earthquake, I would not be afraid at all!" He said this. Originally, the charity warehouse in Suzhou had stored at least enough food for the whole city to eat for a year. It not only could provide relief to the famine, but also effectively deter speculation.

However, the earthquake that affected several northern provinces in the twelfth month of the 34th year of Jiajing [Piaotian Literature-shuke] was too traumatized to the Ming Dynasty. The mountains and rivers were shifted, the roads were changed, and the city walls and houses were damaged. There were many earthquakes in various places. The entire 35 years have been spent in the aftershocks. Large areas of prefectures were almost out of stock, and hundreds of millions of hungry people flocked to the capital, Shandong, Nanzhili, Zhejiang, Huguang and other places. The prefectures in various places had no choice but to open warehouses and release grain. Although they were given light porridge, they could not resist the ants being bitten to death. After a year, they had eaten these places completely, and even the mice in the Yichuang moved home.

Later, in order to send the victims home, Su Song Governor Cao Bangfu ordered the governments to send the travel expenses for the new autumn harvest that should have been put into the warehouse and repatriate millions of victims from the victims of Nanzhili. So the result is that the nine warehouses of the three yamen in Suzhou City were silently counted, and a total of 87 dans of grain were found.

"Only ten thousand kilograms of grain?" Gu Rundong said indefinitely disappointed: "It's not enough to get stuck between the teeth."

"Don't worry. I have ordered the subordinate counties to gather the remaining grains and grains, and urgently report to the Governor's Office to transfer military rations to support them." Chen Si said in a deep voice: "We can definitely get through this difficulty." Just like Gu Rundong appeased the common people, Chen Si had to relieve the pressure on the grain and oil president.

Sadly, no one can relieve stress for him, and he has to fight against all problems by himself.
Chapter completed!