Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 329 Red Dragon Fish

The ark lowered its sails and docked in a water area deep enough for maneuvering. Bags of rice were put into the sampan docked at the ship and sent up the mountain one by one.

The young and strong men and soldiers on the mountain worked together to transport the grain into the temporary granary in batches, and the clerks nearby were responsible for recording the amount stored in the warehouse.

The local militia patrolled back and forth to prevent the victims from forming groups and robbing or stealing food.

After several days, the temporary relief center has formed a relatively complete order and operation model.

Xiang Fangsu and others walked around the camp and often heard the name of Liang Qu.

Apart from the complaints about not having enough food on the boat and being easily thrown overboard, there were also many compliments such as "Prince Chi has come down to earth".

Xiang Fangsu asked, "How many relief centers have we passed along the way?"

Ran Zhongshi flipped open the document he was carrying with him: "There are four in total. All four Ah Shui have been here. The current relief center has sent 3,216 disaster victims, a large number."

"A Shui did a good job." Ke Wenbin praised him, "To be able to send more than 3,000 people here, A Shui must have at least a large fleet.

There are fleets rescuing people, so there is definitely a passing line. If we can produce a disaster divination map, no one will dare to gossip. "

Xiang Fangsu agreed, "Wei Lin sent Wei Shao, and I haven't heard his name much along the way. Maybe Ah Shui can do a better job than Wei Shao."

It's more important to be outstanding.

Liang Qu's horse racing skills were not inferior to Wei Shao's, which was already a success.

Ran Zhongshi closed the document and said, "Send the supplies to us quickly. According to what the inspector said, we can meet Ah Shui tonight!"

……

Outside the boat window.

The young and strong men and villagers waded through the water to drain water into the rice fields.

Liang Qu withdrew his gaze, licked the ink and continued writing.

"From mid-August to September this year, there was more rain than sunshine, and even if there was a little sunshine on one day, it was not as good as the continuous downpour.

The water was several feet deep on the flat ground, and more than ten feet deep in the low areas. It was a vast ocean, with only willow branches and corners of houses visible.

The summer rice failed before it was ready to mature, and the rice seedlings were damaged before they were planted. The people have exhausted their efforts in many ways and have tried every possible means. However, the water level is getting higher and higher, and there is no end in sight for the drought to return. I am afraid that the autumn harvest will be disappointing... One disaster has damaged two harvests, and the people are in extreme distress. "

Liang Qu copied the manuscript sent by his subordinates word for word.

I have not read much, so I have to look at templates from previous years before I can write properly.

After some minor revisions, a comprehensive disaster report was released.

Liang Qu had just put down his pen after writing his signature when he heard a commotion outside.

Liang Qu shouted: "What happened again?"

The fighter stood on the mast and shouted, "Sir, there seems to be a fight going on in Ganquan Town! There are quite a few people!"

“There’s so much going on every day!”

Liang Qu blew the ink dry, closed the album and put it in the cabinet, then took Fu Bo, the bow, and the quiver, got on the sampan and rushed to the town.

The sampan was swaying, and the shops in the southeast corner were surrounded by villagers.

The villagers, armed with sickles and rakes, waded through the water and rushed to the second floor to smash, loot and rob.

The door to the second floor was wide open, and furniture was occasionally thrown out of the window. Two people holding small bags of rice were squeezed out and rolled down along the eaves. They were submerged in the water, leaving a pool of blood and large pieces of rice grains floating up.

Liang Qu shouted loudly.

"enough!"

The overwhelming pressure rolled over the small building. The people who were waving wooden sticks only felt a tightness in their chests and their faces turned pale, as if their hearts were being held tightly by someone and could not pump out blood, causing severe pain.

The uncontrollable civil unrest came to an end in an instant, and many people looked at Liang Qu with fear in their eyes.

Chen Jiechang and Li Libo, who were trying to maintain order in the crowd, saw Liang Qu coming and hurriedly squeezed out of the store.

Liang Qu pointed at the small building: "What's going on?"

"They were trying to steal food!" Chen Jiechang took two deep breaths, covering his purple forehead. "They rushed in and beat everyone they saw. Libo and I were both hit with two sticks."

Li Libo pushed the crowd away and fished out a floating plaque from the water, on which the words "Mihang" were clearly written.

Liang Qu understood.

The most serious problem caused by the flood is naturally food shortage.

Chen Jiechang and others had just arrived and didn't know much about Liangqu. They had already encountered many incidents of looting and smashing along the way.

Most of the time, it was because the rice shops had raised prices drastically, causing public outrage, or because some people were barefoot and were not afraid of wearing shoes, so they incited others to take risks, cause trouble and steal food.

Liang Qu shouted, "Where is the rice shop owner?"

"here!"

Lu Xinqing jumped out from the second floor, holding a bruised old man in his hand. Kou Zhuang followed closely behind him, also carrying an unconscious middle-aged man, and splashed a lot of water when they landed.

The old man pried open his swollen, purple eyelids, and when he saw Liang Qu's official uniform, he burst into tears: "My Lord, please stand up for the people! These unruly people! Unruly people!"

"It's not up to you to decide whether the people are unruly or not. Are you the owner of the rice shop?"

The old man nodded repeatedly.

"Then let me ask you, how much does this rice shop cost?"

"Ten cents per pound!" the old man shouted, "My master is kind-hearted and gives me a fair price!"

As soon as these words came out, even though they were frightened by Liang Qu's power, some people stood up and cursed: "Bullshit! Twenty cents per catty of rice! It has more than doubled! How dare you say it's ten cents per catty?"

The old man was not to be outdone: "Not ten cents? The pockmarked guy over there! I'm asking you, should I sell it to you for ten cents? You have no conscience and are trying to rob me, right?"

