The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

Xue Yinsong touched his hair and smiled, and said after a while: "Don't think too much, everyone in my family agrees. You see, my father never said no. As for grandparents, grandparents, as long as they don't follow Crawling out of the grave is a tacit consent, so don't worry about it."

The little scholar burst out laughing: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You said you are so stingy. You cried when you were hit by a pulley last time in the village, and you cried when you were twisted this time. You are really a crying dog."

The little scholar pulled his face: "I belong to the dog."

"In fact, crying occasionally is good for the body. For example, if there is dust in the eyes, crying is equivalent to washing the eyes." Xue Yinsong wagged his tail quickly, although his chest was wet and uncomfortable with sticky tears .

"I'm homesick." Xiao Xiucai said suddenly, "I miss my home so much. It's not the He family, it's my own home."

"Why do you feel homesick all of a sudden?" Xue Yinsong stroked his hair and asked in surprise, "What makes you fall in love with the scene?"

The little scholar shook his head: "I just thought of it suddenly."

Xue Yinsong smiled and said, "I've never heard you say that, where is your home?"

"Qizhou—a small county town, it's in the west of Luoyang." The little scholar leaned against him, staring at a corner of the tent in the darkness with his eyes, and said softly: "My house has a small Nuan Pavilion facing south, my mother When I have nothing to do, I love to embroider by the window. My father likes to play Go, and he plays chess records by his side every day. The two of them can sit in the warm pavilion without talking for a whole day. One embroiders and the other writes scores..."

Xue Yinsong was afraid that the more he thought about it, the more sad he would become, so he interrupted him and said: "If you think about it, just pick a time to go back and have a look, anyway, it's not too far away."

The little scholar smiled wryly: "My father is a clean and honest official and has no private property. He lives in the backyard of the county government office. Where is there any place to go now? Both parents are buried on the He family's ancestral tomb mountain. If they pass by Qinchuan City... I don't want to go. "

Xue Yinsong had no choice but to pat him and said: "Think about other happy things. If the county town is not fun, why don't we go back to the countryside for a few days. Call Zha Jin, he is already tired of this city, when the time comes, we will be with him." How about going up to the mountains to hunt together, and enjoy some wild game while traveling in the mountains?"

"That's pretty good," Xiao Xiucai said, feeling a little lost in interest after all, "I haven't heard from you for a long time, right? Zha Jin has been living in this country since then?"

Hearing the words, Xue Yinsong could only sigh: "Probably, there is no other way but to wait, just wait for a few more years, I'm afraid the young prince will have two sons... That's fine, I have to leave a queen for the prince's family. .”

The little scholar immediately whispered: "I also..."

"No," Xue Yinsong refused with a stern face: "You are in a different situation from him. He is a prince and you are a commoner. You are treated specially as a special status. Well, don't think about it, go to sleep!"

The little scholar muttered, "Two sets of standards..."

Although Xue Yinsong said that he would grind it slowly to get Que Hongze to agree, in fact, he didn't have a bottom line in his heart.Man said that it is impossible to grind things out, even if they can grind, they can't really come to the door every day to stalk them like asking for debts.

After getting up early in the morning and having breakfast, he and his buddies opened the shop first, and then they were very busy moving rice and unloading rice.Seeing that the second warehouse was about to be empty, the little boy finally couldn't help but reminded: "Shopkeeper, when will you restock?"

Xue Yinsong remembered that he had just said it so stiffly yesterday, so naturally it was not good to bring up the old matter again, so he might as well not say anything today, just talk about sending rice. He was thinking about it when a voice came from outside the counter: "Master Xue."

Xue Yinsong looked up, but it wasn't Que Hongze who was standing outside the door and looking at him with a smile, playing with a black oil folding fan in his hand.

"Que... please come in, please come in." Xue Yinsong almost blurted out his last name, but fortunately he stopped in time, looked around and saw no strangers, and hurriedly greeted them from the backyard.

Qu Hongxiang helped make a pot of tea, and Xue Yinsong hurriedly asked the two to sit down in the yard: "Why are you here? I also said that I was going to visit Mr. Que today. There is no limit for these two days, and the market is not bad. .”

Que Hongze smiled politely, and shook his fan with a swish: "I'm here today for the sake of rice..." As he spoke, he looked at the accountant next to him, and the accountant immediately said: "The villain heard Mr. Que talk about the situation yesterday. I am not willing to supply rice to the He family, but there is only one way to export a large amount of old rice, and if it is found out, it is not easy for my family to report to the higher authorities."

Xue Yinsong thought to himself that since you came to the door, there must be room for negotiation, the so-called extortionate price to pay back the money: "I only promised to supply one batch, but I didn't promise to supply it for a long time. As long as the special sacks in the grain road are replaced, it will be seamless."

Que Hongze thought about it: "This is not a troublesome matter. The key is that if you explain the transportation problem, I am afraid that the He family will send someone to investigate and it will be revealed."

Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. From Jeju to Fuchun County, you can take the waterway to Nanmeng, and then enter Fuchun through Deyang by donkey cart. I am originally from Tianba Village, Deyang County, and I am quite familiar with this road. , how about I transport a batch of rice to Nanmeng, and then take a trip from Nanmeng to Deyang, wouldn’t that work?”

Que Hongze was taken aback for a moment: "This...isn't it too much trouble?" The accountant stared at Xue Yinsong after hearing the words, and showed a clear expression for a while: "Mr. Xue wants to send some cheap rice to people in his hometown, right?"

