Farmer’s Blessed Girl

In Luojiang County, no matter how business is withering, there are two places where there will always be people, and there will be no customers.

One is a grocery store that sells salt; the other is this grain store.

When Bai Shanbao and the others arrived, although there were only three customers in the grain shop, the man just lifted his eyelids and glanced at them and asked, "What to buy?"

Bai Shanbao said, "Let's see."

The guy nodded, "Just look at it and ask me the price."

Just as he was talking, a guest on the side asked, "Why is this rice still fifty cents a bucket? I see that all the wheat in the field outside has been harvested."

"That bit of winter wheat is enough for the countrymen to chew in their own homes. Who will sell it?" The man said, "Our grain is still coming in at a high price from the outside. This price is not too high. You have to wait for the grain price to come down. , that will have to wait until the summer harvest, or even after the autumn harvest."

The three guests who were hesitating whether to buy or not heard the words and said helplessly: "Then give me a measure."

There is still at least a month and a half before the summer harvest, who can wait until then hungry?

But they didn't buy too much. Now, unlike last year's disaster, they felt that food prices would only get lower and lower, and would not go higher.

So they would rather make a few trips and buy a bucket at a time, rather than spend a little more money.

Yang Heshu watched the man measure the rice for them, and asked the three children, "What was the price of rice here before last year?"

Bai Shanbao said he didn't understand, and Bai Erlang didn't even know.

Man Bao said: "My second brother brought it from home to the county to sell it for eight cents and one bucket of grain. I heard that the grain store sold it for ten cents."

Yang Heshu frowned, that's too much of a difference, isn't it?

He reached out and squeezed a handful of millet and asked Xiao Er, "How do you sell millet now?"

"Thirty cents a fight."

"How did you sell it before?"

Xiao Er smiled and asked, "How long ago did you ask objectively?"

Yang Heshu asked interestedly, "It's all counted before this. I don't seem to have seen such an expensive valley outside."

"Oh, you haven't seen it before, if you don't say anything else, when the spring started, the grain was forty-eight cents a buck, and further on, in May last year, the rain just stopped, but the road outside collapsed and the grain could not get in. When I came, I couldn't buy it for sixty cents a buck."

Man Bao was stunned when he heard it, and thought to himself: If there was so much wheat in her system at that time, she must find a way to convert it into money.

Too bad there is no if.

Yang Heshu asked calmly, "What about going further?"

"Further ahead, there will be no disasters. In fact, the price of grain is different every month, even every ten days, but it is not much different. At the highest time, it is only fifteen cents a dou, and it is usually green and yellow. It's time." The guy said: "When it's low, there are ten cents a dou, or nine cents a dou. Most of the time it's not long after the autumn harvest, when there are many new grains. Some old grains are also sold for eight cents a dou. went."

Yang Heshu sighed. It seems that last year's flood had a great impact on Luojiang County. The price of food rose and fell violently like a fairy sitting on a cloud.

The man disagreed and said, "Don't dislike our high grain prices. I heard from the owner that the Yizhou side is pitiful. Although the grain price is still thirty or forty cents now, it is because the imperial court is pressing the grain shop. There is not much food in the store at all, and there is not enough to grab every day."

Yang Heshu didn't expect such a situation in Yizhou, so he couldn't help but ask, "Are the people not getting enough to eat and not making trouble?"

"What's the matter, sell it quietly in private, fifty cents a bucket, sixty cents a bucket, those grain merchants are all selling in private, those people are afraid that they won't even sell this, and dare not make a statement."

Yang Heshu looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know?"

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang didn't look at the food anymore, they crowded up and looked at him with bright eyes, yes, yes, how do you know?

Looking at the three pairs of round eyes, the guy couldn't help but feel guilty. He looked left and right, and found that they were the only people left in the grain store, so he bit his head and whispered: "My boss also wants to The grain was shipped to Yizhou to make a fortune, but he had no way to go, and after he went, he was rejected by the local grain merchants, and finally he only managed to save the money and returned."

So when he gets angry, he can't help but scold in the backyard. When he scolds, doesn't he know?

The three of Man Bao suddenly realized: It turns out that this is also a profiteer!

Man Bao asked, "Isn't winter wheat grown in Yizhou?"

"Oh, or they are unlucky, last year their fertile fields were directly washed away, and there were still puddles until the winter, not to mention that the fertile soil was washed away. "

Yang Heshu can think more comprehensively, even if the land can be planted and no human beings can plant it.

When the Qianwei Weir burst last year, he was still in the Hanlin Academy, and he was in charge of transcribing official documents.

After the disaster relief, people are not sure whether they are willing to return to their homeland. There is no one, even if the land can be cultivated, no one will plant it.

For example, there are still many Yizhou refugees in Luojiang County.

Yang Heshu thought of this, since the situation in Yizhou was so bad, why did he persuade those refugees to leave?

Wouldn't it be better to leave it in place?

It would be even better if they could go back and bring the rest of the family.

Yang He Shenghui in the bibliography, when he returned to his senses, he saw the three children and the buddies all looking at him strangely.

He couldn't help coughing lightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

The four shook their heads together, and Man Bao thought: Master Yang must be thinking of something delicious, otherwise why would he look like drooling?

But Keke said that telling the truth can be annoying, so sometimes we have to learn to be silent.

Bai Shanbao asked the price of wheat and grain, and then asked casually, "Then do your grain shops collect grain?"

The man's eyes lit up and smiled: "Take it, take it. Does the young master have any food at home?"

"How much does your wheat cost per bucket?"

"Thirty pennies per bucket."

Yang Heshu couldn't help frowning, "We just asked the price just now, and your white noodles are 90 cents per fight."

"Yeah, it's a waste to grind this wheat into white flour."

It can't be three times the loss, right?

The guy said: "Our price is fair. If you don't believe it, just go to various shops to ask about it. Most of the other shops only give 289 cents a buck."

Man Bao pointed to the golden grain of wheat in the corner and asked, "What about that, how much is that?"

"That's wheat seed, and it's more expensive. It's not about fighting, but about kilograms. It costs twelve cents per kilogram."

A bucket is about twelve pounds, so this bucket...

Man Bao thought for a while, and said, "This is one hundred and forty-four cents per fight."

Bai Shanbao also saw the wheat seeds in the corner, and his eyes were shining brightly. He turned to look at Man Bao, who just happened to be looking at him, and the two couldn't help grinning together.