Liang Qu looked up, and the pockmarked young men in the crowd lowered their heads, not daring to refute.

It’s actually true!
Li Libo was puzzled: "What's going on? Why are some selling for ten cents and some for twenty cents?"

"Well."

Just at this moment, the middle-aged man brought out by Kou Zhuang opened his eyes in a trance and woke up from his coma.

The rice shop owner hurriedly broke free and hugged the middle-aged man: "Boss, boss, are you okay?"

Seeing the man wake up, Liang Qu stood on the sampan and asked, "Are you the owner of this rice shop?" Lin Zishi was dizzy and did not answer immediately. He was stunned for a while, looked around and understood the situation. With the help of the old man, he barely stood up and bowed to Liang Qu.

"I am Lin Zishi, the humble servant. I am here to pay my respects to you, sir. I dare not lie to you. This rice shop is owned by me."

"Let me ask you, how much does your rice business cost?"

"If it's just rice, it's ten to eighteen cents per pound."

Lin Zishi spoke slowly.

It turns out that price increases are true, and price stabilization is also true, it just depends on the person.

On the first day of the flood, Lin Zishi gathered his neighbors and promised that as long as the villagers could help guard the Lin family's rice warehouse, the rice in the store would be sold to the villagers at a fair price. However, for outsiders, the price would be raised to 18 cents per pound, which was twice the price.

In this way, Lin Zishi felt that he could prevent the rice shop from being robbed, protect himself, and make a profit at the same time.

Who would have thought that man proposes, God disposes? Today, someone led a large number of disaster victims from other places and gathered people to rob the rice shop.

The other side was so numerous and powerful that the neighbors could not rush in time. The people nearby were unable to stop them and turned against them on the spot, joining the victims in looting.

As the chaos broke out, the villagers who came later joined in the scramble for rice, completely forgetting their previous promise.

Buying rice at a reasonable price is not as cost-effective as snatching it away directly.

Liang Qu picked a few more outsiders to question.

He was tall and wore a solemn official uniform, and given his previous intimidation, no one dared to hide it.

"Someone told me that there were unscrupulous businessmen in Ganquan Town who were making money from disasters, and they wanted to go there to enforce justice... I thought it would be beneficial, so I followed them..."

"They say there are unscrupulous businessmen making money without caring about our lives, why not go and do something about it..."

"I feel resentful, so I follow you..."

Upon questioning, it turns out that they were all instigated by others.

As for who was the leader and instigator, everyone pointed fingers at each other, forming a big network, and there was no source at all.

It seems to be a headless case.

"Strange, so complicated..."

Li Libo was dumbfounded.

Liang Qu's temples were throbbing, and every time he encountered something bad, it was a disaster.

Lin Zishi, natives and outsiders, each has unique skills.

"Lin Zishi!"

"The grass people are here."

"I order you to sell rice at a fair price. After selling the rice, you can sell the miscellaneous grains! Every person can buy half a catty of rice at a fair price every day with chips. After that, you can buy as much as you want."

"Sir, my house was destroyed by the flood. I have no firewood and no stove."

"Yeah, there's no fire to cook."

Someone shouted, causing a response.

"Have I finished?" Liang Qu's eyes were lowered, and his authority rose again, and the noise stopped. "Twice in the morning and twice at noon every day, you need to sell affordable porridge. To buy affordable porridge, you need to buy chips first, and then use the chips to get the porridge.

There are four kinds of chips. The largest one is ten coins, which can get you three big bowls of porridge. The medium one... In addition, there is a free "card porridge". The very poor can get porridge by giving a card. The village elders in various places are responsible for the overall planning. As for you..."

Liang Qu swept his eyes over the people present, and said, "Everyone will receive ten strokes of the stick! If you do it again, you will be beheaded! Don't think that you are not afraid of punishment just because you have a large number of people. If you are brave, you can give it a try!"

Lin Zishi bowed and said, "Your Excellency is wise!"

"Your Excellency is wise."

The people responded in twos and threes.

"Kou Zhuang, Jie Chang, the two of you stay here to carry out the execution. Li Bo, Lu Xinqing, follow me."

Liang Qu turned around and left.

The rest of the people looked at the burly Kou Zhuang and the "thin" Chen Jiechang.

The pockmarked man stepped forward and laughed, "Sir, can we choose?"

"Sure." Chen Jiechang smiled, "Choose fifteen or twenty boards? Thirty boards is not impossible."

"..."

On the sampan, Li Libo flattered him, "Brother Shui is amazing. He solved it in one go. The four kinds of chips..."

"Bullshit! It's all in the book."

Liang Qu took out "A General Study on Dike Construction" from his arms and threw it to Li Libo.

The book not only contains information on how to repair the dam, but also on how to resettle the disaster victims. He read it verbatim, and the price of each chip remained unchanged.

The above also emphasizes that you must not just get the porridge directly, and you must establish a measure to get a license first.

Li Libo was overjoyed and read it carefully on the spot.

The fiery clouds dimmed, casting long slanting shadows on the surface of the river.

The sampan was docked, and Liang Qu was about to get on board when he heard a few more shouts in the distance.

Not long after, a group of people came running over in a panic, and the leader was actually Old Song.

"What happened?"

Old Song's face was red, whether it was because of the red clouds or because of the blood rushing to his face, he pointed to the distance and said, "Master Liangqu, go and have a look, someone has found a red dragon fish!"

"Red dragon fish?"

"This is a great treasure fish that is hard to come by in the Blackwater River for decades! It is red all over with dragon scales and dragon whiskers. It is said that it will appear when a wise man appears."

Old Song paused as he was speaking, looked up and down at Liang Qu, and danced with excitement.

"I understand! I understand! Lord Liang is the wise man!"

(End of this chapter)