Outside the palace gate, Jiang Gan sat in the carriage, looking at the palace gate in the distance through the car window.

After a while, Ding Chong appeared at the palace gate, looked around, and saw Jiang Gan's carriage, carrying the hem of his clothes, hurried over. Jiang Gan opened the car door in time and smiled brightly.

"Shi Jung Ding, are you safe?"

"Do you look like I'm safe?" Ding Chong said angrily. He got into the car, sat down, picked up the cup that Jiang Gan took, drank two large cups of iced fruit pulp in a row, and then smacked his lips comfortably, leaned against the wall of the car, and glanced at Jiang Gan sideways. "I will say ugly words first. Now I am disgusted by everyone and disgusted by ghosts. I can't see the emperor once a month, let alone talk. If you want to ask any secrets, I probably can't do anything."

"I know you have worked hard, so General Sun has prepared some gift for you." Jiang Gan knocked on the clamp cabinet and reached out to pull the clamp cabinet apart. In the darkness, there was something yellow and golden. Ding Chong glanced at it, and his originally collapsed face immediately smiled. Jiang Gan saw it and laughed secretly. Ding Chong was really arguing by Sun Ce. As long as he had money, he could do anything. "I came in a hurry and couldn't bring too much. This is one hundred gold, so you will just use it."

Ding Chong couldn't help laughing out loud. "General Sun is polite, be polite. I feel guilty about accepting it, but I feel guilty about accepting it."

"Tell me, what news has been in the palace recently, personnel transfers, business operations, family matters, and short stories, are all OK."

Ding Chong smiled, took out a roll of paper from his sleeve and pushed it in front of Jiang Gan. Jiang Gan opened it and smiled. Ding Chong had a bad character, but his ability to do things was much better than Huang Yi. He had prepared the information long ago and wrote it clearly. He quickly scanned it and was suddenly stunned.

"The court sent people to Bingzhou?"

"Well, the arrangement was urgent, I didn't say anything about it."

Jiang Gan nodded, and said nothing more. After reading the information prepared by Ding Chong, he put it in a clamp cabinet, and asked about Ding Chong's life in Chang'an. Ding Chong sighed and complained about his suffering. Of course he was happy to see gold, but when he thought of the prices in Chang'an, he couldn't be happy again. No matter how good the gold is, it can't be eaten or worn. The severe drought in Guanzhong last year was the 300,000 stone of grain transported from Nanyang to solve the urgent problem, but half of the grain entered the military camps of Han Sui, Ma Teng, Lu Bu and others, and half entered the belly of ordinary people. The officials of the court basically declined. The situation this year was better than last year, but it was not much better. There was less rain and the poor harvest was expected. The grain prices in Chang'an were the same every day, and it had risen to 2,000 stone.

The food was tight and the clothes were tight. Nanyang developed a new loom. The cost of cloth silk was reduced and the price was much cheaper. Many people sold cloth from Nanyang to Liangzhou. Logically, the cloth in Guanzhong should be cheaper, but I don’t know who came up with the idea, but they actually implemented cloth in Guanzhong and forced the lowest price of cloth, which made the people unable to afford it. The merchants had cloth but could not sell it, and they had to pay taxes for the goods in their hands, which made complaints. Many merchants from Nanyang wanted to dispose of the goods in their hands because of the high cost of living. They went back early, but could not find anyone to take over. In the end, they could only sell it half-sold and give it to the farmers. The imperial court used these cloths to pay their salaries, barely ensuring that the family had clothes to wear.

After hearing Ding Chong's complaint, Jiang Gan was also surprised. He has been busy visiting generals and officials these days, and he really has no time to pay attention to such livelihood. Anyway, Han Sui, Ma Teng and others are not worried about these problems. "How come the Grand Secretary has purchased so many cloths, how could he be so stingy?"

"Hehe, I heard that all the cloths were shipped to Liangzhou." Ding Chong joked: "Have you ever heard of it? Embroidery text is not as good as Yishimen. You improved the loom and increased the output. As a result, the price was reduced. So many cloths poured into Guanzhong, but they were cheaper than the imperial court."

