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Since settling down in Bianliang and expanding the Zhuji business, Ning Yi's life has undergone many changes compared to his time in Jiangning. Search: \(¨Complete¨Book¨God¨Station¨) to read high-quality literature for free.

Although he still leaned towards a quiet and inactive lifestyle after experiencing so many things in his previous life, the circle of life and social interactions expanded gradually after the opening of Zhuji. He made friends in the business world, and occasionally attended some poetry gatherings in the first half of Jinghan 11th year, just to see and experience. Therefore, after the disaster relief began, in addition to the unfamiliar wealthy families and business partners, there were also some self-proclaimed "friends," talented scholars, who came to persuade him. Ning Yi was too lazy to meet some of these people, and those he did meet, he pushed back with a round of Tai Chi skills.

A successful person can have many qualities, but being easily swayed by others is definitely not one of them. Some people who are called humble and open to suggestions also have their own set of methods for summarizing and analyzing. More often, they thoroughly understand the other party's ideas, accept them if they think they are reasonable, and wouldn't show it on their faces if they thought the other party was an idiot, always smiling and expressing gratitude. This is what makes a humble person. As for those who think that everyone's words have good intentions and are reasonable, that's not called humility, but simply unstable values. Of course, it's often true that there are good intentions, but good intentions, superficiality, and stupidity are often not mutually exclusive.

For Ning Yi, he could see the deeper thoughts of most people as soon as they opened their mouths, and pretending to give well-intentioned advice was meaningless to him. Most of the time, he would perfunctorily deal with it, and if necessary, he would even guide the other party in a completely different direction with the same well-intentioned attitude. Of course, there were not many people who needed him to do this, but the one who greeted Wenren Bu'er yesterday still had that need.

Originally, he had thought of asking Miss Shishi to persuade some people for disaster relief, but she was always busy, and he didn't have much time. There were too many things to consider, so Shishi's side was delayed.

Yesterday, Wenren Bu'er brought back news after settling Zuo Jilan. Ning Yi thought that someone might have asked her to be a lobbyist. However, Li Shishi was not difficult to deal with. She craved sincerity and was sensible, belonging to the kind of person who would automatically withdraw her request if you showed any difficulty. This personality came from a sincerity that could understand others, and on the other hand, from a clear-headedness that maintained distance.

"But I think Miss Shishi is coming, probably not for Zuo Jilan, and definitely not because Zuo Jilan asked her to come." At lunchtime, Wenren Bu'er said about this matter while holding chopsticks, "After all, Miss Shishi didn't mention his matter at all yesterday."

"I was too busy some time ago, and now suddenly she says she has something to find me, it must be about this kind of thing… However, Li Shishi is a very sensible person. It is also possible that Li Yun asked her to come on this trip."

After Ning Yi finished speaking, Wenren Bu'er nodded, waving his finger in the air: "Someone found Li Yun, Li Yun didn't want to talk to you in person, so she asked Miss Shishi to come… In this way, this Mama Li seems to understand your character quite well."

"This shows that she doesn't want to fall out with me, she just received a request and is just giving me a reminder." Ning Yi shook his head with a smile, "That's good, others can fall out, but the cooperation with Fanlou must continue."

"Then you plan to… perfunctorily deal with it?"

"Let's see what comes, I want to see if I can co-opt Li Shishi."

"I've noticed that Liheng, you always say Miss Shishi's full name, making it seem like you're not very familiar…"

"Although we knew each other when we were young, in this circle, interests and power are ultimately visible and tangible. Shishi treats friends as… relatively sincere, but maintaining distance is a good thing. She is now a courtesan, and in a while, she will marry someone else, can she still be a friend? To take a step back, can I marry her?"

Wenren Bu'er thought for a while: "Tsk, but Miss Shishi looks really good."

"Wenren, you seem to have a good impression of her."

"She's pretty, and has temperament. There's a reason why she became the number one courtesan in Bianliang."

"Heh, marry her."

"Haha, I have a vicious wife and an old mother at home, I still want to live a few more years, so forget it. Liheng, you can do it."

"I already have… four now, I also want to live a few more years."

