"Shit, is there something wrong with your bucket? What does that mean?" Fang Zheng looked at the grain collector with amusement.
The people around were all stunned, staring blankly at this strange scene.
The grain collector swallowed his saliva, leaned close to Fang Zhengyi's ear and whispered, "Master Fang, can I have a word with you?"
Fang Zheng nodded slightly, then followed him to a secluded place.
The grain collector whispered, "Master Fang, you don't know that this is how the official grain is."
"Is that so? How come the food keeps getting smaller and smaller? I'll see if throwing it in for you can help you lose some weight!"
The grain collector was sweating profusely: "These people are cunning and often pass off inferior goods as good ones, so we can only weigh more. You understand what I mean."
Fang Zheng stared at him and suddenly said loudly: "I don't understand!"
The people around looked over, and the grain collector became even more nervous. "Sir, don't shout! Sir, don't shout! Sir, he knows this Sir Liu. We have always done this. You see, you may not understand the situation because you just arrived."
"You're talking nonsense! Lord Liu and I have a close personal relationship. How could he not tell me such a thing? I think it was you who embezzled the food!"
"Tell me, where did the stolen food go?"
The grain collector was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Fang Zheng smiled when he saw him: "It's okay if you don't tell me..."
As he said this, he rubbed it vigorously with three fingers.
The grain collector understood what he meant and took out a silver ingot from his pocket, two taels!
The next second, a slap appeared on the grain collector's face, making him see stars.
Fang Zheng grabbed his collar and said viciously, "You f*cking look down on me, don't you?"
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