My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 409 Liu Shishi: You've all fallen for Zeng Anmin's trap!
Zeng Anmin's gaze was sharper than ever before.

He stared at the official in front of him, a hint of menace in his eyes.

"The grain ships of Xuanlun Manor were hijacked by river pirates?"

The official's face was also extremely grim: "The news came at noon today."

How are the disaster victims doing now?

"Reporting to the superior, all the disaster victims in Xiliu are in and around Fengyang County."

Won't they try to escape?

"To the east is this great canyon, to the west is the sea, and to the north and south are blocked by huge rocks caused by the earth's upheaval."

……

Zeng Anmin learned about the situation in Xiliu.

Now, all the disaster victims who can run have already left the Grand Canyon and are fleeing along the waterways.

The rest are all destined to perish.

The entire West Stream is completely bare.

The bark has been completely gnawed away.

It can be said that the crisis facing the entire Xiliu region today is far beyond his imagination.

"First, order men to unload the 120,000 shi of grain from the ship."

Zeng Anmin looked intently at the official in front of him and said, "Hold on for as long as you can."

"Yes."

……

After a brief chat, Zeng Anmin and his men appeared in Fengyang County, Xiliu Road.

He stood on the city wall.

His eyes were cold.

The city was densely packed with disaster victims.

Outside the city, there were even more densely packed disaster victims.

Just a casual glance revealed hundreds of thousands of disaster victims gathered together...

Most of the figures running back and forth with energy came from Xuanlun Manor.

They are distributing porridge and trying their best to treat these disaster victims.

It was thanks to them that these disaster victims did not starve to death, but were able to cling to life and survive.

"Xuanlun Manor, are you good or bad?"

A strange light flickered in Zeng Anmin's eyes:

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

…………

"Three days."

"If Dongfang Sheng and Sima Nan cannot buy food and enter Xiliu in three days..."

"possible……"

Sun Chuanfang sat in front of Zeng Anmin, a sigh on his face.

He didn't say the rest.

But Zeng Anmin also knew what the consequences would be.

"After we entered Xiliu, the people from Xuanlun Manor gave up their disaster relief positions."

"They've held on for so long, but they can't hold on any longer."

"We thought the grain would arrive today, but we didn't expect that their grain would be stolen by river pirates."

At this point, Sun Chuanfang looked expectantly at Zeng Anmin:

"I wonder when Dongfang Sheng and Sima Nan's troops will be able to enter Xiliu?"

Hearing Sun Chuanfang's words.

Zeng Anmin gently toyed with a piece of uncut jade in his hand, his gaze fixed ahead:

"Ten days."

“Yesterday they sent a message by carrier pigeon that the first batch of purchased grain was on its way and was being escorted by Sima Nan personally.”

"But it will take at least ten days to enter Xiliu territory."

"Ten days?"

Sun Chuanting's expression changed slightly, his face turning somewhat grim: "Ten days from now, I'm afraid two or three out of ten of these disaster victims will starve to death..."

"In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken."

Zeng Anmin slowly got up and walked outside.

"Young Master Zeng, where are you going?"

Sun Chuanfang was slightly taken aback when he saw Zeng Anmin walking out.

"Lord Sun, just keep an eye on things."

Zeng Anmin's voice slowly faded away.

Sun Chuanfang and Han Ta, the governor of Xiliu Road, exchanged a glance and both frowned.

"Old Han, what's Master Zeng up to?"

Sun Chuanfang touched his chin.

"I don't know." Han Ta shook his head, looking at Zeng Anmin's retreating figure with a puzzled expression.

"Let's follow them and see."

……

"Young Master Zeng."

When the officials who were cooking porridge saw Zeng Anmin, they all bowed respectfully to him.

"Ah."

Zeng Anmin nodded calmly: "How many bowls of porridge a day?"

The officials quickly bowed and said, "Your Excellency, two bowls of porridge."

"Oh." Zeng Anmin nodded.

He then looked at the anxious disaster victims outside the soup kitchen, a hint of pity appearing on his face.

At the same time, I felt a bit conflicted.

feeling bad.

But no way.

He knew that extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.

He crossed his arms and looked indifferently at the official who was cooking porridge.

Seeing that Zeng Anmin was not leaving, the clerk took a deep breath, picked up a bowl, scooped up a bowl of porridge, and stuck chopsticks into it.

"My lord, please take a look."

The clerk presented the bowl to Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin watched as the thick porridge enveloped the chopsticks, causing them to stick straight in without falling over.

With a half-smile on his face, he said, "Well done."

"But you can't do that again next time."

"what?"

The clerk looked up blankly.