The two laughed. Ning Yi thought, now four, plus Hongti and Xigua, he now has six… He originally didn't want to be a playboy, how did it become like this? Men really can't control themselves… Thinking like this, he couldn't help but curl his lips and sigh.

Qin Siyuan's students and staff were mostly astute and insightful, and they were often very accurate in their judgment of people and events. Usually, when they chatted and speculated about the situation, they were almost always right. At this time, Ning Yi chatted with Wenren Bu'er for a while, and roughly organized the outline of what to say after Shishi came. However, after Shishi came in the afternoon, after talking for a while, Ning Yi realized that he had thought about this matter wrong.

Not long after lunch, Shishi had already arrived. The guest was received in one of the reception courtyards of the Prime Minister's Residence. The courtyard was not large, and the courtyard had small rockeries, flowers, and trees. Because winter had arrived, most of the flowers and plants had withered. After a little greeting, Shishi first talked about the young people she had received a few days ago, and talked about the disaster situation she had heard from them. Ning Yi thought about it.

"The Yu family, I remember them. After the business was settled, they should have set off this morning. They went to my house, originally wanted to see me, but I was in the Prime Minister's Residence, and Tan'er received them."

"Then now… what is the situation in the disaster area?"

"It's hard to say…" Ning Yi hesitated for a moment before smiling and saying, "Everyone has tried their best, we can only keep the grain prices from collapsing. It's getting cold, people have already started dying. But what we are really waiting for is the first snow, we are both preparing."

"Those grain hoarding merchants…" Shishi gritted her teeth and said, after a moment, she said, "Then… is there anything I can do to help?"

"Of course, you can." Ning Yi laughed, "I originally wanted to find you. Shishi, you know a lot of people in the capital, some people have grain at home, you can help transport things, or if you have connections, I want to ask you to lobby them. I originally made a list and wanted to ask you to see who you have a relationship with, who you can talk to…"

Shishi lowered her head and thought, her eyes were quite bright: "I have a good idea…"

"Heh, but you were also quite busy at the time, and I had a lot of things to do…"

"Uh, at that time…" Shishi thought for a moment, and showed an embarrassed smile, "I was all concerned about Tong Shu'er's matter."

"I know, I heard about it, that guy was exiled three thousand miles away."

"Yes." Shishi smiled happily, and after a moment, she looked at Ning Yi and said, "Is it not too late?"

"It's not too late."

"That's good." Shishi thought for a moment, "I also have some sisters, the sisters who had accidents in Tong Shu'er's matter, they can also help… I know some people's families, the Prime Minister's Residence can't pry open the relationship, we should be able to persuade them. Then, Liheng, how much can we make those profiteering big households lose? How much grain do we have now?"

"Lose…" The two were standing in front of the window of the reception room at this time, Ning Yi's expression became a little complicated, "How could they possibly lose…"

"Uh…" Shishi was stunned.

Ning Yi looked out the window, his expression serious, and after a moment, he exhaled: "They will not lose, there is only the difference between earning more and earning less. Shishi, you say these people hoarding grain, what is their purpose?"

"Uh, they are…" Shishi originally had an answer in her mind, but after hearing Ning Yi say this, she felt that it would not be so simple, and couldn't help but hesitate.

Ning Yi cast his eyes out the window: "Two and a half taels of silver per shi of grain, just selling it now is already ten times the profit. Although the power of money is great, everyone wants it, but once the government suppresses it, are there really so many people who are not satisfied? They think that ten times the profit is too little… They are not for money, but for land…"

Shishi looked at him.

Ning Yi shook his head: "Only small households hoard grain for money, they think that grain prices will continue to soar, so they buy it. As for large households, they have their own grain reserves, and then they eat in a lot, keeping the high price of grain, not to sell at the highest time, but to exchange grain for people's belongings and land after reducing the grain on the market. Only land is what they think is the most affordable thing, and this is also the main reason why they are competing with the government. As for making money, they earn ten times the profit when it's thirty taels, and even if it drops to ten taels, they still have a fourfold profit. Shishi, our current expectation is only to hit ten taels…"

"But… then… those people…"

"The government is not without disaster relief grain. But in order to annex land, they will desperately try to do so. The higher the temptation, the greater their investment, and then under the temptation of huge profits, the people in the government will also participate, and they will directly attack the disaster relief grain. If you want disaster relief, the effort is doubled with half the result, the more people who sell their fields and land, the more people will need relief. In this way, it becomes a dead end. We transport grain over there to attack their greed. If the greed in the hearts of these upper-level people is reduced by one point, hundreds or thousands of people below will benefit, and so many more people can live."

