Struggle in Russia

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At the beginning of December, Moldavia has seen the power of winter for the first time. The noble lords or bureaucrats who have the conditions are wearing all kinds of leather jackets to enjoy life around the fireplace. Unconditional poor ghosts or serfs can only tuck up their sleeves and keep their hands in their armpits and continue to move bricks.

Amidst the bleakness, Dmitry Milyutin rode a tall horse and slowly stepped into the city of Chisinau.

This is not the first time Dmitry has entered the city. During the Eighth Russo-Turkish War more than ten years ago, Dmitri, who was only a mid-level officer, followed General Jibic all the way to destroy the city. pass by here.

"It's exactly the same as back then!" Dmitry exclaimed.

It's just that this is not a good word. After all, it is now close to 1853, and it is exactly the same as in 1828. It can only be said that the city has not developed at all, and it is almost standing still.

Dmitri shook his head, and his evaluation of Grand Duke Constantine couldn't help but drop a bit. The Grand Duke has been in office for more than half a year, and he has hardly done anything worth mentioning. This kind of performance may not be worthy of the future. The core of reformist leadership.

"Why is there such a commotion in front?"

After walking on the streets of Chisinau for a while, Dmitry noticed that the atmosphere of the city was problematic and restless!

He could read anxiety, concern, and resentment on the faces of passers-by in the streets. If most of the people in a city have this kind of disposition, it can only be said that this city is definitely not a livable place.

"Go and ask what's going on?"

Although the affairs of Moldavia are not under the control of Dmitri, as the incoming commander of the Russian garrison in Wallachia, he thinks it is necessary for him to find out what happened to his neighbors. After all, Moldavian Ake is stuck on Wallachia's supply line, and any trouble will implicate Wallachia.

Ten minutes later, the adjutant who went to inquire about the news came back and told Demirit: "The price of food is soaring, and the supply is restricted. It is said that many bakeries have not opened for a week!"

This news surprised Dmitry. It is not a joke that people depend on food for their livelihood. If you want the stability of the country, you must first ensure the food supply. Soaring food prices and lack of food supply will definitely cause big problems.

"Did you say why?" Dmitry asked with a sullen face.

The adjutant replied: "I just asked casually. It seems that the food supply is tight, and it seems that some people are hoarding..."

The more the adjutant spoke, the lower his voice was. After all, he also knew that this was not a good thing. Regardless of whether there were profiteers hoarding or not, at least the people rioting to grab food was a big problem. He also knew who the governor of Moldavia was, so he didn't dare to speak ill of Grand Duke Constantine openly.

Dmitry's face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of frost. Whenever a big war is about to start, what a general fears most is instability in the rear, and the big taboo that causes instability in the rear is hoarding.

Although this kind of behavior could not be eradicated for thousands of years, Dmitry really didn't want to see his rear area being turned into a pot of porridge by a drug dealer before the war started.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help complaining more and more about Grand Duke Constantine. He felt that this virtuous king in St. Petersburg who was boasted that the ancient times were not as rare as the modern ones was really a stick. Under your control, it has become like this egg, are you unconscious?

"Let's go to the Governor's Mansion!" Dmitry sighed, looked at the rioting crowd again, and then rode away worriedly.

As the new commander of the Wallachia garrison, Dmitri didn't need to pay a special visit to the Grand Duke Constantine, but his trip not only took office, but also took on the task of escorting a new batch of war supplies. Some of the food and ammunition were given to Grand Duke Constantine for safekeeping, so a handover had to be done.

Not long after, the Governor's Mansion arrived, and Grand Duke Constantine did not come to greet Dmitry in person. It's not that Dmitri didn't have this face.

Rather, Grand Duke Constantine knew where Dmitri's heel was.

As the military attache of his good brother, even if he wins over with enthusiasm, it is impossible for Dmitri to "abandon the dark and turn to the bright", so he doesn't bother to put on that effort, and just do all the business.

"Your Excellency, how much food did you escort this trip?"

After a few simple greetings, Grand Duke Constantine asked about food impatiently. His eagerness made Dmitri feel his heart move, and he felt more and more that the food problem in Moldavia might not be a trivial matter.

However, Dmitry did not ask directly, but replied calmly: "According to the order of the Ministry of War, most of the food I escorted will be shipped directly to Wallachia, and the ones left in Moldavia are about ..."

Hearing the number reported by Dmitry, Grand Duke Constantine immediately showed a disappointed expression. Obviously, the little food could not satisfy his appetite at all. He asked a little unhappy: "Why did you transport so much food to Wallachia, isn’t this treating one another favorably!”

Dmitri was taken aback for a moment and then a little funny, because these grains were not given to you in Wallachia and Moldavia, they were reserved for combat readiness, and they were reserved for the army to attack Bulgaria. No matter how you hear your tone, it seems that these grains belong to your family.

So Dmitry replied bluntly: "Your Highness, these grains will be directly supplied to the attacking troops in the future. It must be as close to the front line as possible. What's the point of not sending them to Wallachia and staying in Moldavia? "

Grand Duke Constantine was so stunned that he could not speak. He actually expressed his heart without paying attention. If the food can stay in Moldavia, then he can naturally continue to tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall to tide over the difficulties.

But leaving a little bit of it doesn't help at all, you say he is annoyed or not. So he forced himself to explain a wave: "I'm not worried that Wallachia's storage capacity is limited. If they transport so much food in one brain, their storage can't keep up and the damage to the food will delay the big thing! And we Moore Davia is different, I have been doing this work personally, the storage conditions are good, and the food is kept without any loss..."

Seeing Grand Duke Constantine babbling a lot of nonsense, Dmitry was very disdainful. Although he didn't know what the storage conditions in Wallachia were like, but with the usual style of Alexei and Li Xiao Looking at it, it is unlikely to be what Grand Duke Constantine said.

At least those two are more reliable than this Grand Duke who is full of trains, but he is not interested in gossiping with Grand Duke Constantine, so he doesn't care about this talk at all...

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