Can I become the Yu-Gi-Oh by summoning the Flame Swordsman?

"Five thousand dan is not enough, you want another five thousand dan?" Bai Chu turned hostile and scolded, "You dog official! Do you know what kind of life the people are living? This locust plague has lasted for several months. Do you know how many people have died?

You stored all the food here and deliberately set an absurdly high price for it. You are deliberately trying to steal money and kill people. Do you know that you deserve to die? ?

Five thousand dan, the imperial treasury is not rich, and it is collected from all over the country for you to use to save the lives of the people. How many people starved to death before they could get this food, but you sell it for one liang per dou. Do you want to make 50,000 liang? Do you dare to make this much money?

You are willing to give out 100 dan of grain as a prize for a meaningless food tasting contest. Why don't you open the gate of the county government office and take a look? The skinny corpses are already piled up at the gate of your county government office. Or is your county government office a mere formality and can be abolished at any time?"

Seeing Bai Chu suddenly so excited, Fan Qian felt a little confused and asked in confusion: "Master Xi, why are you suddenly saying this? People like us should have been accustomed to this a long time ago, right? How can you make money by talking about conscience?"

"What do you mean by 'we'? Who are you and 'we'?" Bai Chu clenched his fists. "I came here to investigate the cause of the rebellion of the hungry people in Fuhai area. After my investigation, I came to the conclusion that I must get rid of you, a heartless and treacherous official first!"

"But didn't you say that the plate of dead rats you used to humiliate me in public was snatched from a group of hungry people who were fighting each other?" Fan Qian was still puzzled: "Just to humiliate me, that is, for your own selfish desires, you snatched food from the mouths of hungry people. Are you much better than me? I can't do such a thing."

Bai Chu narrowed his eyes and said, "I lied to you. I gave each of them a steamed bun in exchange for the dead rat."

"Oh——" Fan Qian deliberately dragged out the tone, and nodded in sudden enlightenment: "So you really think you have the right to blame me."

"What do you mean?"

"Haha." Fan Qian showed a meaningful smile on his face: "Master Xi, you exchanged the dead mouse in their hands for a steamed bun, and you think you are a great man, and you are so moved that you want to be a savior, right?

However, if the hungry people eat steamed buns today, they will still starve to death tomorrow. So what is the difference between dying today and dying tomorrow? You should have more than enough dry food to give each of them a steamed bun, right? Didn't you leave a way out for yourself? Why don't you take out all your food and share it with them?"

"I..." Bai Chu was suddenly speechless. "I don't have much food with me. Giving it all to them won't solve the problem completely. Only by giving out the food you have hidden can we solve the problem completely."

"Yes, Master Xi, you are right." Fan Qian nodded: "Your way of solving the problem is to deal with the current situation perfunctorily first, and then solve everyone's problems at once after there is enough food. I think the same way, so I said at the beginning that we are actually the same kind of people."

Bai Chu frowned and said, "Stop quibbling! If you really wanted to solve the problem, you would have arranged for people to distribute disaster relief food long ago, instead of just talking nonsense here and making excuses for your behavior."

"Well, Master Xi, if you were me, and we want to distribute disaster relief food, how should we do it?

Let's do some calculations. I have 5,000 dan of grain, and there are about 20,000 hungry people in Xiahe County. If I break the whole into smaller pieces, say 20,000 people, each person can get 2.5 dou of grain.

What does two dou and five liters of grain mean? Now is a disaster year, we eat less and save more, but no matter how much we save, one dou of grain can only feed a normal person for four days.

That is to say, after the five thousand stones of grain are distributed, the people who get the grain can only live on the relief grain for 10 more days. After 10 days, all the people in Xiahe County will still starve to death. Moreover, not everyone can get it. Some people will starve to death tonight. Sir Xi, even so, do you still want to distribute it?"

"Then are you indifferent to the victims who are starving to death? They will starve to death even if they are divided, so don't divide it and let yourself have it all. Is that what you mean?" Bai Chu continued to ask:

"Even if you have an excuse for being passive and lazy, how do you explain that you sold the disaster relief grain at a high price of one ounce per bushel? How do you explain that you turned away the grain merchants who came to provide relief?"

"Then I will explain it to you one by one, Master Xi." Fan Qian said calmly: "When you met those hungry people on the street and could not completely solve their problems, you could look to my food to put out the fire. But when I was faced with this situation where a good cook could not cook without rice, Master Xi, who could I look to?"

"Doesn't the imperial court allocate disaster relief grain every month?"

"This should be the last batch." Fan Qian said calmly: "Isn't the court gathering troops to fight the rebels? This means that the court has given up on these disaster victims who can never be saved and are even increasing day by day.

"The court's intention now is that if anyone is unwilling to starve to death, the army will kill them with swords. If the court can still collect food from the local areas in the future, it will not be called disaster relief food, it will be called military food."

"So, you started selling food at high prices, ignoring the lives of these disaster victims who were going to die anyway, and squeezed every last bit of fat out of them?"

Fan Qian nodded confidently: "Yes, this is exactly the method I came up with to collect disaster relief grain."

