The atmosphere on the way back was a bit depressing, which was in sharp contrast to the conversation and laughter when they came. The news that the clerks of the military farm yamen extorted 500 stones of benefits were secretly spread. Many people were indignant and dissatisfied with the weak and weak commander of the military farm. The news of the arrogant and domineering people in other military farms often heard that the gangs of military farms in Baqing Town had never made trouble in the military farm yamen under Feng Dingzhong's constraints. Some military farm yamen were considered weak and bullied because of this, and the anger was growing secretly.

Feng Dingzhong was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, chewing a wheat pole with his head down, looking very worried. Jiang Anyi pulled the cart not far behind him, and could understand his mood. It was obvious that Feng Dingzhong was satisfied with the current life and cherished it. He didn't want any accident to break the peace in front of him.

Last night, Feng Dingzhong told him about his plan to move his family to the garrison. Sitting on the steps in front of the yard, the man talked about the harvest of crops, the melons in the fields, the flock of free sheep and the relatives at home. Jiang Anyi felt very warm. Such days were once what he had expected, which were what his parents, villagers and most people longed for. As a governor, it was his responsibility and pride.

He reloaded the truck and went to the military farm to deliver the grain. The empty yard in front of the granary was full of food delivery vehicles, and it was noisy to compete with the market. Feng Dingzhong asked his men to park the grain truck in the open space, and Jiang Anyi followed him to negotiate.

There were a lot of people blocking in front of the grain cellar, and you could hear the quarrel from afar. The clerk who asked Feng Dingzhong for the benefits of five hundred stones was arguing with the same military man. Jiang Anyi listened carefully for a moment and found that the one who handed over the grain was the garrison of the Anbei Protectorate's Mansion. The clerk said that there were too many sand and gravels and weeds in his grain, so he would be reduced to a higher level.

Jiang Anyi asked Feng Dingzhong that the granary was divided into three levels according to the fullness, dryness and cleanliness of the grain. One stone of the top grain was calculated as one stone, one stone of medium grain was converted into nine and a half dou, and the lower grain was converted into seven to ninety percent according to the situation. Jiang Anyi saw the grain sent by Feng Dingzhong, and the grain was filled with full grains. After three days of drying, it was a "crunch" sound when bitten on it, and the grain was also very clean. There was basically no weeds and sand grains, so it was natural to be of high quality.

There was a bag on the carriage beside Jiang Anyi who opened the grain bag for inspection. When no one noticed it, Jiang Anyi grabbed a handful of wheat in his hand. The wheat was not clean, and there were still wheat straw and sand. Jiang Anyi grabbed a few grains of wheat and bit it in his mouth, and it didn't feel very dry. Such grain was considered a stone of eight dou, which was considered a clerk who was interested in taking care of it.

The thick military man suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of the clerk and shouted: "I worked hard to grow food for you, but you still dare to pick on it and make things difficult for you. Do you believe it or not and kill you with one knife."

The military men watching around shouted, "killing this kid", "going to the yamen to reason", "smashing the granary and killing the dog official."

"Rareless, do you want to rebel?" Xu Baifu appeared surrounded by a group of yamen runners. Standing in front of the granary, Xu Baifu stood in front of the garrison with his hand pressed his waist knife and raised his head slightly, like an arrogant general.

The military man loosened the clerk's clothes and sneered at Xu Baifu: "What are you? I dare to say that I rebel. I have fought with the people of Beimo and shed blood." He said that, he took off his shirt, exposed his upper body, pointed to a scar on his right shoulder and said: "This is the mark left by the people of Beimo for me. Even the people of Beimo can't kill me. How dare you, boy, trap me in rebellion?"

Junhan turned around and shouted behind him: "Brother."

Brothers, let’s light up the scars on your body to these dogs. Will we end up bleeding for the country?”

For a moment, the crowd was in anger, and a large group of shirtless men stood in a scene with their might. Jiang Anyi was both angry and funny. Who said that the soldiers were rough men who were scoundrels and were very scheming when they were scoundrels.

Xu Baifu curled his smile, bowed to the bare-handed military man, and whispered loudly: "Xu is wrong. You shouldn't say you are rebelling. Xu is guilty of you. You have shed blood for the country. You are all good men. Xu sincerely admires you."

"However, the system of farming and grain delivery is a system set by the state. Xu does not want to make things difficult for you, but just enforce the law for the country. Please forgive me if there are any shortcomings. If you really think that killing Xu can relieve your hatred, Xu will stand here, please take action."

Jiang Anyi nodded secretly, saying that these words were reasonable and well-founded, neither arrogant nor humble, and this yamen runner is a talent.

The military man was speechless by Xu Baifu's words, and he felt bored and put his shirt back on his back, saying embarrassedly: "When Mao came, General Wu had an explanation, and he greeted Lin Tunling..."

Xu Baifu hurriedly said, "General Mao is careful of his words, and the court's legal system cannot be changed." While speaking, Xu Baifu winked at Mao's army and the man woke up and kept silent.