"From now on, we'll switch to one bowl of porridge a day."

"Moreover..." Zeng Anmin casually picked up a handful of soil from the ground and threw it into the porridge pot.

"Snapped"

The sand and soil falling into the pot turned a glaring black color onto the white rice grains.

"Cook the rice with sand."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, then turned and left.

……

"Zeng Anmin!"

"what do you mean?!"

Sun Chuanfang stared wide-eyed at Zeng Anmin with an unfriendly expression:

"When the chopsticks fall, a head falls. Don't you know that?"

"Don't you know how many eyes, big and small, are watching us in this Xiliu City?"

Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Sun Chuanfang:
"Why is Lord Sun in such a hurry?"

"Not in a hurry? How could I not be in a hurry?"

Sun Chuanfang stared intently at Zeng Namin, pacing back and forth before stopping, his face grim.

"If this matter were to reach the capital, how would His Majesty view me?"

"Furthermore, Lord Zeng, let me give you a piece of advice: the relief grain is not just for eating."

"It's the lives of those millions of disaster victims!"

"Corruption and embezzlement are doomed to fail."

"Even if Duke Wenqing were a second-rank quasi-sage, I would still defy the world and impeach you before His Majesty!"

At this point, he was clearly somewhat exasperated:
"If you want money, His Majesty will reward you after you return from the disaster relief. Why go astray?"

His disappointment could no longer be concealed, and he looked at Zeng Anmin and sighed deeply.
“Young Master Zeng, the scene of you standing alone in front of Fa’an Temple and the arrow striking the eyes of the Taoist Master Faxiang is still vivid in my mind.”

"In just a few short months, it has come to this?"

"Finished?"

Zeng Anmin looked up at Sun Chuanfang with a smile.

Sun Chuanfang turned his head to the side.

"Lord Sun."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes:
"Two bowls of porridge a day have been reduced to one bowl of porridge a day."

"The food that can last for three days can be doubled and last for six days."

"In addition, sand was added to the porridge to make some of the disaster victims who still had surplus food give up."

"The porridge with sand in it will only be enough for the real disaster victims to eat after the freeloaders leave."

"Six days' worth of food can last for nine days."

"Nine days later, the first batch of grain purchased by Sima Nan will be able to enter Xiliu."

"Zeng did this precisely because he wanted to save their lives."

Zeng Anmin's voice was slow.

But every word was carefully considered.

Upon hearing these words, Sun Chuanfang's face froze slightly, then he calmly looked at Zeng Anmin: "This approach may indeed solve some problems in the short term, but I..."

"Don't worry, if we can hold on for these next few days, once Sima Nan's grain arrives, I'll definitely be able to manage..."

Zeng Anmin looked around, then picked up a calligraphy brush from the table and stuck it straight into the soft sand, standing the brush upright on the ground.

"It can hold chopsticks upright without them falling over, and it can be wrapped in a towel without leaking."

These eight simple words, spoken by him, carried immense weight.

"Good!" Sun Chuanfang finally smiled broadly.

"Then be bolder."

"Adding more sand will allow us to last another day." Sun Chuanfang stroked his chin and began to ponder:
"We will strive to ensure that the disaster victims have food every day."

Zeng Anmin's expression froze.

Is this the living Yama?

Sun Chuanfang solemnly looked up at Zeng Anmin:

"If Sima Tisi's grain enters the westward flow in ten days, I will bear all the pressure on His Majesty."

Zeng Anmin nodded with a light laugh.

A strange, sharp glint shone in his eyes:

"Then we'll have to see what Sima does."

…………

"Damn it, this mountain road is fucking difficult to walk on!"

Along the rugged mountain roads.

A long grain transport team moved forward little by little.

Sima Nan spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

He carried a sword at his waist, with several men following him, as they trudged along the barren mountain path.

"Little Money."

His loud voice rang out, calling out to a grape seller in front of him.

"Boss!" Little Qianzi, with his youthful face, came to Sima Nan's side after hearing the voice.

"How much further?" Sima Nan's thick beard fluttered in the mountain wind.

He looked at Xiao Qianzi approaching and asked impatiently.

"After crossing this mountain, it will take another two days to reach the Ganges River. Once we board the boat, it will take at most one day to reach the western border," Xiao Qianzi replied after a moment's thought.
"About five days."

"alright."

Sima Nan waved his hand, dismissing the man.

"If I had known, I would have had Dongfang Sheng deliver this grain."

Sima Nan muttered something in dissatisfaction, then shouted:
"Damn it, stay alert! If you mess up Zeng Tidu's plans, ten heads won't be enough to chop off!"

"Hurry up!"

