Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin didn't say what she did.

Cheng Sanniang has many shops, but there are no ready-made empty shops.

However, Sister Cheng worked quickly and quickly cleared out a preserve shop and cleaned it up for Yan Xin to use.

Yan Xin sent out all twelve of his lieutenants, and asked Bai Shuang to find Tang Bai, the lieutenant next to Jing Yuanzhao, to borrow at least ten more people.

"Miss, shall we give away all the rice?" Bai Shuang asked her.

Yan Xin bought a lot of rice before the rainstorm. Those bosses increased the price by [-]% and happily gave her all the inventory in the warehouse.

Their shops are all located low, they don't believe in evil, and they don't want to be waterproof.

"I won't give it away," Yan Xin said. "Sell it at the normal market price before the flood."

Bai Shuang was slightly surprised: "Normal price?"

After going through so much trouble and finally getting the normal price, isn’t it a waste of effort?

When buying these rice grains, the price is [-]% higher than the normal price.

"If you give it away, it is suspected of being an invitation to buy people's hearts. Only the governor and his wife can do this, but we can't do it. It will be a taboo.

If the price is lowered, other rice shops will have more excuses to attack us, thereby slandering and spreading rumors, turning a good thing into a bad thing.

Just take the market price before the flood. Suppress the skyrocketed rice prices, and at the same time be reasonable, and keep the truth in all aspects. "Yan Xin said.

Bai Shuang was very impressed after hearing this: "Miss, you have considered everything carefully."

Yan Xin smiled bitterly.

She used to be the owner of a drug store. She understands the mentality of small businessmen and ordinary people very well. She huddled behind the small medicine shop and observed the world.

She may not have seen deeply or far enough, but she has seen through people's hearts.

She knows that if you do too much good deeds, not only will you not be favored, but it will also arouse jealousy; she also knows that some credit cannot be snatched away.

The first thing to do is to take advantage of the "reason".

Bai Shuang went to make arrangements. They worked all night and were very tired. Finally, they got the rice they had hoarded into the shop.

At around five o'clock in the morning, the shop was packed and Bai Shuang came back from the street.

A newspaper boy got up early to get today's morning newspaper and prepared to sell it.

There are three types of morning newspapers.

Bai Shuang bought one of them. Yan Xin likes reading newspapers very much, and reads the morning and evening newspapers carefully every day.

After a casual glance, Bai Shuang discovered that there was a newspaper called "Peace Morning News", and the headline actually read: "The price of rice is being raised after the disaster, and the noble man has ulterior motives in preparing to store grain in the rain."

Bai Shuang immediately became alert.

She was originally just a secret guard who fought and killed, her brain was on hold and she rarely used it. After being around Yan Xin for a long time, Bai Shuang's first impression was, "This title is provoking trouble."

In a breakfast shop, the owner was steaming steamed buns and hung a gas lamp. It was not bright yet, so Bai Shuang came closer and read this article carefully while buying buns.

She read it slowly, word by word, and found that the author did not mention her eldest daughter in every word, but her eldest daughter was mentioned in every line.

It is said that the eldest lady hoards food and uses disaster to make money.

Bai Shuang took the hot buns and drove back to Songxiangyuan.

Yan Xin had just woken up, but she hadn't gotten up yet, so she was lying on the pillow and taking a nap.

Bai Shuang handed the bun to Feng's mother, knocked on the door and entered Yan Xin's master bedroom.

It was already getting bright at this time, and the curtains were opened, and there was plenty of light in the room.

Yan Xin sat up halfway, wearing a jacquard satin pajamas, with fluffy hair falling on the side of her face, looking down at the newspaper Bai Shuang gave her.

"You're scolding me." He said in an affirmative tone.

Bai Shuang: "Yes. Miss, we almost can't explain it."

Yan Xin smiled: "We are lucky, maybe our rice shop will be sold first before the newspaper."

"The price of the rice shop has been posted, and the adjutant is watching over it to sell it," Bai Shuang said.

Yan Xin nodded.

Bai Shuang looked at her: "Miss, someone is looking for trouble and deliberately framed you. If Master Cheng hadn't been decisive and vacated the shop for you, the newspaper would have come out today, and you would have been at a disadvantage when you took out the rice tomorrow. "

Yan Xin nodded again: "If you do good deeds, you will be rewarded. I should be lucky."

"Who wants to harm you?" Bai Shuang said.

Yan Xin: "No need to guess. Let's go make arrangements for the rice shop first."

Bai Shuang said again: "I went to arrest the chief writer of the newspaper and ask him."

Yan Xin laughed: "A pen is as powerful as a gun. You don't even know how many colleagues a newspaper's chief writer has when it comes to writing headlines.

He didn't write about me by name. Even if he writes it by name, it is still his freedom. If you dare to touch him, the press will step on us into the mud tomorrow. "

Public opinion can also kill people, even hurt people's hearts.

Who dares to offend the press people? They are the media and they control the direction of public opinion.

Praising you today and belittling you tomorrow will make you miserable.

"What should we do?" Bai Shuang was a little annoyed.

According to Bai Shuang's temper, he should be the first to kill the main writer who made trouble out of nothing.

The eldest daughter of her family had just performed a meritorious service and saved how many people. Just because of this little rice, she was framed as making a fortune from disaster?

"Of course it's to fight fire with fire." Yan Xin said, "I made an appointment with the chief writer of Yicheng Evening News this morning and asked him if he was interested in competing with Heping Zaobao."

Bai Shuang: "...My brain still doesn't know how to turn around. This is a good idea!"

Yan Xin: "But you do everything thoughtfully and properly. You are the general who charges forward, and I am the strategist who sits behind the scenes. We are both important."

White frost is rarely shy.

Yan Xin got up, washed herself, changed her clothes, and went to the rice shop in the morning.

"Miss, do you think the person behind this is Mr. Guo?" Bai Shuang asked her again.

She still didn't give up.

She didn't understand it, and she felt as if she was scratching her head.

Yan Xin: "It's possible. Many people hate me, and many people don't want me to be in the limelight anymore. We buy rice without betraying anyone. We buy it openly, and many people know about it."

"There is also the Jingjia Xifu, they will also harm you." Bai Shuang said, "There may even be Miss Sheng Rouzhen."

Yan Xin slowly drank the porridge: "It's possible."

He added, “When doing things, we must first grasp the key points. The most critical thing for us at the moment is that there is no trouble in Mipu.

Many vendors in the city were driving up the price of rice. If we weren't paying attention, something would happen here again, and we would be attacked from both sides, and we would really fall into the trap. "

Bai Shuang: "Yes!"

She stopped asking.

Yan Xin's rice shop opens early in the morning.

Her rice is similar to other rice shops, with good and bad quality, but the price is lower than the current high rice prices in the city.

The adjutants guarded the door and acted as assistants, so no one dared to cause trouble.

There are many people queuing up, and they have already lined up from the street to the end of the street.

"What kind of rice shop is this?"

"That adopted daughter of the Jing family, the young miraculous doctor Yan Xin, the rice she had hoarded before was sold at the original price."

"There seems to be a morning newspaper this morning, scolding her for getting rich. How is the price of rice?"

"The lowest in the city, almost the same as before the flood. What newspaper? I read the newspaper every day, why didn't I see it?"

"Morning paper, I guess it hasn't been delivered to your house yet."

"But their rice has been sold all morning. These newspapers will frame good people!"