Seeing Xu Baifu and the military man named Mao whispering to the corner, Jiang Anyi was a little excited. The court rule was used on the storefront, and it was so impressive. What would be the reality in that corner?

The inspection, counting, and quarrel in front of the granary were still continuing. Feng Dingzhong took the time to find the clerk who took advantage of the benefits. The boy rolled his eyes and said in an official voice: "I didn't see that I was busy. If you have a job, come first and then come. You can wait a moment, and I will take care of you."

It was obviously because I was completely clean and didn't intend to admit it. Feng Dingzhong had no choice but to go back. Jiang Anyi made up his mind to be a bystander and deal with everything after Liu Jiexing arrived.

After walking a few steps, someone rushed out from the side, wearing a silk shirt, shrugged his shoulders and neck to Feng Dingzhong and said hello, "June, are you in a hurry to deliver food?"

Feng Dingzhong ignored him with a "hmm". Jiang Anyi looked at the man's clothes neither like a garrison nor a yamen person, so he wanted to sing what to sing.

The man whispered: "There are too many people delivering food in the yamen. I think you are a little late. It will not be the turn after Shenshi. You have to wait at least two hours."

There were five or six hundred cars parked in front of the open space of the granary. There were too many people, and it was crowded, so it was very inconvenient to move. Feng Dingzhong frowned. It was indeed as the man said, it was probably after Shenshi to deliver this batch of grain. Today, at most, these two trips can be delivered, and four trips were empty. The sun in June was poisonous, and there was no shade around the granary. People would definitely not be able to bear it if they were exposed to the sun for two hours.

Seeing Feng Dingzhong frowned, the man chuckled softly and said, "Little Qian Si, this military master, I will tell you that I have an acquaintance in the military farm yamen, and I have a way to make peace for you."

Feng Dingzhong suffered the loss of the clerk and looked at the man with a vigilant look. This kid would not be a product with the clerk. He would have to pay nearly 10% of the price for every time he sent the food. He would rather bask in the sun and wait.

Qian Sidao: "You send the grain to the place I designated, and I will give you the receipt for the grain collected by the military farm yamen, every thousand stones

I'll save two taels of silver for the benefit of savings."

The price is quite reasonable, at least much less than the clerk. Feng Dingzhong looked at Qian Si suspiciously and asked, "You shouldn't want to hack my food or make some tricks."

"Master, do I have the courage? Besides, there are so many of you who are afraid of me. Who dares to rob grain in broad daylight?" Qian Si said with a bitter face.

It seems that it is true. Feng Dingzhong looked back at Jiang Anyi. Jiang Anyi didn't want to wait stupidly under the sun, and nodded slightly. Feng Dingzhong said, "Okay, let's go with you, but I'll agree. If you play tricks, don't blame me for being polite."

"Don't worry," Qian Siqi smiled with joy when he heard Feng Dingzhong's agreement.

Feng Dingzhong came to his own parking lot and discussed with a few people in charge for a while. Everyone drove the car and followed the man three or four miles eastward. There was a village in front of him. Feng Dingzhong and others had been here and knew that this place was called Yangtou Village. Qian Si took the road, but the convoy did not enter the village, so he turned to a farm next to the village. Feng Dingzhong was careful and looked around after entering the village. The area of ​​the village was very large and many people were walking around in the village.

Seeing the convoy, someone came over and greeted Qian Si. Qian Si wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Brother, thank you for your hard work, get some tea to quench Jun Ye's thirst. Please help unload the truck, weigh and count later."

The village also had a grain cellar digging, smaller than the one in the military farm. Jiang Anyi thought, this group of people would not think about tampering with measurement. Qian Si patted his chest and promised: "This cellar is three thousand stones. Don't worry, Jun Ye, you will never do tampering with quantity. If you have any mistakes, you will only ask."

When the convoy was coming from the village gate, the village left the tail. In less than an hour, all the food was unloaded into the grain cellar in the village. The amount of 6,000 stones was still 60 stones. Qian Si and Feng Dingzhong discussed paying for the handling fee, and everyone was very happy.

Qian Si entered the house and soon took the receipt from Zhang Guanfu to Feng Dingzhong. Feng Dingzhong carefully checked it, took out the receipt from the morning and compared it. The official seal on it was not bad at all. Qian Si smiled and said, "Master Feng, don't worry, Qianjiazhuang has been in Yangtou Village for some time. Can monks run away or temples? If you have any questions, come here to find me. It's getting late, so you should leave before you finish your meal."

Feng Dingzhong carefully folded the bag, put it in his pocket, and reached out to pat it on it, then said to Qian Si: "Boss Qian, I won't eat any food. I still have more than 100,000 yuan in food. I still charge it according to the handling fee today?"

"Cache, I will send you the same amount in the past two days, and I will collect as much as I can." Qian Si big bags said, "But, I won't send you here for the time being in two days." Feng Dingzhong was very happy. He felt that he had found a shortcut and planned to go back and have another trip. Qian Si said that he would give you the same amount in the past two days, so that he could give you 50,000 stones, so that the remaining food would be free.
Chapter completed!