On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1987 Rongzhou Throat

Ding Hengshou has been restless ever since the grain was taken away.

For some reason, even though the food quantities were correct, he just felt that something was going to happen.

After thinking about it, I still feel that Liu Jiulang is too nice. I spent so much effort and money to help him. I wonder what kind of requests he will make of him.

Just as I was anxiously waiting for news, the lawyer walked quickly into the front hall.

"Sir, Liu Jiulang is here."

Ding Hengshou stood up suddenly: "Quick, please."

When Liu Jiulang entered the courtyard, before he even reached the front hall, he bowed from a distance, ready to greet him at any time.

It wasn't until they reached the front hall that he lowered his voice and said, "Ninth Young Master! This food issue really saved my life. If it weren't for your mediation, I'm afraid I would have lost my life!"

Liu Jiulang raised his hand to stop him from speaking. His white clothes were covered in coldness, and his expression was as heavy as the bottom of a pot. "There's no rush for this matter, sir. I came here to tell you that someone broke into the West Camp last night and tried to set fire to the food and fodder."

"What?" The smile on Ding Hengshou's face froze instantly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the jade belt around his waist.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "This, this is a serious crime punishable by death! Ninth Young Master, you came to tell me specifically, do you have any instructions?"

He swallowed, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... that he's your man?"

Liu Jiulang glanced at him sideways, his tone becoming a little colder. "Governor Ding, what do you mean by that? I, Liu Jiulang, wouldn't dare to do something so life-threatening."

Ding Hengshou breathed a sigh of relief, but his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He was about to say something else when Liu Jiulang stepped forward and said in a low voice, "But in my opinion, this matter is probably related to Liu Balang."

With a "thump", Ding Hengshou was so scared that his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

He held onto the table beside him, his face pale as paper. "Eighth, Eighth Young Master? If this gets discovered, my family will be confiscated and my clan will be exterminated! Ninth Young Master, you have to show me a way out. What should I do?"

Liu Jiulang frowned: "For now, I am just guessing. I will go to Liu Balang's house to check it out.

You must immediately gather your men and search the camp for the 'murderer'. Even if you can't find him, you must pretend to mobilize a large force, the bigger the noise, the better."

Ding Hengshou's fingers were still shaking, but he nodded hurriedly: "I understand! I understand! I must pretend to be serious!"

Liu Jiulang said no more, turned around and left with his entourage.

Ding Hengshou stood there, his heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out.

He clenched his fists, and it seemed like all his strength had nowhere to go, and he didn't know where to put it.

After a while, he suddenly shouted, "Someone come!"

A bailiff came running in: "Sir, what are your orders?"

"You go to the outside of Liu Balang's house and keep an eye on it immediately. Report any movement immediately! Then send someone to investigate near the city gate to see if there is anything unusual!" Ding Hengshou spoke very quickly, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

The bailiff took the order and left, but Ding Hengshou was still feeling uneasy.

He paced back and forth in the hall, feeling his eyelids twitching violently, as if some disaster was about to happen.

Just as he picked up the teacup to drink some tea to calm his nerves, he saw a yamen runner rushing in, his voice distorted: "Sir! This is not good!

Su Zhenhai beheaded two people in front of Liu Balang's mansion, and their heads have been hung on the city gate for public display!

With a "clang", the teacup in Ding Hengshou's hand fell to the ground, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor.

He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time. He just kept swallowing, and his throat was so dry and painful.

Although Su Zhenhai had soldiers under his command, he had always been patient and had never attacked because of the military rations. Why would he suddenly attack Liu Balang's men?

Could it be that Su Zhenhai was really pushed into a corner and was about to resort to surgery?

Su Zhenhai has been to the battlefield and seen blood, and his subordinates all listen to him. If they really rebel, his office as the governor will be no match for Su Zhenhai.

Ding Hengshou couldn't help but feel regretful at this moment - if he had known this would happen, he should have established a good relationship with Su Zhenhai, and even if it took some risks, he should not have withheld the military rations so harshly and forced him into a desperate situation.

But he also had a vague feeling that it shouldn't be just for this.

Before he could figure it out, another bailiff ran in breathlessly, "Sir! The Sucheng Envoy... The Sucheng Envoy has brought someone here and wants to see you!"

You came just like that? And you brought people with you!

Could it be that he is here to take his life?

Ding Hengshou's legs felt weak and he wanted to run, but he had no strength. Before he could catch his breath, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, a buzzing sound in his head, and his body fell backwards limply, and he fainted completely.

At the same time, on the street of Rongzhou City, Yan Ruyu put down the medicine bag in her hand and frowned slightly.

"This herb is too expensive, isn't it?" Su Shengsheng exclaimed, holding a few shrunken bupleurum stalks in his hand. "And they say it's still cheap. The better ones are all monopolized by the Liu family, and the price has more than tripled."

When the owner of the medicine shop heard this, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Miss, keep your voice down! If anyone from the Liu family hears, I won't be able to keep this shop open anymore!"

He lowered his voice and said, "It's not that we are raising the price, it's that the Liu family controls the supply channels, and small pharmacies like us have no choice. Those cheap herbs are all old and rotten. They can't cure diseases if we buy them back. They are no different from grass."

Yan Ruyu nodded, said nothing more, turned and walked out of the pharmacy.

Su Shengsheng hurriedly followed behind.

The two walked along the street and visited several grocery stores in succession. The situations were surprisingly similar to those in the drug stores.

"Boss, why is this rice so expensive?" Su Shengsheng picked up a bag of rice and weighed it.

The shopkeeper sighed, "Miss, you don't know that the grain trade in Rongzhou is all controlled by the Liu family.

We have to sell at whatever price they say, there's nothing we can do about it. If we dare to lower the price privately, our shop will be smashed up the next day."

Walking out of the grain store, Su Shengsheng couldn't help but complain: "This Liu family is too domineering! They want to control everything, it's like they treat Rongzhou as their own home!"

Yan Ruyu looked at the signboard of the Liu Family Trading Company not far away with deep eyes, and said slowly: "They not only regard Rongzhou as their own home, but they clearly have the entire Rongzhou by their throat.

Food and medicinal materials are the foundation of people's livelihoods, and they are firmly in their hands. No wonder they are so rampant."

Su Shengsheng was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "No wonder, I used to think that my father was too tolerant and didn't break up with the Liu family. Now it seems..."

It now seems that we really cannot tear our relations apart at will. If we really do, the Liu family will give an order and all the grain stores and drug stores will be closed. It is conceivable what Rongzhou will face and what the people will suffer.

It's really chilling.

Su Shengsheng felt that he finally understood his father's situation and difficulties.

Yan Ruyu did not answer, but just looked at the shriveled herbs in her hand with a serious look, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.