Weng Lu asked all the Yun family to move to his Taolin Villa, and Mr. Peng Li also asked Yun Zheng to hide in Jinjiang Academy quickly, but Yun Zheng refused them one by one. The excuse was that there were many people he needed to take care of and could not leave. The reason was very noble.

As long as there is more than one more day of heavy snow, the crisis will become more critical. Chengdu people who have no experience with heavy snow suddenly discovered that it is only after the snow stops. The sun is shining violently, but the earth is getting colder. After the cold fog rises, the incident of people frozen to death in Chengdu will inevitably come.

There are actually not many people who have frozen to death, most of them are homeless people. However, early in the morning when the yamen runners dragged carts to throw bodies from the streets and alleys to the carts, people felt cold in their hearts.

When the government discovered that such a thing would stimulate more people, it was too late to pick up dead bodies in Linchen, and the entire Chengdu Prefecture was shrouded in the clouds of fear.

"It's time to die!" Xiaolin's face was a little colder than the cold fog outside.

"This is not serious, I have read local chronicles. There is cold fog coming every year in Chengdu Prefecture. When cold fog comes, people will always freeze to death. For example, there were 16 zombies two years ago."

Yun Zheng handed a bowl of hot porridge to Xiaolin and ordered the bacon to give Xiaolin a pair of thick enough boots. This guy didn't know how many times he had run. In seven or eight days, his shoes ran away and his dark feet were already frostbite.

After drinking the hot porridge, Xiaolin moaned, took a jar of wine from the corner of the wall, poured a bowl into the porridge bowl, and drank it cleanly. He put down the bowl and said to Yun Zheng in confusion: "It's strange, I don't know who is guiding the chaos this time. I've been following all the way, but I can't find any clues. No one has seen the fisherman who came up from the stone fisherman before, and no one remembers the scene of the stone fisherman fishing out from the river, but every fisherman who has seen the stone fisherman swears that there is indeed such a person, and ten people can say ten kinds of things in their mouths. The winter thunder in the mountains cannot find any useful information. The heavy snow followed behind covered all the traces without a trace.

I guess these people are all ill-behaved, and now they are lurking. After waiting for things to develop to a hopeless level, they will immediately swing their arms and followers will flock to them.

A hundred people have been frozen to death this year. We know that this is a sin caused by the cold fog, but the people don’t know that they will think they are starving to death. The government has actually distributed some food to these people. Some people have frozen to death, and there is still food in the food bags around them. Panic. Now the biggest problem in Chengdu is panic."

The bacon brought cotton boots to Xiaolin. Xiaolin held it in his hand and sighed, then returned to his room to rest. The endless work these days has made him exhausted.

Bagua looked up at his young master and asked worriedly: "Will there be civil troubles in Chengdu? Master? Our family has just stabilized. If civil troubles occur and our family's food is stolen, those women will starve to death."

Yun Zheng looked at the bacon with guilt and said, "No, no, if the hearts of those businessmen are really made of iron stone, let the people come early. The amount of money can only prove that you are rich, and it does not mean that you can ignore the life and death of others."

The bacon couldn't understand Yun Zheng's words, so he went to Lu Qingying in confusion, preparing to ask his wife if she understood what the young master said. Yun Zheng walked into the cold fog again. As soon as he stretched out his hand, it was cold and cold. Such cold fog had been encountered in Dousha Village before, and he still remembers the scene of him holding Yun Er wrapped in a broken quilt and trembling.

Shaking his head with difficulty, the Chinese people are actually the kindest and most diligent. As long as they have food to eat, they will be grateful to the rulers. This disaster is far from the level of rebellion. Because without the farmers joining, their harvest last year was not greatly damaged, so the food in their homes is barely enough for him to eat until the next season of producing grain.

The rebellion without the participation of farmers would not be possible. This time, Yun Zheng only wanted to create an illusion to force the government and wealthy businessmen to start selling food. Now it seems that these people's hearts are much harder than Yun Zheng expected. If there is no further pressure, they will not be able to relax.

There are hot oil sold in Chengdu. Poor families use it to light lamps. The oil smoke is very high, and the Yun family also has it. It is used in workshops. It is made into torches when squeezing spices, which are very resistant to burning.

After Yun Zheng distilled these black liquids, he obtained seven or eight bottles of light yellow liquid, which could not be said to be gasoline or kerosene. In short, Yun Zheng knew one thing, and it would not be lit without sand after lit this thing.

The time-delay device cannot help Yun Zheng. When the fragrant head encounters saltpeter, bright flames will be generated. Six hours are the limit...

The grain sold by the Zhang family began to mix sand. This was what Hao Er told Yun Zheng that there was already a lot of grain mixed with sand in his grain warehouse. After the cold fog receded, he planned to start trading.

