Holding the silver obtained from selling grain, tears flashed in the old man's eyes, and he kept bowing and thanking Jiang Ranli, Yin'er and Wu Yanqing.
Yinzhen stopped the old man who kept bowing and said, "Master, don't worry. Now that I know about these things, I will investigate and deal with them, and give you and the people justice."
The old man's dry mouth trembled when he heard this. He held Yin'er's hand tightly and said, "Master Jiu, you are truly a living Bodhisattva. I thank you on behalf of everyone. We will never forget your great kindness."
"These are what I should do," Yin'er felt deeply moved. He didn't expect that the old man would be so grateful to him just for listening to his words.
"Master Jiu, Concubine Shu, Master Wu, our Jiazigou Village is too poor. Many villages are too poor. Food is our life. If we sell the food at those prices, we will lose our lives," the old man raised his big hands covered with wrinkles and calluses to wipe away the tears in his eyes.
He felt that he could not cry. He had met Jiu Ye, who was willing to uphold justice for them, and Mr. Wu, who was honest and conscientious. What else was there for him to cry about?
Yinzhen was very sad. The people were living a hard life, but some unscrupulous businessmen still sucked their blood and sweat.
After letting the old man drink some water and eat something, Wu Yanqing had the old man sent back to his village. Then, the three of them sat in silence until the sky turned pale.
"Let's go."
Yinzhen stood up and strode out, followed closely by Jiang Ranli and Wu Yanqing. The three of them got on the carriage and headed towards Taiyuan City.
After dealing with Zhang Wannian's matter, the Taiyuan prefect breathed a sigh of relief. He woke up early in the morning, feeling refreshed and couldn't help humming a little tune.
At this moment, several yamen runners came running over in a panic.
Seeing them, the Taiyuan prefect said unhappily, "Why are you running so fast so early in the morning? Is the sky falling?"
The bailiff panted, "Sir, it's not the sky that fell, it's the Ninth Master who came here early in the morning."
Hearing this, the prefect was stunned, then he slapped the hat on the head of the yamen runner and said, "Master Jiu is coming. That's more serious than the sky falling. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
As he spoke, the prefect trotted towards the government office, and his previous refreshed spirit disappeared in an instant.
Government office.
Yinzhen stood in the court with his hands behind his back, looking at the prefect who was running towards him with sweat all over his forehead.
The prefect was sweating all over, but the moment he saw Yin'er's eyes, they turned cold and he shivered with cold. "Ninth Master, I didn't know you were coming. I ask for your forgiveness for not coming to greet you."
"Send someone to bring all the people who come to Shanxi to collect grain to me." Yin'er's mind was full of the old man's words last night. He was too lazy to say more to the prefect and just gave instructions directly.
The prefect was stunned, not knowing why Yinzhen was like this. He then thought of the recent merchants who were desperately trying to lower the price of grain, and secretly wondered if it was because of this.
It has to be said that none of those who can serve as officials in the court are stupid, and the prefect's guess was right.
However, although he guessed it right, he became even more nervous. In the past two days, the matter of merchants lowering grain prices has caused a lot of uproar in the city. He was so busy dealing with the follow-up matters of Zhang Wannian that he did not pay attention to that matter. Now that Yinzhen has intervened in the matter, he feels even more worried, fearing that Yinzhen will vent his anger on him.
However, although he was afraid, the prefect also knew that this was not the time to be afraid, so he immediately ordered people to go and bring over the merchants who were collecting grain.
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