surnamed Wang

Seeing that the young man opposite could only stare blankly, Jiang Xiuye ​​finally cheered up, put the tea on the table again, and continued:

"Since you don't have the intention, it's okay to tell you. After a hundred years, these people will either be handed over to you or to Xiucheng. I can't let my junior brother spend so many years of hard work in vain."

"Let's give it to your grandson, don't leave all the good things to me, as if I am your grandson."

"If only you were my grandson."

The old man suddenly said something seriously, but before Wang Gangquan was moved, the other party continued:

"Then I can smoke you."

……

Wang Gangquan really didn't want to get too entangled in this issue, so he changed the subject and said:
"Tell me, what have you found?"

The old man didn't hold back this time, and said bluntly:
"The Nanmen family is stockpiling grain."

"Any questions?"

Wang Gangquan showed doubts. In recent years, it can be said that the past 30 years have been a rare good time. Every year, the weather is smooth, and even if there is a drought, it will not exceed one month.

Grain production has increased greatly, the treasury is full of granaries, and the price of rice and noodles in the shops is frighteningly low. Every household has stocked up on grain.

As the first-class tycoon in the capital, the Nanmen family also made a fortune in business, so it is understandable to take the opportunity to stock up more food.

……

Jiang Xiuye ​​naturally knew what he was thinking and explained:
"If Nanmen's family is like an ordinary family, it's no problem to only store the amount for one or two years. But they took advantage of the cheap grain price and spent nearly half of their family's wealth to build grain depots in various places that are not inferior to the local government.

The Nanmen family was born as a merchant, so it is understandable to plan ahead, but food is not gold or silver after all, and it will become moldy and attract rats after a long time. They put all their eggs in one basket and save so much, are they not afraid of losing money? "

Wang Gangquan was also aware of the suspiciousness, but he still said tentatively:
"Perhaps they sensed a business opportunity and planned to secretly sell it to foreign races such as Beitu Donghan. After all, even if they lose their heads, some people will take the risk to make money."

Jiang Xiuye ​​shook his head, "At first I thought the same as you, but for the past six months, they have only been able to get in and out, and it doesn't look like they are doing business at all. Instead, they have filled up more than a dozen grain depots."

"It shouldn't be, the secret guards should have noticed this kind of major event long ago, why didn't Emperor Shun mention it until now?"

Wang Gingquan frowned even more, but what Jiang Xiuye ​​said next solved his confusion:

"Whether it's the Luan Guard under your command or the hidden guard in the hands of His Majesty, they are all in charge of the affairs of the entire dynasty. To put it bluntly, after all, they are high-ranking people. Faced with a huge amount of information every day, this small matter is easy to ignore.

On the other hand, the old man’s group of people includes the five elements, eight works, three teachings and nine streams in the capital. Some of them are short-sighted, but they have plenty of time, and because of this, they can see things that we usually don’t see.

Perhaps His Majesty knew about this a long time ago, or perhaps the Nanmen family did it very secretly.

Merchants seek profit. For a large family that made their fortunes through business, hoarding goods is normal, as long as they don't make too much noise, and now that the production is high year after year, even if they can store up, how much can they store up?It is normal for Emperor Shun not to ask. "

Wang Gangquan understood what he said. He knew what the other party said was true. Although the secret guards had a detailed division of labor, the capital was a place where high-ranking officials and dignitaries gathered. In addition, at the feet of the emperor, he was at a loss to deal with potential assassins every day. There is no time to take care of some minutiae when tasks are assigned.

Jiang Xiuye ​​stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and continued:

"Yesterday you let people spread rumors, which indeed played a certain role. The things you saw were indeed true, but they were all let you see by the Nanmen family. The part they hid is more worth thinking about."

After the old man finished speaking, he walked away slowly with his hands behind his back, leaving Wang Gangquan alone to think.

"Could it be that the Nanmen family really wants to rebel?"

The meaning of Old Jiangtou's words couldn't be more obvious. Garrisoning troops and food has always been a harbinger of rebellion, but why should they?
The entire Nanmen family has just come out of the decent military position of Nanmen Fubu, and finally became a colonel, and was disturbed by Nanmen Huo Xin, and the secret guard Sulai regarded the transfer of soldiers and horses as a top priority. What confidence does the Nanmen family have to rebel against the Wang family?
……

Could it be a foreign race?
Wang Gangquan had just come up with this idea, and immediately rejected it himself. The four major alien races all had life-threatening friendships with him, and at least they would not stir up troubles in the past few years.

"Could it be..."

An answer was ready to come out in Wang Gangquan's mind, at this moment, there was a strange rooster crowing outside the courtyard wall, and Wang Gangquan's expression also became strange when he heard the sound.He stood up, looked in the direction of the courtyard wall, and wished he could kick the guy outside immediately.

Outside the courtyard, a figure was squatting furtively in the corner. While looking around, he uttered a cry that didn't match the hour. He just yelled twice when he suddenly found that there was someone more in front of him.

The person who croaked was obviously taken aback, and squatted down on the ground. When he saw the person coming clearly through the weak light, he hurriedly got up and gave a big gift to the person.

"See the Eighth Prince for a humble position."

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

"Nothing, isn't this our code?"

"..."

Wang Gangquan was at a loss for words for a moment, this was not just a brain problem, he was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly pulled the other party to change positions.

……

"Didn't you say that you can't contact me if there is nothing urgent?"

"My lord, there is really nothing I can do about my humble job. If I continue to do this, my life will be gone."

"Didn't you just get a beating, as for?"

"My lord, it's not like you didn't see it. The knife is on the neck of the villain. You didn't tell me that the guy was a stubble. Look at my handsome face, it's all disfigured. When you turn around and meet Miss Nanmen, what should I do?"

By the moonlight, Wang Gingquan looked at the other person's face with bruises and bruises. The person in front of him was Ji Qilin, the second young master of the Ji family.

Although he felt a little bit sorry, Wang Gangquan still acted like a prince and said unreasonably:
"I can't blame others for this. You are so fucking arrogant, I almost couldn't help but want to beat you up."

Ji Qilin wanted to cry but had no tears, like a little daughter-in-law who had been wronged at her husband's house and had nowhere to cry. At this moment, Wang Gangquan waved his hands and said:
"Forget it, I don't blame you for this matter, that guy really hid it too deeply, even I was deceived by him."

Ji Qilin blinked her eyes hard, put back the tears that had reached her eyes, and then leaned forward and said:

"My lord, this afternoon Nanmen Huo Xin said something to me, and I think it is necessary to inform my lord."

"What?"

"He told Beizhi to get out of the capital quickly, otherwise he won't be able to eat and walk around."

"That's it?" Wang Gingquan glanced at the other party, "It didn't scare you, did it?"

Ji Qilin couldn't help shivering, he could understand what the prince said, and quickly shook his head and said:
"No, no, no, the humble job has also killed the enemy in battle, but the tone of his life when he said this is very similar...Your Highness..."

After Ji Qilin finished speaking, she seemed to be afraid that the other party would misunderstand, so she quickly explained:

"It's that kind of momentum, the feeling of superciliousness."

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