In fact, the best way is to ask the county magistrate to open the local granary and his army transport grain directly from the granary. This is both quick and easy, but Dongfang Ming did not choose to do this.

First of all, the granary was collected from the people, which in some ways was considered national property. The court clearly stipulated that the warehouse should not be opened easily without any trouble. If the warehouse was opened, at least the orders of the first-rank official from the local area would be required.

Secondly, granaries are the foundation of people's livelihood in a place. The purpose of the imperial court setting up granaries is to prevent natural disasters such as droughts and floods. If the local harvest is not good in one year and the people have no food, they need to rely on granaries to survive.

If you raise grain from the granary, you will undoubtedly rob the people of food. Although Dongfang Ming didn't mind taking advantage of the court's name, he still couldn't do such things that harmed the public and private interests and harmed the people's interests.

"This... if the people's grain is not collected, who should the officials collect grain from?" The county magistrate was a little embarrassed, not knowing how to raise enough food Dongfang Ming wanted on the premise of not collecting grain from the people.

"Go to the rich and wealthy gentry in the county to collect money. They have earned so much money from the people, so they must be willing to contribute to the court's battles with foreign enemies." Dongfang Ming didn't care.

Dongfang Ming did not believe that the county magistrate would not have thought that such a dilemma was just the protection of officials and businessmen.

If Dongfang Ming didn't say it, the county magistrate would definitely choose to make things difficult for the people. To meet Dongfang Ming's requirements, he should send this great Buddha away quickly. The county magistrate can continue to act as a domineering power in this county town.

Dongfang Ming insisted on making it clear that he would not give the county magistrate a chance to take advantage of loopholes.

"Yes, the subordinates obey the order." The county magistrate responded with a ugly expression, obviously Dongfang Ming's words touched his difficulties.

Since the purpose of entering the city has been achieved, Dongfang Ming took Cui Ning back to the camp.

Before leaving, he told the county magistrate the address where the army was stationed outside the city, and ordered the county magistrate to collect the food and then deliver it to the camp.

The next day, the yamen runner who was ordered by the county magistrate to collect grain knocked on the door of the county residents.

Although it is not good for these yamen runners who only act arrogantly on weekdays to come to the door, no one really dares not to open the door.

Fugui instructed his parents and daughter-in-law to stay in the house, and opened the door tremblingly: "Uncle, is there anything wrong?"

"What's the matter? The boss said he was going to collect grain and hand over the food you saved in your home!"

The yamen runner opened the door and broke into Fugui's house. He staggered Fugui and almost fell to the ground.

The old man, woman and child hiding in the house were so scared that they hugged each other and hid in the corner of the house, trembling constantly.

"Hasn't the grain been collected once in the spring? Most of the harvest last year was handed over!" Fugui was at a loss and didn't understand why Haoxia suddenly wanted to collect grain again.

Usually, the county magistrate always said that he would collect this tax and that silver, and he would collect it all year round. But he would also give the people some way to survive, and only collect food once a year. He would leave enough food for the people to save for a year.

Why did they suddenly start collecting grain? If the grain is handed over, how can their family live?

"We store all the food for the winter! How can we spend the winter after collecting it?" Fugui really didn't want to hand over the food.

On weekdays, the county magistrate recruited this and that, which made Fugui's family difficult. Fugui's parents are old and cannot do farm work without the strength. Usually, they can only help with grandchildren and daughter-in-law at home to do housework.

The family of five is all pointing to Fugui to make farmers and eat. Food is the lifeblood of the family. Every year, the food stored at home can only be kept in winter. If some are handed over, will the people like them starve to death?

"You are kind to you, uncle! My family really has no surplus grain to hand over this year! If you hand over all the grain, my family will have to starve to death!" Fugui knelt at the feet of the yamen runners and begged the yamen runners to let him go.

"Then I don't care. This is the order of the county magistrate. If you are unhappy to hand it over, I can only find it myself! If I fail to meet the number required by the county magistrate, I will be punished. Humph, don't think you can have good results!"

The yamen runners didn't care about the lives of these people at all, and they were full of threats. Although they were yamen runners in the government, they didn't get much money for a monthly payment, they were at least a toll-in.

On weekdays, they don’t have to do anything and don’t have to worry about food and clothing. When they have nothing to do, they go to the streets to patrol the streets. Eating and drinking for nothing is common, and the people dare not speak out. These yamen runners can’t take care of the hardships of ordinary people. They only care about whether their errands can be completed.

The yamen runner forced Fugui, who was kneeling on the ground, rushed into the house with his men and searched around. He saw that some food could be eaten were packed with bags, which made the house very messy and broke many bottles and jars.

Fugui's old mother shouted with heartache: "Don't smash it, don't smash it, uncle, please stop flipping it. There is really nothing in our house!"

Fugui knew that these people were as hard as stones, and he only knew that it was difficult for them to curry favor with the county magistrate.

It would be useless to ask for it any further. Fugui stood up and signaled his wife to take some of the food stored at home with his eyes.

The rich and noble wife hurriedly pushed the child into the arms of the child's grandfather, and tiptoed out of the cellar to get a bag of food.

Fugui took it and handed it to the yamen runner in pain.

The yamen runner took it over and held it in his hand, "Oh, so little? Are you sending the beggar? Go and go, I'm so sad! I know you still have food to save, so I'll get another bag!"

"Uncle, we only have so many! We have all taken over. How can we live our family? You are trying to force us to death!" Fugui's mother slapped her thighs, and tears fell off.

"Why are you living a life, I can't control it. We brothers just need to complete the tasks of our superiors. If you want to blame, you will blame the general from Chang'an, saying that his army has no food to eat, and he insists that our county magistrate collect grain." The yamen runner said impatiently.

"The county magistrate said that there was no surplus grain anymore, and he also asked the county magistrate to force the grain collection. The general held the gold medal given by the emperor, so how dare the county magistrate disobey his orders?"

"We also obey orders. If we can't do it well, that adult will not be allowed to kill even the county magistrate, let alone us?"

"You guys, if you want to blame him!"

The yamen runners were full of bitterness. They were summoned by the county magistrate early in the morning to collect grain. After working hard for a day, they were scolded even if they were not enough to collect.

After hearing the yamen runner's words, Fugui felt aroused in his heart and hurriedly asked the yamen runner: "Where did the general come from?"

"It's the one who came yesterday, who said he was here to conquer the Turks. Look, he lives ten miles outside the city!" The yamen runners were still looking for any hidden food in Fugui's family, and they answered Fugui's words inadvertently.

Yesterday, there was a lot of noise at the gate of the city. Although Fugui didn't go to see it, there were only so many people in the county town, and it had been spread all over the place in one place.

Yesterday, when working in the fields, someone told Fugui that a general came to fight Chang'an, saying that he was here to conquer the Turks. He was almost mistaken for being a Turkic spy and started fighting with the officials.

After hearing this, Fugui patted his thighs and applauded. These two groups of people were dogs biting dogs, and no one could do anything to do.

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