Shishi listened quietly, Ning Yi smiled: "But let them lose, how is that possible, only a very small number of people who can't stop the greed in their hearts, how much grain they swallow, will eventually burst themselves, these big households will lose, these people are stupid. Otherwise, they will earn no matter what…"

He paused: "Now we are waiting for the snow, the government is now telling them that our grain is enough, even at any time, everyone has something to eat. They won't believe it, the government says it wants to do disaster relief, and many grain merchants below won't believe it either. Only when it snows, and the government can continue to supply grain continuously, will the first batch of merchants who are watching determine the strength of this disaster relief. When they take advantage of the high grain prices to start selling and clearing out, the grain prices will really collapse. We transported grain in, and we have actually reserved a large part in the warehouse, just waiting for the snow, but in terms of total amount, I am afraid it is still not enough. These grains, will only be more and more the better."

The room was silent for a long time,

Shishi finally spoke: "I understand." She pursed her lips, her eyes revealed a firm look, "I, I will go and do this right away, and strive to have a good result before the snow. Also… I hope the snow will come later."

Ning Yi also smiled: "I hope the snow will come later."

The two did not say too much about this afterward, they just chatted a few words about the things around them, and then Ning Yi sent her out of the Prime Minister's Residence. After the carriage drove out and the side door of the Prime Minister's Residence closed, Ning Yi stood there and thought for a while, tapping the side of his thigh with his finger. He was also correcting some of his impressions of Shishi in his heart.

In the next few days, Shishi ran back and forth inside and outside the capital, and also called on some of her sisters to hype up the grain prices in the north and south. Their behavior was quite effective. Among the big households in the capital who had been screened by the Prime Minister's Residence and Ning Yi, they instigated several more young people to start large-scale transportation of grain. A few days later, she met with Ning Yi again, informed him of the progress of the matter, asked if there was anything else she needed to help with, and then said that she had agreed with several sisters, the young masters and young masters in the capital to personally transport grain to the north.

Although she told Ning Yi this, she was actually prepared in her heart. Ning Yi nodded and only told her to contact the local government as soon as possible if there was any inconvenience.

In November, the grain transport fleet organized by the Min family, a large household in the capital, left the capital and went north to Hedong. A few days later, the fleet entered the hinterland of Hedong Road…

At the same time, after staying in the capital for a few days, Wang Zhizhen returned to the Zuo family.

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Going south to the capital, he originally wanted to mobilize various relationships to put pressure on the Prime Minister's Residence and give a warning to Ning Liheng, the manipulator of the situation. Who knew that the response he received was like a head-on blow, and Wang Zhizhen was at a loss at that time.

Although Wenren Bu'er told him that "the capital is deep," he first stayed in the capital, asked Zuo Houwen for help, and also visited the families he had originally visited, wanting to fish Zuo Jilan out. However, although these people agreed to put pressure on the matter, after hearing about the matter, they all said that Qin Siyuan was not to be trifled with. After Zuo Houwen went to the Prime Minister's Residence once and came back, he lost his temper, obviously the other party did not give him face. Some other people went to the Prime Minister's Residence to intercede, and after learning that Qin Siyuan had written a letter to Zuo Duanyou, they said: "In that case, Mr. Wang should go back earlier and not delay the important matter." For them, although this matter was a bit of a mess, since Qin and Zuo could talk directly, what did other people have to do with it.

In terms of Qin Siyuan and Zuo Duanyou's level, their communication was indeed a truly important matter. Wang Zhizhen had also realized that he could not do anything here, so he had to return to Hedong with all kinds of unease.

On the afternoon of returning to the Zuo family, he went to see Zuo Duanyou. Although it seemed that he had encouraged the young master to hoard grain, encouraged the young master to go to Beijing, and even left the young master alone after going to Beijing, he would definitely not give Zuo Duanyou a good impression. But anyway, it was better to face the music than to avoid it. He only hoped that the gap between Zuo Duanyou and Qin Siyuan was much deeper than ordinary people imagined, and that he would lose his temper as soon as he saw Qin Siyuan's letter, and thus forget his mistake.

