Fang Ying yelled.

The officials in the grain team changed their faces one after another and subconsciously covered the hilt of the knife around their waists.

"Stop!"

The leader of the team, the leader who was riding on a tall horse, shouted and stopped his subordinates from doing anything.

Then he quickly got off the horse, clasped his fists and smiled, "It turns out that he is the brother of Baiqisi, he is so respectful."

Fang Ying sat upright on the horse, looked down at him, and asked in a deep voice: "Which part of you are?"

"The subordinate is under the Taicang Department and the vanguard You Yi Envoy." The leader replied.

What does Taicang Department do?

Do they take care of food and supplies? Isn’t the Ministry of Revenue responsible for this?

Fang Ying's expression remained unchanged, but he was actually full of questions. He had been traveling through the Tang Dynasty for almost a year, and he was still confused by various official positions.

I saw that my little brother was down.

The senior high school senior came over at the right time and whispered: "My Datang granary can be divided into regular warehouses, charity warehouses, and Changping warehouses according to the source of the warehouses. In addition, there are Taicang, military warehouses, transshipment warehouses, and divine warehouses."

"The local official warehouse is managed by the Gua Department under the Ministry of Revenue of the Shangshu Province, the Changping Warehouse is managed by the Changping Warehouse under the Taifu Temple, the Taicang Warehouse is managed by the Taicang Warehouse under the Sinong Temple, and the transfer warehouse is directly under the Sinong Temple..."

I heard about the popular science of the third brother.

Fang Ying understood a little bit.

However, it is only limited to understanding that so many granaries and so many people in charge, and at the same time, it is obvious that it can only be just one word: chaos!

"Forward You Yishou?"

Fang Ying narrowed his eyes and asked, "Reasonablely, you should be responsible for leading the rovers to patrol, why did you personally carry food and grass?"

The young leader explained with a bitter face: "Do you think we want to? There is not enough staff to transport grain, so Shangguan can only send us to the battlefield."

This explanation barely works.

However, according to the concept of guilt, it is that You Yi is patrolling outside for a long time, and even if something happens, he will not be able to discover it in the short term.

Fang won the horse and said in a deep voice: "Take us to check the food and grass."

"No, please come here."

The little leader quickly responded and led Fang Ying and his group toward the carriage.

In the third year of high school, Jia Wu and others followed behind, with a normal expression and even a hint of arrogant.

Fang Ying frowned slightly.

Baiqi has the right to supervise all officials, but will not interfere in the schedule and administration unless the matter is related to the person under supervision.

The other party didn't even protest.

It seems too obedient... At this time, the Tang army was all irritable men. When encountering this situation, shouldn't we jump up and curse?

They came to the food truck.

The little leader opened a bag of food casually and asked Fang Ying to check it out.

Jia Wu grabbed a handful of corn and nodded: "No problem, they are all high-quality corn that meets the requirements for disaster relief."

Fang Ying asked subconsciously: "No sand mixed with it?"

He remembered the TV series he watched in his previous life, and the conversation between Heshen and Ji Xiaolan was praised as the truth by countless people.

However, the words fell.

A group of people around him looked at him with strange eyes.

The little leader's face turned pale, and his voice changed in fear: "Don't scare me, this is disaster relief food, who dares to tamper with it?"

"Why?"

Fang Ying asked in confusion: "Reducing the quality of food can help filter fake disaster victims to take food, and avoid corruption among officials. Is this a screening of customers who need it?"

"You shut up quickly."

Jia Wu pulled the house and won, and whispered: "Will officials not be greedy if they are mixed with sand? Then it is also food..."

"Also, why do the government need to provide disaster relief?"

"Is it because of kindness? Stop talking, I'm afraid of the disaster victims' rebellion!"

"You mix sand into the disaster relief grain. In the eyes of the hungry people, this is an insult to him... What should you eat when you eat it? Not only will you not thank you, but you will also scold you, and then you will become angry and then rebel."

"You are greedy for money and force the people to rebel. No matter whether the victims or the emperor, you will not be spared. When the people are gone and the money is not spent, the fool will do this..."

So, this situation does not exist in real history? Damn it! I avoided the ancient puppet drama, but was still tricked... Fang Ying kept complaining in his heart.

"By the way, why do you think so?" Jia Wu asked curiously.

"Well, I've read a book, and this is how unofficial history is recorded." Fang Ying whispered: "It is said that even the emperor praised the ministers who made this suggestion for their beautiful work."

"Tsk!" Jia Wu looked at him disdainfully: "As the emperor, he did not know how to be honest and clean and honest, and instead praised the evil ways, which means that that dynasty is not far from destruction."

So the Qing Dynasty was destroyed, and even the Fat Tou Tuo knew the truth. The old man Shiquan was even proud of it. Qing Chui could shut up.

Fang Ying said embarrassedly: "But in later generations, the powerful minister who was famous for his greed was respected by people as a symbol of wisdom."

"Later life? Which future life?"

The senior high school senior interrupted coldly: "If such a traitor is pushed to the altar, wouldn't it be that men lose their backbone and blood, and women lose their kindness and shame..."

"Third brother, I've said it!"

Fang Ying hurriedly stopped the Thintootun, thinking that if you continue to whine, I will definitely not be able to survive the Zhenguan Dynasty.

"That... everyone, have you finished checking?" the young leader came up to ask at the right time.

"Of course I haven't finished checking."

Fang Ying pointed at a dark trace in the grain truck and asked, "Why are there blood on this grain truck?"

As soon as this is said.

The little leader's pupils shrank slightly, but he quickly covered them up and said with a smile: "I met a robber on the road, and my brothers fought with those guys."

"Oh?" Fang Ying asked with his eyes narrowed, "Since it's a big battle, why are you not injured?"

Everyone's faces changed drastically.

The Baiqi and the Right Martial Guard were already on guard, and the officials who were escorting were nervous. The air at the scene was instantly filled with gunpowder.

“There’s a little more.”

Fang Ying looked at the little leader and said lightly: "Since you are a Youyi envoy, you must be riding a horse all year round, but why is it not the outer horoscope when you walk?"

One word is amazing.

The officials who were escorting were sweating coldly.

The man in the head collapsed with a vein on his forehead and suddenly let out a shrill cry:

"Do it!"
Chapter completed!