Festival 32

Outside Gongzhou City, Mr. Huang’s house.

A few days ago, there were many people coming in and out here every day, but now there are no doors, and the fun of the past is gone.

The few remaining people in the hall were talking about something.

"Mr. Li's nephew is also gone?"

"I'm leaving, and the youngest son of the Zhang family has also left... I should leave in two days."

"The Qin Mansion is hurting people with its original intention!"

"Who said that they are so powerful? Even Meng people were beaten to pieces. What are we?"

"Isn't it just Chen Jun's fault? I thought I was following the right person... Now it seems that Chen Jun is also a fool!"

"Tsk, it's the prime minister. Xiao Heng moved his little finger and he couldn't do anything."

"Who said no!"

"I'm also confused by lard. I heard that when the Shen family in Lin'an was in great power, Chen Jun didn't have any good fruits in Xiao Heng's hands, let alone when he was in other people's territory?"

"Let's go... My master is going to Yizhou tomorrow, so I have to follow you."

"What to do in Yizhou?"

"What are you doing... Of course I'm asking to see Lord Qin!"

"What do you want to see him?"

"Haha, what do you think? Of course, I am apologizing! Otherwise, when others stabilize their feet, we will have some good fruits to eat?"

“…”

"You should also advise your father!"

"yes……"

After saying that, the few people went back to their rooms, packed up their things and went out. Judging from the situation, they probably wouldn't come back.

However, not everyone left. In the corner where everyone was not paying attention, a scholar was still sitting in the dark, staring at the tea cup in his hand with a dull look.

When Mr. Huang accidentally passed by, he suddenly heard waves of whispers floating from the direction of the scholar.

"It shouldn't be..."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"I've calculated it..."

"Why……"

"Why did it become like this..."

“…”

Mr. Huang paused slightly, looked at the young master who was already in autism, and couldn't help but sigh, walked to him gently and comforted, "Mr. Chen, forget it... we can't fight against the Qin Mansion."

"No, I'm not willing..." Mr. Chen raised his head and looked at Mr. Huang and said in a low voice.

However, just such a head-raising action scared Mr. Huang!

How many days have these been?

Mr. Chen was originally such a young man with a high spirit. At this time, not only his eyes were blue and black, his face was dark, but his eyes were covered with blood, as if he had not been asleep for several days.

"You, are you okay?" Mr. Huang's heart was irritated - Mr. Chen is Chen Jun's biological grandson! If he died in their family, he would be unable to explain anything.

"I'm fine..." Mr. Chen waved his hand and said hoarsely.

"...Mr. Chen, the situation is over, so it's better to go home and make plans." Seeing Mr. Chen's condition, Mr. Huang dared not keep him anymore. If he really died, it would be difficult to deal with it.

"Okay, it's better to go back... it's better to go back." Mr. Chen sighed, stood up staggeringly and walked out.

"That... Mr. Chen?" Mr. Huang looked at him and couldn't help but call him.

“…”

Mr. Chen slowly stopped and turned to look at Mr. Huang.

"I'll send someone to take you back." Mr. Huang said worriedly.

"...thank you, thank you." Mr. Chen bowed, then found a stool at the door and sat down.

Mr. Huang quickly went to the back and asked someone to set up a ox cart to the front yard, then respectfully sent the plague god away.

Mr. Chen sat on the squeaking ox cart, and his godless eyes unconsciously drifted towards the dock - the warehouse there was filled with bags of food.

Logically speaking, the warehouse next to the dock is just a temporary place for inventory, but the last time the grain was transported was too much. Not only did the granary of the Qin Mansion be filled directly, but even the official warehouse of the government office was used to store grain.

Under such circumstances, the grain price led by rice fell sharply, not only near Gongzhou City, but also the grain price in Chenfu began to collapse. At the lowest point, it was even similar to the price in Qinfu!

The Shen family had an unstable foothold in Shu because they felt that war would inevitably lead to rising grain prices, so they spent a lot of money early to exchange for grain, and waited for the chaos to sell it to make money.

But who would have thought that Xiao Heng would directly intervene in the market and immediately suppress the grain price to less than half of their capital to sell it?

In this way, let alone making money, even the money brought by Lin'an almost lost!

And all of this is thanks to the Qin Mansion.

The shaft faces north and the ruts face south.

The old cow walked forward slowly and took Mr. Chen away from this sad place.

Gradually, the dock could no longer see clearly, and Mr. Chen's heart gradually calmed down.

Don't panic...

Don't panic!

After all, the outside world has changed a different place, outside Gongzhou City, Mr. Huang’s house.

A few days ago, there were many people coming in and out here every day, but now there are no doors, and the fun of the past is gone.

The few remaining people in the hall were talking about something.

"Mr. Li's nephew is also gone?"

"I'm leaving, and the youngest son of the Zhang family has also left... I should leave in two days."

"The Qin Mansion is hurting people with its original intention!"

"Who said that they are so powerful? Even Meng people were beaten to pieces. What are we?"

"Isn't it just Chen Jun's fault? I thought I was following the right person... Now it seems that Chen Jun is also a fool!"

"Tsk, it's the prime minister. Xiao Heng moved his little finger and he couldn't do anything."

"Who said no!"

"I'm also confused by lard. I heard that when the Shen family in Lin'an was in great power, Chen Jun didn't have any good fruits in Xiao Heng's hands, let alone when he was in other people's territory?"

"Let's go... My master is going to Yizhou tomorrow, so I have to follow you."

"What to do in Yizhou?"

"What are you doing... Of course I'm asking to see Lord Qin!"

"What do you want to see him?"

"Haha, what do you think? Of course, I am apologizing! Otherwise, when others stabilize their feet, we will have some good fruits to eat?"

“…”

"You should also advise your father!"

"yes……"

After saying that, the few people went back to their rooms, packed up their things and went out. Judging from the situation, they probably wouldn't come back.

However, not everyone left. In the corner where everyone was not paying attention, a scholar was still sitting in the dark, staring at the tea cup in his hand with a dull look.

When Mr. Huang accidentally passed by, he suddenly heard waves of whispers floating from the direction of the scholar.

"It shouldn't be..."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"I've calculated it..."

"Why……"

"Why did it become like this..."

“…”

Mr. Huang paused slightly, looked at the young master who was already in autism, and couldn't help but sigh, walked to him gently and comforted, "Mr. Chen, forget it... we can't fight against the Qin Mansion."

"No, I'm not willing..." Mr. Chen raised his head and looked at Mr. Huang and said in a low voice.

However, just such a head-raising action scared Mr. Huang!

How many days have these been?
To be continued...