"What did you say!?" Bai Chu was so angry when he heard it.

"Master Xi, don't get excited. Look, I proposed a grain price of one ounce per bushel. The disaster victims certainly can't accept it, but there is a group that is overjoyed and regards Xiahe County as a paradise. Master Xi, guess what group this is?"

"Are you talking about you?"

"Then, in what capacity am I so elated?"

Bai Chu pondered for a moment and realized: "Grain merchant?"

"Yes!" After applauding, Fan Qian continued, "One ounce of grain for one bushel is a price far beyond the normal level. When grain merchants from all over Daguang heard this news, who wouldn't want to come to Xiahe County to make a fortune?

Here, they can not only make more money than before, but also symbolically lower the price based on mine, gain a good reputation, and leave all the bad reputation to me alone.

Those grain merchants who are usually called profiteers dare not even dream of such a good thing. Why don't they rush to bring grain to Xiahe County to do business? Then, grain from all over the country will spontaneously gather in Xiahe County through the hands of grain merchants, right? "

Bai Chu subconsciously wanted to refute, but at this moment he thought of someone - Wu Ji.

Isn’t Wu Ji the kind of person that Fan Qian is talking about?

"Not long ago, a grain merchant came from outside the city. The reason why I didn't let him in was because my people told me that the grain he brought probably didn't exceed 100 dan. This would certainly make him a lot of money, but it's still a drop in the bucket for disaster relief.

Therefore, I cannot let him enter the city immediately to lower the grain price level. Otherwise, those grain merchants who are slow to get the news and are still on the road will probably sell their grain on the spot or return the same way when they hear that the grain price has dropped, and there will be no place for me in Xiahe County.

But this is good news, which means that everything is going according to my plan. When more and more grain merchants gather outside the city and the grain reaches a sufficient amount, I will open the warehouse to release the grain. At that time, the grain price will plummet, and the grain merchants will be forced to sell the grain at a lower price. This may not be fair to them, but the beneficiaries are the disaster victims who can survive. "

Bai Chu never expected that what Fan Qian said sounded like crazy talk, but after thinking about it carefully, there was some truth to it.

"No," Bai Chu shook his head again. "No matter how nicely you said it, you didn't take any measures during the period of waiting for the grain merchants to rush to Xiahe County. Would the locust plague stop during this period? Would you just leave those victims who starved to death alone?"

"Then what can I do?" Fan Qian asked back, "The objective fact is that no matter what I do, I can't save everyone's lives at the same time. I am a mortal, not a god who can conjure food out of thin air.

Now I use 10 dan of grain to keep people alive for days, and the people will all call me incompetent. But if after a while, I use dan of grain to save people. Even if the people who died will call me incompetent, there will be another people who will be grateful to me and sing praises to me. This is the most efficient way, isn't it? "

"Perhaps you are right," Bai Chu sighed, "but people in this world never worry about the lack of people but the inequality of the people. Abandoning 5,000 people to save the other 15,000 is unfair to the 5,000 people. Even if they are going to starve to death, they should be treated equally. Tomorrow you should open the warehouse to provide disaster relief while you can still make up for it now."

Fan Qian said anxiously: "It is precisely because inequality is the norm in this world, and no one can change this norm, that everyone is not worried about scarcity but inequality, isn't it?

Why do you demand absolute fairness from everyone? Some people are self-sufficient. As long as they get a stone of grain, they can find a way to feed themselves for six or seven days.

Some people need to be taken care of by others. If they are given one stone of food, they can live for three days. If they are not given any, they will starve to death. Everyone has a different efficiency in using food. Do you still want to stubbornly force them to get the same amount of food? Isn’t this unfair?”

"Aren't people who can think of ways to live a few more days the ones who treat other people as food? Is your goal to filter out the ogres and let them survive? Kind people deserve to die, and only those who abandon their humanity have the right to live, right!"

"Master Xi, everything we do should be meaningful. If you divide all the food equally according to your method, everyone will starve to death in the end. Do you think people will be grateful to you? No! No one will be grateful to you. They will only support me. They will all think that I am the one who can keep them alive."

"I don't want anyone to be grateful to me. What I do is not for the purpose of profiting from it, but because I should do it!"

"So people like you are the most hypocritical!" Fan Qian suddenly pointed at Bai Chu and cursed, "You accused me of taking human lives lightly, but in fact you are the dog official who takes human lives lightly. You kill everyone for meaningless fairness without seeking actual benefits, just to satisfy your vanity of wanting to be a messenger of justice. It's disgusting and nauseating!

I am the one who pursues efficiency and works hard for Daguang. Either I don't save them, or I save them. Otherwise, it would be a desecration of food and a waste of Daguang's national strength. Xian, you are the one who deserves to die!"

"Really..." Bai Chu lowered his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Since we can't reach a consensus, let's fight."

"I will use a duel to tear off your hypocritical mask and let the scorching sun roast your rotten heart." Fan Qian raised his left hand, and a duel disk slowly emerged above his arm.

"Duel!" "Duel!"