When Jiang Gan thought of Sun Ce's maritime business path, he couldn't help but secretly speculate. Did Sun Ce know that one day, so he prepared in advance?

"What else?"

"That's all for the time being. Oh, by the way, Wang Yun is dead."

"Wang Yun is dead?" Jiang Gan was surprised. "When did it happen?"

"I just heard the news this morning, but I haven't confirmed it yet, so I didn't write it up." Ding Chong scratched his head again. "I heard that before he died, he submitted it to the emperor and sent it to Nanshan by his son. What's the specific content is unknown now. There is another thing..." Ding Chong knocked on the case again. "Xun Yu has been to Nanshan for several days and has never come back. In the past, he went back to Nanshan on the same day, and stayed for one night at most. This time he went there very long. From the perspective of time, shortly after he arrived in Nanshan, Wang Yun's follower Wang Ling rushed back to Chang'an. That night, Wang Yun died. Maybe Wang Yun might not die of illness. Hehe, there are too many things in Chang'an these two days, and I can't remember them completely. If there are any omissions, you can take care of it."

"It's okay." Jiang Gan responded. Wang Yun died. This incident had a great impact. He had to figure it out as soon as possible. Ding Chong had been exposed. He was a marginal figure. Staying in the palace means Sun Ce's existence, a bright line, and his role is limited. If you want to find more accurate information, you can only go to Zhong Yao. Wang Yun is the Grand Tutor. When he died, Zhong Yao must know what the court's reaction would be.

Jiang Gan and Ding Chong said a few more words, told him that there was any new news and sent it to the inn where he lived, and prepared to leave. Ding Chong was afraid of revealing his wealth, so he asked Jiang Gan to send him a trip and asked him to send the money home directly. Jiang Gan agreed and sent Ding Chong home. He met Ding Chong's two sons at the door and were talking to a young man. The young man saw Jiang Gan's carriage and hurriedly gave it to the side and bowed.

Ding Chong took a look and was surprised. "Why is he here?"

"Who is he?" Jiang Gan asked calmly.

"Bian Bing." Ding Chong saw Jiang Gan's face was confused, slapped his head and added another sentence. "Cao Cao's concubine's younger brother, needless to say, is here to borrow grain again. Who are the people in the Cao family? Is it shameless? I have nothing to do with him anymore, why do you always come to me to borrow money and grain?"

Jiang Gan's heart moved. "What, Cao Cao's family still has Chang'an?"

"What kind of family is young? A concubine and a few concubines. The court treated them as hostages, but Cao Cao was not involved at all and didn't even pay for the settlement of the family. That's right? He now has a younger and beautiful Mrs. Wu, so how can he remember this concubine from the Ying family?"

Seeing Ding Chong get out of the car cursingly and push his two sons into the door like a duck, without even looking at Bian Bing, Jiang smiled dryly, opened the car window, and looked at Bian Bing, who was standing at the door with a blue face and a red look.

"In Xia Jianggan, the disciple of General Zhenbei, happened to be traveling in Chang'an. I can take you there if I don't know where I can go."

Bian Bing was slightly stunned. "Which general is Zhenbei?"

"Sun Ce and Sun Bofu."

Bian Bing suddenly realized, but became even more embarrassed. "I dare not bother Mr. Jiang." After saying that, he bowed his hand and turned around hurriedly.

Jiang Gan leaned on the car window, looked at Bian Bing's back, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. When Bian Bing disappeared from a distance, he stood up and was about to let the coachman set off. In a blink of an eye, he saw a half-old man leaning against the door, revealing half of his face, and a dark and bright eyes were looking at him. Seeing him looking over, he quickly shrank back. Jiang Gan's heart moved and shouted, "Ding Yi?"

After a while, the half of his face slowly revealed again, and he looked at Jiang Gan in surprise. "Who is sir? How do you know my name?"
Chapter completed!