Yun Zheng, who had already felt guilty in his heart, immediately disappeared after hearing these words...

So the Zhang family's grain warehouse began to catch fire, and the flames were very large. From the beginning of discovering smoke to the time when the fire became larger, there was not even a cup of tea. The time for the fire was when the Zhang family planned to open the door to business.

The grain cannot be burned by the fire. The people squeezed outside the Zhang family store started to put out the fire with various containers. The people were too crowded and the fire was put out. The Zhang family was very grateful. The shopkeeper was about to say a few words of thanks. A strong man came out and filled his own wooden barrel with a full bucket of grain mixed with burnt brown rice and said to the inexplicable shopkeeper: "You don't need to thank you. Since it was me who saved your granary, I would not take advantage of you if I took away a bucket of rice."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Just as the shopkeeper was about to stop him, he found that the people who were still helping him save were all cheering up happily, and everyone said that this was his reward for putting out the fire.

Then the scene became chaotic. Whether it was a firefighter or a firefighter, they would say something to thank the shopkeeper, and then they started to rush to get their own portion of food.

When the yamen runners arrived, they had no choice but to face the crowd who had already fallen into madness. They could only watch a robbery without any order happening under their noses.

The shopkeeper's voice was as shrill as a female wolf who had lost her cub. He stepped forward angrily to stop these crazy robbers. Someone pushed him, but the shopkeeper's whispered and fell to the ground. Immediately, a big foot rushed towards the granary behind him.

There was a voice from the shopkeeper at the beginning. Gradually, as the big feet stepped on him became more and more, blood sprayed out of his mouth like a stream, and he was trampled to death...

When Zhao led Yongxing Army to arrive, the Zhang family's granary had become empty, with brown rice and burnt wood everywhere on the ground, and of course the corpse of the shopkeeper's eyes dying. Zhao's prefect whistled to the sky with a sad long whistle, and then ordered the clerk with a firm heart.

"Send the order and tell the grain merchants that if they do not sell large amounts of grain at the price in early autumn, the government will be unable to protect them. From tomorrow on, the stock will be closed and no longer restricted from the people from purchasing grain, but they need to lead the team and protect each other from the neighbors to ensure that every household can buy grain..."

After three days of sunlight, the cold fog finally subsided. It was rare to have a good day. Yun Zheng and Lu Qingying were playing chess while enjoying the warm afternoon sun in front of the window.

Although Lu Qingying was charming, he was very bold when playing chess. He liked to kill the most. Yun Zheng's chess style was still dull. When Lu Qingying tried hard to kill one of Yun Zheng's big dragons, he found that Yun Zheng had quietly connected the previously scattered territory into a large area. Lu Qingying then began to occupy land. Unfortunately, there were very few places to use. The territory occupied by the dragon that had intercepted and killed earlier also suffered a lot of losses when competing for the purpose.

Yun Zheng landed the last piece on the chessboard, then wiped his hands with a white handkerchief and said, "There is no doubt that I won. What else does Madam have to say this time?"

Lu Qingying threw the chess piece angrily and said, "You are cheating! When the two armies are fighting, you are not fighting in a dignified manner, but are constantly occupying the territory. Playing chess with you is the most boring!"

"Playing chess is about who occupies more territory in the end, not who kills more pawns. Your husband has never been a good person. He does things that will do whatever he wants to achieve his goal. As long as the final goal is achieved, who will pay attention to what methods you have used, not to mention that the wife's fragrant lips are always so sweet."

Yun Zheng drew Lu Qingying's head and kissed her heavily. Since she was taking bets, the tenderness and sweetness would be spared...

After tasting his fragrant lips, Yun Zheng brought a small bag of tea and went to Chengdu City. The city was very lively these two days, with people buying grain everywhere, and the streets were bustling. Although the grain merchants on the street were selling grain with a sad face, the price was steadily controlled at the level of early autumn.

There are many people in the teahouse, and many rich people go to the street to watch business. As long as the pedestrians on the road smile more than those who are depressed, they feel more comfort in their hearts. No one wants to live as Lao Zhang. Not only does he die in vain, but he also has the reputation of being unkind. When he dies, he is full of footprints on his body and his internal organs are stepped out.

As soon as Yun Zheng entered the teahouse, the shopkeeper immediately met. Yun Zheng took out the tea leaves from his arms, put them in the shopkeeper's hand, and sat in the seat he had already booked.

As soon as he sat down, someone gathered up and whispered: "Have you heard that? The fire in the old Zhang family was actually sent by the prefect. Only if a grain merchant died could he order the grain merchants to open the door. Only in this way would there be no censor complaining."

Yun Zheng said in surprise: "No, Master Zhao is famous in Shu. This time he issued a strict order to save the people from water and fire. Look at how these poor people are happy on the street."
Chapter completed!