Fang Xing walked into the granary, and a small official was lying on the grain tube on a ladder, holding a very long iron pipe in his hand and poking it down.

He poked the exchange place a few times, then looked up and shouted, "Give food!"

A minor official asked the soldiers for help and brought some big fights over.

We were moving things here, and the judge and the officials of the household were brought over.

When the two saw this formation, they looked at each other and then looked panicked.

"Who stole it?"

Fang Xing asked casually, carrying a very smooth bamboo tube outside.

The officials of all households turned their heads with difficulty, but the judge was faster.

"Brother, what are you stealing?"

The judge's face quickly returned to nature, and he even glanced at the officials of the households in front of Fang Xing.

Fang Xing couldn't help but smile: "You are very bold. If you go overseas, you will be as good as a fish in water."

What do diplomats want?

One is eloquence, the other is facial skin.

The thicker the skin of a diplomat, the more famous it is.

When you can regard your opponent's well-founded accusations as slander and believe in them, you are the best diplomat.

The judge looked at the gate with a natural look on his face and kept releasing food.

"puff!"

It was like someone putting a very powerful fart, and the gate suddenly interrupted the food supply, and then a gust of wind rushed out of the opening, and Fang Xing was blown.

Fang Xing looked at the mouth and asked, "Where is the grain?"

There were more than a dozen big buckets on the ground, but only three were filled. Fang Xing walked to the grain tube and looked up at the top.

The height of the grain cylinder is about three meters, and it can hold a lot of grain, and at least three big buckets cannot be filled.

The judge said in a daze: "Master, I don't know either!"

The clerk above pulled out the iron pipe and said, "My uncle, it seems that something has stopped me in the middle."

He leaned back slightly, looking at the danger of falling off, then stretched his feet in and stepped on it a few times.

"boom!"

There was a sudden sound from the grain cylinder, and then it shook for a while, and the rice was sprayed out again from below.

Some hay was brought in the middle of the rice. Someone went over and picked it up and looked at it, saying, "It's a straw mat."

"Help!"

The little official above fell into the food tank with one foot.

Xiaodao rushed up the ladder in two steps. After a while of work, he finally rescued the gray-haired official.

The food kept pouring out. After all, someone counted it. The other party woke up and said, "Brother, logarithm."

The judge and the officials of the household were both watching hunchedly, feeling a little aggrieved.

"Is it a straw mat?"

Fang Xing went over and checked, and after the little official came down tremblingly, he said, "Check! Check five more rooms."

Then the cavalry didn't even wait for the keys and pried open the locks of the five warehouses at a distance, according to their directions.

The so-called straw mat is provocation!

Fang Xing was walking in the middle of the reservoir area. When someone reported that the Qingzhou prefect came to ask for a meeting, he said playfully: "This person seems to be fearless!"

Zhang Lu, the prefect of Qingzhou, stood outside, with a calm expression, but the officials behind him were a little impatient.

"Sir, who is here?"

Zhang Lu did not answer. He squinted his eyes and said, "They are all working on this granary, and it has nothing to do with us."

At this time, someone came inside and took Zhang Lu and the others in.

On the way, I saw a warehouse with a door open. The bucket inside was filled with grain and was being sent to the grain cylinder by relay.

An official whispered behind Zhang Lu: "Sir, it's a random check of the granary, it's not our business."

Zhang Lu nodded slightly. He had a bad impression of Fang Xing. His only good impression was that the prince of Qingzhou was lost by Fang Xing, and everyone's life was much better.

When he saw Fang Xing, he was watching a small official inserting a tube on the grain tube.

Fang Xing turned around and looked at Zhang Lu and said, "After leaving Beijing, I sneaked all the way. I asked myself that I did not reveal Xingzang. Except for staying in Jinan Prefecture for a day and saying that I was coming to Qingzhou, no one could know the news. How did you know?"

Zhang Lu said calmly: "There are some of the sergeants guarding the city gates who have seen you."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Yes, I have come to Qingzhou several times, and it's bloody every time. I can't remember it!"

Zhang Lu smiled bitterly and said, "Xinghe Bo, there were people from the Ministry of Revenue who came down to check the warehouse here before the New Year."

Fang Xing said, "Boe Ben passed by here and saw some signs of famine in Shandong this year, so he wanted to see it."

Zhang Lu said: "It's time to see it, but should I go and mobilize some people?"

Zhang Lu is clearing his responsibilities.

He is an old man. When he was working in various places, he knew more or less about warehouses.

In a word, there is no clean granary in the world.

And how could Fang Xing come to check the granary privately? Most of them were carrying secret orders.

He glanced at the judge and the officials of the household, and saw that their faces were normal, he felt that this matter was probably in vain.

“No need.”

Fang Xing said: "The custodians of all dynasties have to steal their own robbery. As long as they start, no one can stop. So if they lose money, they can be found out immediately."

"next door!"

Fang Xing suddenly changed his mind. The little official who had just pulled out the iron pipe was stunned, and then came down to pour out the rice from the pipe.

"My uncle, there is no problem here."

Xin Laoqi suddenly approached and whispered: "Master, when I was talking about the next door, both of them were a little panicked."

Fang Xing nodded, and the minor official took the iron pipe to the side.

The sound of smashing the lock sounded a little heavy. Every time it hit, the bodies of the Tongzong and the Baihuguan trembled.

Seeing this, Zhang Lu asked, "Is there any evil in love?"

The two of them shook their heads together, Fang Xing looked at the tall grain tube and said, "Brother Ben once said in Shandong last time that the climate in the whole north will slowly change, not getting better, but getting worse, so food is the top priority."

He turned around, walked to the magistrate, and asked, "Why do you need to rob yourself?"

The judge looked up, his face pale, but he forced a smile and said, "Brother, the official..."

"Bang!"

Fang Xing slapped the judge and said in a sequel: "Someone reported to the capital and said that Shandong's granary was deficit. Your Majesty ordered my uncle to come and check it. Do you think it was my uncle's whim?"

Tongzong covered his face and said, "Mr., there is nothing. Someone came down to patrol the New Year before!"

The officials of the households were already wet, and sweat was still coming out.

"Brother, please..."

Fang Xing glanced at him and said, "The man who came down before the New Year was smashed by Xia Yuanji from the Ministry of Revenue and his home was immediately confiscated. What do you think?"

"My uncle, I don't know!"

The two knelt in front of Fang Xing, and they looked even more unfair than Dou E.

"Brother, I found it."

A small official rushed in and said excitedly: "It's a double-layer warehouse!"

Zhang Lu's face tightened and then took a step back.

If there is a deficit here, he will not be able to escape responsibility as the prefect.

However, he has only been in Qingzhou for less than half a year, so he feels that he can stay out of it.

"What double-layer warehouse?"

Fang Xing asked, the judge and the officials of the household had already collapsed on the ground.

The little official said: "Brother, the double-layer warehouse is like rice and grain on the top and at the bottom, and the middle is full of rice bran, straw and other debris!"

"Good means!"

Fang Xing saw the methods of these food mice and couldn't help but say coldly: "I'll order to seal the two granaries of Qingzhou Prefecture, everyone will control it, check!"

Zhang Lu knew that the matter was serious, so he wanted to take the initiative and at least leave a good impression.

"Xinghe Bo, the lower officials can summon people to help."

Fang Xing glanced at him and said, "At present, Ben Bo does not trust any of the people in the Qingzhou officialdom."

Zhang Lu was a little embarrassed, but he did not dare to argue with Fang Xing.
Chapter completed!