The voice of the fourth-rank military officer boomed like thunder in the ears of the grain carriers and porters.

Upon hearing this voice, they dared not hesitate any longer and quickened their pace slightly.

The sky gradually darkened.

Finally, we managed to cross the mountain before dark.

He dared not stop along the way.

"Wow~"

Although we haven't reached the shore yet.

But Sima Nan could already faintly hear the rushing sound of the Ganges River.

"Damn it, we're almost there."

These past few days, he has been on edge, not daring to relax in the slightest.

He knew that the grain he was escorting was life-saving food for nearly a million disaster victims in Xiliu.

If it were half a day later, countless people would have starved to death because of his speed.

"Lord Tiss, let the brothers rest."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then approached Sima Nan and said:
"Although the brothers are all warriors, they are also somewhat exhausted at this moment."

“Four or five of the laborers who pushed the grain carts have already died, and now it’s probably hard to keep the morale of the team in check.”

“Before my men even reached the shore, these men couldn’t withstand the pressure.”

"Go to hell!" Sima Nan glared at Xiao Qianzi: "Whether these people live or die is none of my business now."

"If I'm late, my life or death is none of their business."

……

Xiao Qianzi pondered these words for a long time before he understood.

He gave a wry smile and was about to speak when his face suddenly trembled.

Then he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Little Money!"

Sima Nan's expression suddenly changed.

He watched helplessly as a sharp arrow emerged from the back of Xiao Qianzi's neck, tinged with blood...

"Chirp!"

Another arrow came from the front, aimed straight for Sima Nan's neck.

"Be bold!"

Sima Nan dared not show his temper in front of Zeng Anmin, but in private, he was extremely hot-tempered.

In the blink of an eye.

He then activated his "domain," which was the domain of a fourth-rank martial artist.

A crimson aura slowly spread outwards from his body.

"sulfuric acid!"

He drew the sword from his waist and cleaved a cup of arrows in two.

The intense martial arts aura and the crimson domain melted the arrow away!
"Enemy attack!!"

The 150 men reacted instantly, all drawing their swords and looking ahead.

"Ding-deng-deng~"

Footsteps sounded, and more than two hundred people in night clothes emerged from the darkness.

Leading the group were two warriors wielding long spears.

"kill!"

Seeing this, Sima Nan no longer hesitated. He touched the ground with his toes and leaped high into the air in the next moment.

His crimson martial arts aura clung to the horizontal blade.

"die!"

The two warriors wielding long spears also had their faces covered by black scarves.

He fought against Sima Nan.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The clash between spears and swords.

Sima Nan was a dignified fourth-rank military officer.

In that instant, a dangerous situation arose!

His feet touched the ground, and he retreated rapidly, a look of horror appearing in his tiger-like eyes:

"Fourth grade!"

Two armed fourth-rank martial arts practitioners!

"die!"

These two armed thugs didn't give him a chance to speak at all; their attacks were aimed straight for his vital points, clearly intended to kill him!
"Who are you?!"

Sima Nan's barren little head was still asking questions.

The shadow of the spear was already close to his face.

"Bang!!"

A fierce battle ensued.

Although the men in black had a numerical advantage over the lads, they were not as dominant in combat strength.

Sima Nan, being a member of the Imperial City Guard, was supported by the martial arts techniques stored in the Imperial City Guard's secret archives. He held his own against the two four-armed martial artists.

Seeing that the situation was going to remain deadlocked.

The two armed men exchanged a glance.

He then threw the spear in his hand to the ground with a "thud".

next moment.

With one hand on the right and the other on the left, the two men pulled out two rotating wheels from their chests!

The wheel had a hole in the center, which the two of them could hold in their hands.

"Born on a golden wheel, die on a revolving wheel!"

"Swish!"

The wheel gleamed brightly in the darkness.

Heading towards Sima Nan's face.

"Ding!!" Caught off guard, Sima Nan managed to block only one person's spinning wheel despite his best efforts.

He could only watch helplessly as the other person's gleaming iron wheel approached his heart...

"Shh!"

In the darkness, a three-foot-long sword emitted a blue light.

"Ding ~"

He just happened to block this fatal blow for Sima Nan!
"who?!"

These were the voices of the two fourth-rank warriors wielding iron wheels.

Their eyes widened in astonishment as they looked into the distance.

"Tsk, tsk."

“Zeng Anmin is right.”

"The people from Xuanlun Manor are indeed suspicious!"

Liu Shishi's stunning figure descended slowly from the sky, a hint of mockery on her delicate face.

Liu Shishi, a third-rank array master of the Xuanzhen Division!

(End of this chapter)