Zuo Duanyou lived in a courtyard deep in the Zuo family. There was a small bamboo forest near the courtyard that was not planted very lushly. The courtyard was full of flowers and plants, which were basically taken care of by Zuo Duanyou and a few old servants personally. The respected old man was nearly seventy years old, with white hair and beard, but his eyes were sharp, and he was wearing neat and simple clothes, impeccably. He did not accuse Wang Zhizhen of anything. Since Wang Zhizhen was a tutor in the mansion rather than a student, the other party only called him "Mr. Wang," and asked him to sit next to him. After Wang Zhizhen told him what he saw in the capital, he asked him for Qin Siyuan's letter.

The old man squinted slightly behind his desk, and finished reading the letter written by Qin Siyuan.

He put his finger on the letter paper, without looking up, and after a moment, he asked: "I know that the famine outside has already starved people to death, how many of my Zuo family are involved in this matter?"

"This…" Wang Zhizhen found it difficult to speak. Zuo Duanyou did not like this matter, and Zuo Jilan's leadership in this grain hoarding came from his direct operation. If he said that he had dragged most of the Zuo family into the water, what would the other party think?

However, Zuo Duanyou then waved his hand: "No need to say, I understand, how could they miss such a good opportunity." He said this, "...they are not afraid of shortening their lifespan."

The old man sighed, then took out a piece of Xuan paper, and also took out a brush. After thinking about it, he glanced at Wang Zhizhen: "Mr. Wang, please grind ink for me."

Wang Zhizhen quickly went over, watching the old man holding a teacup and poured some tea into the inkstone, and he began to grind ink. The old man said: "I know the government is suppressing it, I can't control other people, all the grain in my house will be released. Mr. Wang, this matter is handled by you, you also go and deal with it."

Wang Zhizhen quickly nodded: "Yes."

The ink in the inkstone was getting thicker and thicker. The old man took the brush: "I will write a letter, you… um, no, let his second brother, Jiyun, go to the capital to pick him up." Wang Zhizhen's hand almost trembled, and at that moment he suddenly understood that Zuo Jilan's inheritance qualification was gone. They went to Beijing to give Qin Siyuan trouble, and Qin Siyuan only sent a letter, Zuo Duanyou directly took away Zuo Jilan's heir qualification. From now on, the head of the family will only be Zuo Ji

Yun, Zuo Jilan even lost the chance to retaliate completely.

His mind was in chaos, and he was sinking down, and in the chaos he heard Zuo Duanyou saying: "Please also trouble Mr. Wang to handle the matter of releasing grain." He agreed blankly, and did not know when he went out, but when he went out, he vaguely heard Zuo Duanyou's sigh: "...it's nothing, this ten-zhang prosperity, this flowery world, once the northern people come south, in the end, nothing will be… left…"

Wang Zhizhen did not understand the meaning of the words. That night, he tossed and turned in his room and could not sleep. He got up and put on his clothes in the early hours of the morning, and walked to the courtyard. The cold of the winter night gave him a little calmness. He knew that many of the things he had suppressed were gone. Zuo Duanyou's last words sounded in his mind again, and he went to think about the meaning behind them, like a deep and dark prophecy. He shook his head, wanting to wave the words away from his mind, and suddenly widened his eyes, reaching out his hand forward…

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With a bang, the brazier on the shelf flew out, the flames exploded in the darkness, followed by screams and noises.

In the cold winter wind, this was a village in Shuanglian Mountain, Hedong Road. There were about a hundred bandits in the village, plus about three hundred family members living here. Not long after the riots rang out, the entire village had lit up.

In Hedong Road, there were many places where people's hearts were restless and the world was unfair. If they could not be people, being bandits was also a way out. The village in Shuanglian Mountain was called Dahuzhai, only because the village owner's name was Peng Dahu. Although his name was not good to hear, he was also one of the top experts in the Jianghu. For a while, Tian Hu, the tiger king of Hebei, came to recruit him to gather righteousness. He directly refused, saying that you Tian Hu is a tiger in the field, I am not only a tiger, but also a big tiger, why should I listen to your orders. He also defeated the martial arts messenger sent by the other party on the spot. Since then, because the two sides were still a bit far away, Tian Hu was unable to do anything to him.