Xue Yinsong changed his mind, gritted his teeth and decided to tell the whole story: "That's not true. Although the price of rice is cheap and the freight is amazing, who would be such a fool if there is no profit? The price of rice in Deyang is now 25 cents a liter. I think about making some money in the past. Money is good too."

Que Hongze couldn't hide his surprise, he exchanged a glance with the cashier and asked, "How did you know?"

Xue Yinsong replied: "I just went to Deyang a few days ago. It was hit by a flood last year and now the price of rice is very expensive. Many people make a living by selling young crops. Some even sold their land. If we can transport some cheap rice to , can be regarded as doing a good deed every day.”

Que Hongze still hesitated: "Accordingly, 25 Wen is not too expensive. In previous years, when the harvest was not harvested due to drought, it would be sold at this price. However, after the flood last year, I delivered [-] dans of grain from the Southeast Grain Road, and the price of this grain is still high. It's kind of weird."

Xue Yinsong was a little displeased: "If you don't believe me, you can immediately arrange people to investigate secretly. Anyway, it only takes a few days to come and go, and you can immediately confirm what I said."

Hearing the words, the accountant immediately explained: "Young Master Xue misunderstood. Your lord means why the price of grain is just stuck at 25 renminbi. You must know that my ancestors ordered the opening of warehouses in my dynasty. The ancestors ordered: Whenever the price of grain exceeds 25% of the usual, each The granary can open the granary to release grain after consulting the imperial court, but now the price of grain is exactly [-] yuan, which is less than [-]%, even if I want to intervene in the southeast grain road, it is not in line with the custom of the ancestors."

Xue Yinsong silently calculated in his heart that the price of grain in Fuchun County was 18 renminbi, and that of Deyang 25 renminbi, exactly 1.38 times. The price is about the same, and it may not make money to send it over with the freight, so no one wants to make such a lucrative deal.

Seeing the two people looking at him, Xue Yinsong suddenly realized, and blurted out: "The price of food... I'm afraid it was intentional."

Que Hongze nodded, while playing with the folding fan, he said, "The price is set at 25 Wen, which is really suspicious. Don't worry, Brother Xue. I will send someone to Deyang to inquire about the news. At the same time, I will start replacing the rice bags. As long as the news is true, I will ship it to Deyang immediately."

Xue Yinsong said: "I have studied the shipping route. Let's transport it to Nanmeng first. First, we can make a big splash and say that the rice comes from the direction of Jeju. Second, I happen to be on the Fuchun River, and the freight to Deyang is cheaper than land transportation. , it’s just that the time will be delayed for a few days.”

Que Hongze thought for a moment and immediately agreed: "I will do as you wish, but be careful on the way, and I will no longer arrange people to accompany the escort."

Xue Yinsong was overjoyed: "As long as Master Que agrees, I will arrange the rest."

Que Hongze said again: "You want to hand over the rice to the guild. I can transport it outside the city in five days. How do you think it will be distributed?"

"Thirty thousand will be sent to the manor thirty miles south of the city, which is the private goods of shopkeeper Li; the other [-] will be sent to the gate of the city, and I will make delivery with shopkeeper He."

Que Hongze nodded and said, "My group of people are all new recruits, so it shouldn't be a problem, so I'll leave it to you to handle it. I'll send someone over to deliver your rice tomorrow, so let's send a thousand dan first?"

Xue Yinsong smiled and said, "My warehouse is small, so I will trouble Mr. Que."

Que Hongze waved his hands casually, with a dignified expression, he led the accountant to leave hastily. Just as they left, Xiao Xiucai just stepped out of the door: "This master has a lot of background. I have to see Master Que first when he speaks a few times."

Xue Yinsong was a little surprised: "Ah? Didn't Master Que say that he is Mr. Accountant?"

The little scholar smiled and shook his head: "This man is slim and elegant, and he speaks with a smile on his face without haste or rashness. He is obviously a person who has read a lot of poetry and books. If he is really an accountant, how can he have such a demeanor? This must be Lord Que's confidant. Don't reveal his identity."

Xue Yinsong thought to himself that his eyesight must be inferior to that of a young scholar who was born in an official family, so he happily replied: "If you remind me, I will take it to heart, so thank you, Mr. Pei."

The little scholar received his fake bow, but frowned and replied: "What I doubt is what you said. You said that the price of rice in Deyang is as high as 25 cents a liter, although it is not as stable as Liangdao. time, but how could the imperial court have no rumors?"

Seeing Xue Yinsong's bewildered face, Xiao Xiucai explained again: "At least the government should take the initiative to report it, and the imperial court will often make inquiries below. I saw that Mr. Que looked puzzled just now, and I'm afraid he didn't know about it."

Xue Yinsong was about to speak, but Xiao Xiucai explained: "I read my father's official documents when I was very young. The imperial court always pays attention to the prices of rice, grain, oil, salt, etc. My father has a special memorial almost every month to report on the people's livelihood. Like Isn’t it strange that an official like Lord Que who is in charge of food and roads doesn’t know Deyang Migui?”

After all, Xue Yinsong had never been in contact with the complex system of the imperial court, so he guessed casually: "Is it because after the flood last year, the imperial court thought that Mi Gui was normal, so they didn't care much?"

The little scholar shook his head: "The price of rice should have dropped half a year after the flood, but it has been a year now, and the imperial court didn't ask about the grain supply and didn't know about it.

Xue Yinsong couldn't imagine it, so he had to guess wildly: "Could it be that the official documents for the up and down were dropped?"

The little scholar was shocked, looked at him and said, "This..."

Xue Yinsong hurriedly said: "I guessed randomly, guessed randomly."

"If that's the case, who is so bold?" Xiao Xiucai unexpectedly did not refute.