After seeing Fang Ke off.
Yang Ge tied his apron back on and went into the kitchen. As he lit the fire and cooked, he thought through every aspect of tomorrow morning's operation, looking for gaps.
The biggest problem now isn't actually with the Three Great Grain Merchants.
Sitting behind the stove, he gazed absently at the flames roaring in its belly and pondered, It's how to gather the whole city's people to seize the grain!
It has to be quick. Fang Ke and his men can't keep sitting on their hands forever without raising suspicions.
"There have to be enough people. Those three granaries hold at least four or five thousand shi of grain. Too few people won't be able to carry it all away."
And the scene can't descend into chaos. I can't let good intentions turn into disaster...
There were plenty of problems, but after thinking for a while, he did make some headway.
First, after these past two days of handing out porridge, his "Zhang Mazi" identity had gained some measure of fame in Luting.
Good fame or bad, at least it was fame!
At the very least, once the people got there and saw his Nine of Diamonds mask, they ought to be willing to hear him out.
Instead of everyone treating him like some random passerby, forcing him to waste more time and breath explaining everything.
Second, after two days of porridge handouts, most of Luting's people would be getting out of bed at that hour.
All he had to do was make a big enough commotion, and he could gather those people quickly.
As for the lazy bums who stayed in bed...
If they were starving that fucking badly and still couldn't get out of bed, they deserved to keep going hungry!
Surely