Once Uncle Zheng and Han Che had been arranged for, Feng Xiu followed his usual practice and asked about the current situation in the city.
The River Law Bureau's opening of the sluices for summer irrigation was now set in stone.
Conversely, the major families had intensified their efforts to distribute porridge and sell grain at low prices.
"It's basically settled now. All the grain merchants in the city are willing to stand with us through thick and thin."
Uncle Zheng replied, but halfway through, he felt that wording was somewhat inappropriate and changed it.
"With the Lin Family at the head."
"Even better. What about the Fan Family?" Feng Xiu nodded and asked.
"The Fan Family is the same as ever. They refuse to see anyone. According to what we've heard, they apparently don't even intend to attend the opening of the sluices for summer irrigation five days from now."
Hearing this, a cold smile slowly appeared at the corner of Feng Xiu's lips. "That's wonderful. Back during the Sweet Dew Grand Festival, we agreed that I would oversee the festival, while the three families would each contribute their share."
"Once the sluices are opened, the Feng Clan's estates must be first in line."
There were no eternal friends, only eternal interests. Since the Fan Family had betrayed all the grain merchants, Feng Xiu naturally would not let such a fine opportunity to kick them when they were down and beat the drowning dog slip by.
After hearing this, Uncle Zheng sighed.
He knew both Fan Ling and Lin Che well, yet the two had taken different paths.
Fate toyed with men~
"Uncle Zheng, what do you think of me paying the Fan Family a visit right now?"
Before Feng Xiu even finished speaking, he burst out laughing himself.