Fang Xing walked into the granary. A small official was stepping on a ladder and leaning on the granary, poking down with a long iron pipe in his hand.

He exchanged places and poked a few times, then raised his head and shouted, "Let the food!"

A small official asked the sergeant for help and brought some big fights over.

Things were being moved here, and the Tongshen and Baihuguan were brought over.

Seeing this formation, the two looked at each other, and then looked panic.

"Who stole it?"

Fang Xing carried a very smooth bamboo tube on the outside, and asked seemingly casually.

Baihuguan turned his head with difficulty, but the sentence was quicker.

"Uncle, what are you stealing?"

Tong Judge's expression quickly returned to naturalness, and he even glanced at Baihuguan in front of Fang Xing.

Fang Xing couldn't help laughing: "You are bold. If you go abroad as an envoy, you will be able to get in the water."

What does the diplomat want?

One is eloquence, and the other is cheeky.

The thicker the diplomat, the more famous he is.

When you can treat your opponent’s well-founded accusations as slander and believe in it, then you are the best diplomat.

Na Tong judge looked at the gate with a natural look on the constant feeding of grain.

"puff!"

It was as if someone had let a terrible fart. The gate suddenly stopped delivering food, and then a gust of wind rushed out of the mouth, and Fang Xing was blown away.

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

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

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

Na Tongjie said blankly: "Uncle, I don't know the little one!"

The clerk above pulled out the iron pipe and said, "Uncle, it seems that something is blocked in the middle."

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

"boom!"

There was a sudden noise in the grain cylinder, and then after shaking it, rice spurted out again from below.

With some hay in the middle of the rice, someone picked it up and looked at it and said, "It's a straw mat."

"Help!"

As soon as the little official above stomped on his feet, he fell into the grain canister.

The knife rushed up the ladder in two steps, and after a while of busy work, it finally rescued the pale-white little official.

The food kept pouring out. After all the food was put out, someone counted it, and the other side woke up and said, "Uncle, logarithm."

Na Tong Judge and Baihuguan looked at them blankly, a little aggrieved.

"Is it a straw mat?"

Fang Xing went to check it, and when the little official came down tremblingly, he said, "Check! Check five more rooms."

After that, the cavalry didn't even wait for the key, and directly picked up the locks of the five warehouses at a distance.

The so-called straw mat is a provocation!

Fang Xing was walking in the middle of the reservoir area. When someone told that the Qingzhou prefect came to see him, he said playfully, "This one seems to be confident!"

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

"My lord, who is it?"

Zhang Lu didn't answer, he squinted his eyes and said, "They are working on this granary, it has nothing to do with us."

At this time, people came inside, leading Zhang Lu and the others in.

On the road, I saw a warehouse with an open door. The big bucket inside was filled with grain and was being relayed to the grain barrel.

An official whispered behind Zhang Lu: "My lord, it's a random inspection of the granary. It's nothing to do with us."

Zhang Lu nodded slightly, his impression of Fang Xing was not very good, the only good impression was that the feudal lord 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 into the grain canister.

Fang Xing turned around and looked at Zhang Lu and said, "Bun Bo sneaked all the way after leaving Beijing. He did not expose his travels to Tibet. Except for spending a day in Jinan Prefecture and saying that he was coming to Qingzhou, no one can know the news. Where do you know? of?"

Zhang Lu said calmly: "Some of the sergeants guarding the city gate have seen you."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Yes, Ben Bo came to Qingzhou several times, and every time it was bloody, I can't remember it!"

Zhang Lu smiled bitterly and said, "Xing He Bo, the warehouse here was only checked by the householder before it came down."

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

Zhang Lu said, "I should have a look, but should I go and mobilize some people?"

Zhang Lu is clearing his own responsibilities.

He is a veteran. He knew more or less about warehousing when he used to work in various places.

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

And how could Fang Xing come to check the granary privately? It is mostly secret.

He glanced at the judge and Baihu official, and seeing their faces as usual, he felt that this matter was probably gone in vain.

"No need."

Fang Xing said: "The guards of the past dynasties have stolen themselves, as long as they start, no one can stop, so if you lose money, you can find out immediately."

"next door!"

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

"Uncle, there is no problem here."

Xin Laoqi approached suddenly and whispered: "Master, when talking about the next door, the two of them were a little flustered."

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

The sound of smashing the lock sounded a bit heavy. Every time it was smashed, the bodies of Tong Judge and Baihuguan shook.

When Zhang Lu saw this, he asked, "But is there any evil?"

The two shook their heads together, Fang Xing looked at the tall grain canister and said: "Ben Bo said last time in Shandong that the climate in the entire north will gradually change, not for better, but for worse and worse. Food is the top priority."

He turned around, walked to the front of the convict, and asked, "Why do you want to guard and steal?"

Tong Judge raised his head, his face was pale, but he forced a smile and said, "Uncle, the official..."

"Snapped!"

Fang Xing slapped and slapped the sentence, and said sternly: "Someone reported to the capital, saying that the granary in Shandong was in deficit. Your Majesty ordered Benbo to check it. Do you think it is a whim of Benbo?"

The judge covered his face and said: "Uncle, there is nothing, someone came down to inspect only a few years ago!"

The hundred officials were already drenched, and sweat was still coming out.

"Uncle, the official..."

Fang Xing glanced at him and said, "The person who came down a year ago was smashed to the head by Xia Yuanji from the Ministry of Households with a teacup, and then his home was ransacked. What do you think?"

"Uncle, I don't know the little one!"

The two knelt in front of Fang Xing's body, their appearance was really more injustice than Dou E.

"Uncle, I found it."

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

As soon as the road surface became tight, he immediately took a step back.

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

However, he has only worked in Qingzhou for less than half a year, so he feels that he can stay out of it~lightnovelpub.net~What double-decker warehouse? "

Fang Xing asked, Na Tongzhen and Baihuguan were already sitting on the ground.

The little official said: "Uncle, the double-storey warehouse has rice grains on the top and bottom, and rice bran and straw in the middle!"

"Good means!"

Fang Xing had seen the methods of these grain mice, and couldn't help but said coldly: "The two granaries of Qingzhou Prefecture are sealed by the order, and everyone controls it, check!"

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

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

Fang Xing glanced at him and said, "The Qingzhou officialdom doesn't trust any of them at the moment."

Zhang Lu was a little embarrassed, but he dared not argue with Fang Xing.

"Uncle, this is a loss!"