As the leader of one party, protecting the peace of one party, as a mountain bandit, Peng Dahu was still good to his subordinates in the village. In the past two years, he could be considered to have no worries about food and clothing. But at this time, the neck of this martial arts village owner was being grabbed by a big hand like iron pliers. He was half kneeling on the ground, his face flushed red, but his hands were waving to the subordinates behind him, and he said with difficulty: "Don't… don't do anything… don't do anything…"

Invading the mountain village in the middle of the night, there were only three people in total, led by a tall green-robed old man. Another man and a woman looked to be in their forties or fifties, and were confronting a group of bandits who had gathered around. The noise was endless for a while.

Peng Dahu's difficult movements stopped everyone from speaking. His name was Dahu, and what he practiced was the Tiger Claw, but in the previous confrontation in the darkness, after only three moves, he had already been defeated, and then dragged out of the room by the other party. At this time, the other party's palm was clasped on his throat, and Peng Dahu had no doubt that the other party would tear his throat directly into bloody mud as long as he used force.

"Old man, old man… I admit defeat, I admit defeat, I know… you are…"

"I am Zhou Tong."

As soon as this sentence came out, almost half of the village took a breath of cold air, and some even subconsciously retreated. Peng Dahu raised his hands, and said with difficulty: "I know, I know… I know the old hero's intention… I agree, I agree."

"Huh?" Zhou Tong looked at him, "Really?"

Peng Dahu said: "Leave winter rations, release the rest… the granary in the village is over there… the account books, the account books are in the room…"

Zhou Tong loosened his hand slightly. On that side, the woman named Zuo Wenying jumped into the room. Peng Dahu pointed to one side and taught her to find the account book. Zhou Tong said: "When I came, I also checked, except for the rations, you can take out more than two hundred shi of grain…"

"Two hundred and sixteen shi, two hundred and sixteen shi, I have calculated it, I have calculated it after dividing it."

Zuo Wenying looked through the account books, and after a moment, nodded towards Zhou Tong. Since they had investigated when they came, there was no need to specifically check the granary at this time. Zhou Tong said: "The day after tomorrow morning, transport the grain to the Fangcun official road intersection, someone will come to pick it up. Village Chief Peng, now I have to trouble you to send us out."

Although he had determined this matter, the person in his hand still did not let go of the other party's neck. Peng Dahu just said: "No problem, no problem, you disperse, you disperse!" His neck was being grabbed, he was walking backwards all the way, but his eyes were looking at Zhou Tong, but there was not much resentment. He was still talking to Zhou Tong along the way.

"Old hero Zhou, Grandmaster Zhou, after I knew about your affairs, I understood that you would come to me, so I had already calculated it. I, Peng Dahu, have nothing to say. Hero Zhou, what do you think of my martial arts, I practice Tiger Claw, why… why did I just make a move, you don't even need to block it, no, just now… Hero Zhou, please give me two moves, please give me some pointers…"

Zhou Tong frowned: "When you are no longer a bandit one day, I will teach you."

"I can't help it, Hero Zhou, I can't help it, you see…"

"...When there is a way, I will teach you."

A group of people went out from the gate of the mountain village. After going out, Zhou Tong let go of Peng Dahu and said this sentence. When the three figures disappeared into the darkness, Peng Dahu respectfully saluted in the back. The brothers in the back of the village rushed over: "Brother, do you want to chase after them, now we have more people…" He was pushed away by Peng Dahu.

"Chase? What are you going to do! Do you know who that is, that is Zhou Tong, hero Zhou, the number one person in the world. He is doing chivalrous deeds, coming to save people, shouldn't we be robbed! He didn't let you starve! He didn't remember what Hero Zhou said? Hurry up and order the grain and prepare to transport it out, tell you, two hundred and sixteen shi is agreed, if there is less, I will deduct your rations to make up for it…"

The mountain wind howled, and in the darkness, Zhou Tong, Fulu, and Zuo Wenying were walking among the rocks. After walking for a while, they heard Zuo Wenying say: "There are more than two hundred shi again."

