The Great Tang: World Martial God

Viscount Mansion.

The entire imperial city was panicked.

But the mansion located in this area of ​​the Viscount's Mansion is still the same.

There was no trace of panic here, as if isolated from the world.

There is Quyun, Xing, the people suffer, die, and the people suffer.

Probably so.

The people here have a large supply of food from the official warehouse and a large number of large fish and meat allocations.

Never worry about eating and drinking.

In the warm sun, Tang Hao stood outside the door of the cave, stretching his waist, soothing his muscles and bones.

In front of the eyes, in the Guogong's mansion not far away, the servants are already holding high stools, hooking hands, and wiping the dust on the mansion door.

The maidservants were also holding broomsticks, sweeping a wide area in front of the house.

The middle-aged steward commanded the tall man who was sticking to the peach talisman, and there was a faint shout from left to right.

Looking at the festive vermilion color, it already has the flavor of a few years.

Da da da.

The horseshoe fluttered sharply.

Wu Tong came galloping on a horse.

Wu Tong's shouts were already heard before the people came close.

"Master Hou! A change in the city!"

Tang Hao's expression was slightly stunned, and he looked at Wu Tong who had dismounted from his horse, and said.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Tong handed the reins to the small servants on both sides of the mansion gate, then strode forward and said.

"In the imperial city, the people are rushing for food. King Wei has ordered that the whole city is under martial law."

"Catch the people who confuse the crowd, and imprison the big grain storage people who sit on the ground and start the price."

Hearing this, Tang Hao frowned, looked at the clear sky, and said.

"It seems that they are still doing it!"

Wu Tong didn't understand what Tang Hao meant, said.

"Do it?"

Tang Hao looked at Wu Tong who was suspicious, patted him on the shoulder, and said.

"Go, come in and say."

While speaking, he walked towards the house.

Wu Tong thought for a while, followed up, and whispered.

"Master Hou, what you said yesterday is exactly what it is today?"

"This prince... did they use this false report to create panic in the imperial city?"

Tang Hao turned his head slightly.

"Yes, this is their purpose."

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Wu Tong's eyes eased and said.

"Master Hou, the imperial city is in chaos right now, but the king of Wei is fierce."

"Even the beheading order was issued on the spot. Jin Wuwei and the Yulin Army have already cooperated with all of them, and the riot will be calmed down immediately."

While they were talking, the two had arrived at the gate of the North House, Wu Tong said in a deep voice.

"There is news from the detective, but the prince did not do anything!"

After listening, Tang Hao stagnated, turned his head slightly puzzled, and said.

"No action?"

Wu Tong nodded heavily and said.

"exactly!"

"The trend of grabbing grain is already prevailing in the imperial city! But there is no movement in the prince's mansion, even Na Hou Junji dispatched royal guards to vigorously punish those big households who made huge fortunes."

Hearing this, Tang Hao frowned slightly and said.

"It stands to reason that this is already taking advantage of the chaos. The prince used to quell the imperial city, behead the speculation, and win the hearts of the people, why should he not let it go?"

"Is there a deeper conspiracy behind this?"

After thinking for a moment, Tang Hao waved his hand and said.

"Go, go to the market and go around."

...

West Market.

A one-foot-long wooden sign hangs in the open Zhujialiang shop.

The eye-catching price of vermilion handwriting discouraged a group of people who had come to rush for food.

However, there is still a long line at the entrance of this shop.

The panic of the war was overwhelming, and the slightly wealthy people could no longer care about the hard-earned money that was exchanged for their distressed hard work. They just bought a few bags of food and tried to feel at ease.

By the door of the shop, some people who had received food came out one after another.

The people carrying bags full of grain seemed to have picked up treasures, with a cheerful smile on their faces.

The people who were queuing up became even more anxious.

There are so many grains harvested in one year, and if you carry a bag, you lose a piece of hope.

In this West Market, there are already several grain shops that are closed to thank customers and no longer sell them.

In the shop, ‘Zhu Bancang’ crowed his legs on the desk, his whole plump body squeezed into the seat.

Drinking tea, squinting at the other end of the desk, accompanied by the smiling woman, nodding and bowing, said.

"How much did you bring?"

The woman fumbled for a while, took out a bunch of five baht money from her pocket, and laughed.

"Master Zhu, as usual, let's fight twice."

While talking, the woman turned her head and handed a patch pocket in.

"Thank you Lord Zhu."

The figure on the seat glanced at the five baht coins neatly arranged on the case table, and said angrily.

"Just this little money, do you still want two fights?"

The woman looked embarrassed, folded her hands, begging.

"Master Zhu, my Xianggong broke his arm this year, so he relied on me to sell some vegetables to make a living."

"You have pity for me, and at the old price, let's call it two fights."

The words are full of humbleness, and the woman keeps motivated.

Hearing this, the ‘Zhu Bancang’ pulled back his thick legs, held on to the armrest of the seat, and scolded.

"Pity you? Who pity me?"

"You don't have enough money for one fight, and you want two fights?"

Said, waved his hand impatiently, said.

"Buy if you have money, get out if you don't have money."

The woman grabbed the coin on the case table, held it in her hand, handed it over, and said in a trembled voice.

"Then one fight, one fight will do."

"Master Zhu, good work, two three-year-olds are still waiting for me to go home and cook gruel."

Snapped.

A pair of fat hands fanned on the back of the thin hands.

Amid the dingling bang, coins were flying around, scattered on the counter, in the shop.

Zhu Bancang suddenly furious, said.

"Don't you understand human words?"

"Can't buy it! Do you understand?"

Zhu Bancang glanced at the woman who was lying on the ground, picking up coins everywhere, spit, and said.

"It's really bad luck to meet someone like you in a business."

After that, he glanced at the government officials on both sides of the hall and shouted.

"You are blind? Still not doing it?"

"Fork out!"