"You go out first!"
Yang Zhengshan first drove Yang Mingzhi out of the study.
"My lord!"
After Yang Mingzhi left, Luo Shang looked anxiously toward Yang Zhengshan.
Yang Zhengshan wore a faint smile and said, "Shopkeeper Luo, let's sit and talk!"
"Oh, oh~~" Luo Shang sat down in front of the desk, somewhat at a loss.
Yang Zhengshan poured him a cup of tea and asked, "Shopkeeper Luo, do you not have a few trustworthy friends inside Pass City?"
"I do!" Luo Shang did not understand what Yang Zhengshan wanted to do, but he still answered honestly, "It is just that they cannot help!"
He had done business in Pass City for more than ten years. Though he could not count as any sort of clan power, he did have some friends.
Compared with those officials he tried to curry favor with, these commoner friends of his were more worthy of trust.
It was just that ordinary people fundamentally could not help with this matter.
Yang Zhengshan picked up his tea and lightly took a sip. "I cannot help you with this. You know as well that I have not been in Pass City long. In Pass City, I have practically no foundation to speak of!"
"This, my lord~" Luo Shang could not help wanting to plead again.
Yang Zhengshan raised a hand to stop him and said, "Hear me out."
"I cannot step in to help you, but I can give you an idea."
"In Chongshan Town's campaign this time, Zhang Yude embezzled a great deal of grain and fodder!"
If it had been anything else, Yang Zhengshan might not have known clearly.
But as for Zhang Yude embezzling grain and fodder, he did understand a little, because he was the grain transport officer. When he returned to Pass