Fulu said: "Some more people can live." There was some ease in their words.

Zhou Tong sighed: "It's a pity… I can only use this method to save people…" Although he said that, even this sigh did not seem heavy. There were two hundred shi more, there were always the benefits of two hundred shi.

After the famine, this was not the first village they had visited. Zhou Tong had high martial arts skills, but after all, there was no specific way to help with disaster relief. He could not kill corrupt officials, or kill grain hoarding households. In the end, what he thought of was only this method. In the past two months, the three had fought from Hebei West Road to Hedong Road, specifically targeting villages with two to three hundred people. The three had extremely high martial arts skills. It was certainly impossible to slaughter the village. Going in in the middle of the night and directly grabbing the village owner was accurate. Then, they threatened the other party to release other grains after leaving winter rations.

Who dared not agree in these villages? If they didn't do as they said, maybe the old man would sneak in again a few nights later, and they would lose their heads.

Although Zhou Tong did not know officials of Qin Siyuan's level, he still had a lot of relationships in the Jianghu. He beat them in, the other party's grain was transported out, and then some trustworthy friends in the Jianghu were asked to help with disaster relief. Recently, Zhou Tong also saw that Zhuji was mobilizing merchants to transport grain to the disaster area. He did not understand these things at first. Later, he saw that those people were working enthusiastically, not only selling, but also sparing no effort to provide free porridge, which made Fulu and Zuo Wenying go to inquire about it. The two brought back the principles promoted by Zhuji personnel, which made him think for a long time, and finally admitted: "That Ning Liheng, is still very good."

After passing through a city, when he saw grain merchants clashing with local households, he also helped and drove away all the servants of those big households.

However, the grain on his side was still provided free of charge.

Along the way, the three masters and servants talked about the people they had saved nearby. Suddenly, Zhou Tong's palm was raised, and he stopped. Fulu and Zuo Wenying also stopped and looked up at the sky.

In the palm of his hand, a trace of coldness disappeared in a flash…

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Early in the morning of November, the fleet was sailing on the river. Shishi woke up from her sleep, opened the window, and looked at the lead-gray scenery of the river.

On the big ship at the head of the fleet, not only Shishi lived there, but also several young masters and literati from the capital, and the other three courtesans. Because they were all talented women and pure prostitutes, they would not be looked down upon. On the contrary, this trip could be regarded as a kind of elegant affair.

These literati and young masters who came out of the capital were mostly wealthy, and they also had talent. This time, they went north for disaster relief, men and women mixed together, and the daily program was actually eating, drinking, and playing. Or watching someone's performance when they were in high spirits, or gathering together to chat, play bamboo cards, or Shuanglu. The whole atmosphere could be described as harmonious and joyful. No one could criticize these, and perhaps even Ning Yi would praise them, but Shishi felt more or less suppressed and a sense of urgency in her heart. This made her get up very early every day.

However, there would naturally be people who got up earlier than her. The sky was already bright, and the servants on the deck below had already made preparations for cleaning and tidying up. Shishi vaguely heard a burst of sounds outside at night, like it was raining. At this time, she looked and saw that the deck was indeed wet.

She put on her clothes and went out. The deck at the bow of the ship was surprisingly cold, and the breath she exhaled turned white. Shishi tightened her clothes and stood there. Suddenly, she saw something, trembling slightly, and stretched out one hand.

At that moment, she understood that what fell last night was not rain.

On the night before the snow fell, there were two bursts of ice grains.

The fleet sailed forward, and the big river spread out in front of them. On both sides of the river, lead-green forests and mountains spread out. White goose feathers fell on her slender palm, turning into a wet feeling. In the sky, on the big river, and in the mountains in front of her, goose-feather snow fell from the sky, falling on every place in her vision.

Tears flowed out, and she covered her lips with the other hand…

In the next three days, heavy snow fell successively in Huainan, Jinghu, and other places. Ning Yi learned the news in the capital. This was something that had been expected for a long time.

When the silver clothes and white wraps spread out in this world, the time to see blood has also arrived…

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