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Chapter 180 Mu Feng's analysis: Food prices skyrocket

The day passed quickly after a busy day. When night fell, the bright moonlight sprinkled into the room, adding a touch of brightness to the darkness.

Mu Feng's room was brightly lit, and on the table were no longer delicious dishes, but several cups of steaming tea.

Mu Feng drank a cup of tea and had to say that the service in this inn was really good. At least the tea was less bitter.

Mu Feng sat upright in his seat and asked Zi Nu, "Has the news about Nanyang been passed on to Brother Han?"

Zi Nu's intelligence network covers the seven countries. Nanyang is not far from Xinzheng, and all the news about what happened in Nanyang should have reached Han Fei.

The purple girl was wearing a gradient long-sleeved water skirt with a layer of dark purple gauze on her chest that fit tightly against her graceful body. Her long purple hair was scattered and tied up with a ribbon and three silver hairpins. A strand of black hair hung down on both sides of her forehead, making her look cool and elegant.

He nodded slightly and said, "Han Fei has already known the news from Nanyang, and Madam Mingzhu in the palace has sent a message to Zhang Liang."

"Comparing the two pieces of information, it is indeed man-made, and it was done by someone under the cover of night."

Yan Lingji was wearing a dark red long dress with alternating red and black colors. She had taken off her fiery red wrist guards and armor, and had a red ribbon wrapped around her shoulders. Her jet-black hair draped behind her, revealing her fair and lovely face, which highlighted her unparalleled beauty.

Yan Lingji looked stern and said, "Only Ye Mu has such a strong power, and the Emerald Tiger is in charge of Nanyang, bullying the people."

"Ye Mu acted so cruelly, not caring about the lives of the people of Nanyang. What is he planning?"

Mu Feng said expressionlessly, "Wang An of Han wants to select a crown prince to assist him in governing. Han Yu and Han Fei are naturally the best candidates, but Ye Mu's target cannot be Han Fei."

"Therefore, Han Fei must withdraw from this competition and ensure that Han Yu becomes the crown prince."

"And the incident in Nanyang was intended to trap Han Fei completely in this situation. If Han Fei is incompetent, it will cause the death of countless people in Nanyang."

"With no hope of winning the throne and the people's support lost, it is natural that the plan will fail."

"When the time comes, Han Yu will take action, and with the help of Night, he will quickly provide disaster relief and stabilize the people's hearts. Han Yu's position as the crown prince will be easily won."

Zi Nu sighed, "The word 'strife for succession', the palace affairs, the exchange of political interests, all of them are turbulent."

"This time, we are all caught up in this storm."

"Hehehehe."

Yan Lingji smiled and said, "I wonder if our Ninth Young Master can still keep smiling now."

Well, this is very Yan Lingji. Anyway, Han Fei will be happy if he gets humiliated.

Ningyu served in front of Mu Feng, pouring tea for the three people. What they talked about had nothing to do with her. Now her only job was to serve the gentleman well.

To have a good destination, you must make good use of it.

Mu Feng was speechless, and smiled: "The matter of Nanyang has been investigated clearly, and the next step is to compete with Ye Mu."

"If I'm not mistaken, Brother Han is having a headache because he can't raise food."

Zi Nu got the information and said, "Indeed, all the food in Nanyang has been destroyed by the Emerald Tiger."

"But the palace can only use 30% of its food, which is totally insufficient for disaster relief."

"As for the fourth son Han Yu, he has the five thousand gold coins that King Han An used to prepare for the birthday banquet. This is a good opportunity."

“Unfortunately, Han Yu is cooperating with Ye Mu, and the young master is competing for the throne. Han Yu will not give Han Fei any chance.”

Yan Lingji said: "Now we need to buy grain from the market in Xinzheng and see if we can raise enough for disaster relief."

Mu Feng took a sip of tea and said, "When you reach the mountain, there must be a way out. Brother Han is smart and will definitely find a solution."

Although Mu Feng knew that Han Fei couldn't buy a single grain of food in the market in Xinzheng, it was not just Xinzheng, he could still make a move in other places.

Mu Feng looked at the moonlight outside. It was already late at night. He said, "It's getting late. Go to bed early. We have finished our exploration of Nanyang and it's time for us to go back."

"Or, together."

Mu Feng shamelessly pointed at the bed in the room, his meaning was very clear.

Zi Nu rolled her eyes and blushed: "You are a pervert. You think about these things every day."

Having said that, he turned around and left, pulling the hesitant Ningyu.

Yan Lingji laughed, came to Mu Feng's side, lifted Mu Feng's chin with her right hand, and said: "Master, Lingji still wants to accompany you, but the master's idea is not good."

"Lingji is very unhappy, so the master can only be alone tonight."

After saying this, she lightly nodded her red lips, then turned into flames and caught up with the two Zi Nu people in front.

Mu Feng shook his head, feeling the tenderness of her lips, and could only stay alone in the empty room.

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Hanwangdu, on the streets of Xinzheng.

Zhang Liang and Nong Yu were strolling on the street, constantly inspecting the surrounding grain shops. Following behind them were the guards from Han Fei's mansion, protecting their safety.

Zhang Liang sighed and said, "I'm afraid that Brother Han won't receive any good news today."

Nong Yu looked around and said, "The grain market in Xinzheng is more tense than expected."

Before I knew it, I was walking past long queues of people queuing up to buy food. The price of food was rising rapidly, basically changing every half a day.

The people waiting in line looked anxious and complained that food prices were rising too fast. This morning, food prices had doubled compared to yesterday. They could hardly afford food and had no way to survive.

It was at this time that the price of grain was updated again, reaching 48 baht per hu.

According to the currency price during the Qin and Han dynasties, one gold was equal to twenty taels, and one tael was divided into twenty-four zhu, so one gold was divided into four hundred and eighty zhu.

In other words, before the war even started, the price of grain had already risen to a terrifying one-tenth of a gold coin, and it would continue to soar, basically doubling every half a day, and would soon exceed the savings of the people.

At that time, there would really be thousands of starving people, corpses everywhere, and chaos.

Zhang Liang came to a grain store. The owner of the grain store obviously knew Zhang Liang and greeted him quickly: "Mr. Zhang, why are you here?"

Zhang Liang reprimanded him, "Grandfather and Sikou are busy dealing with the drought in Nanyang, and you merchants are not doing anything but driving up the price of grain."

The shopkeeper quickly explained: "This is by no means intentional price gouging. The increase in grain prices is a helpless move."

"Some time ago, someone bought up a lot of grain. Now the grain stores are running low on inventory, and then another disaster hit Nanyang."

"People in the city are worried about being affected, so they are starting to rush to buy. If the price is not raised, the food in the store will be sold out."

Nanyue asked, "Why is it that many grain shops have closed down along the way, but the shopkeeper is the only one doing a booming business? Could it be that the shopkeeper knew that the grain price would rise sharply in the next two days and deliberately kept a lot of grain?"

Zhang Liang said, "Please sell us your surplus grain to help with the disaster."

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "Young lady, you are joking. The national treasury doesn't have much grain in stock right now. How come we ordinary grain merchants still have extra stock?"

Zhang Liang's expression froze, and he asked, "The national treasury is running low on grain. Where did you get the news?"

The shopkeeper was afraid to step back, and stammered, "This, this, this is, this is a rumor, a rumor."

Zhang Liang and Nong Yu looked at each other and realized that someone had leaked the news. It would be even more difficult to collect food in the future.