Talk About Bragging, How Do You Really Have The Qualifications Of The Great Emperor?

Chapter 47: Is Bran Feed for Livestock?

Not enough!

The old steward next to him took out an abacus, fiddled with it for a while, and shook his head. "Young master."

"It's sir!"

Mr. He glared at the steward and snorted, "Call me sir!"

The steward quickly said, "Yes, young master, I will remember next time, young master."

Mr. He: ~囧~

The old steward continued, "Based on 200,000 catties of pork."

"If everyone in the city comes to eat pork stewed with noodles for seven days of disaster relief, then each person can't even get half a catty of pork per day."

After all.

In addition to pork, rice, flour, and other grains also cost money.

Moreover.

No one would feel full with this kind of free food, and there would inevitably be cases of repeated distribution and overeating.

By then, forget about 200,000 catties, even if it's 2 million catties of pork, it can all be snatched away.

"That's not right!"

Mr. He scratched his head and curiously asked, "Didn't the Taoist say that disaster relief is for the poor and destitute who can't afford to eat? Then the 800,000 are permanent residents, right?"

As if discovering a logical bug, Mr. He became excited. "Taoist, there are only about ten thousand refugees."

"With 200,000 catties of pork divided among ten thousand people, each person can get a little over a catty!"

"Plus staple food, it's enough to make their mouths greasy."

Wang Xiu smiled ambiguously.

The steward, on the other hand, looked helpless and reminded, "Young master, every time our major families provide disaster relief, the people in the city pretend to be refugees and claim relief porridge."

"If you really distribute white rice, white steamed buns, and pork stewed with noodles for disaster relief, all the people in the city will come to claim it."

"Even if there is intense competition and it leads to riots, it's possible that lives will be lost."

Hiss~

Are there really people like this?

Mr. He's face was full of shock. "Is it really that outrageous? Just a few catties of pork, and they would go crazy like this!"

Obviously.

Mr. He, who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, didn't understand the sentiments of the people very well. On the other hand, his old steward was quite capable and knew about the hardships of the common people.

"Young master is joking."

The steward helplessly said, "Even the permanent residents of Maple City don't get to eat pork every day. Ordinary people only eat it once or twice a month."

"If the family is in a difficult situation, they can't even afford to eat rice on a regular basis, except for some meat during festivals."

Hiss~

As if a new world had opened up, Mr. He scratched his head. "But... I've already slaughtered the pigs, what should I do?"

Although he raised over ten thousand pigs, the purchasing power of the surrounding people for pork was not strong.

According to normal circumstances.

Mr. He's pig farm would only slaughter three to four hundred fat pigs a day, then raise piglets and slaughter them a year later, forming a closed loop.

Now, if he were to slaughter over two thousand fat pigs at once, it would be difficult to sell them all in the short term without inviting the entire city to eat pork.

Wang Xiu was speechless.

He rubbed his chin and muttered, "In this area, there is a good solution."

"Steward?"

"The largest rice merchant and forage merchant nearby, your He family should know them, right?"

Mr. He was still confused.

But the old steward nodded slightly and said, "We, the He family, as well as the Zhao, Qian, and Sun families, are all involved in the rice business."

"As for the forage business, because our He family raises over ten thousand pigs, the nearby cities will prioritize providing forage to our He family."

Wang Xiu nodded. "In that case."

"I suggest that Mr. He directly exchange these two thousand pigs for grain with the people in the city, offering a 20% discount, and only exchange for rough rice."

"Like this."

"The people in the city will get a price advantage, naturally appreciating Mr. He's kindness, and they will actively exchange their own rough rice for your pork to avoid the pork from spoiling."

Hmm.

If pork is exchanged for rough rice, it wouldn't be difficult to digest this amount of pork with the 800,000 people in the city.

However.

Why only switch to brown rice?

Mr. He looked confused, while the steward seemed to be deep in thought. "The Daoist is indeed wise. Changing the pork and noodle stew to brown rice porridge is indeed a good idea."

"If we use brown rice porridge for disaster relief, the cost will be much lower."

"The number of people claiming relief in the city will also decrease significantly. It should be reduced by more than half!"

In fact, in previous years when there was an influx of refugees in Maple City, the four major families joined forces to provide relief using brown rice porridge, which was diluted with a lot of water, making it more like rice soup.

Not only does it save money, but it also prevents many people from falsely claiming relief and wasting resources.

Unexpectedly, this Daoist Wang Xiu was born in the Three Purities Immortal Gate and is a true disciple of the Immortal Gate. He is like a transcendent being, yet he understands the suffering of the common people so well. It is truly admirable!

Listening to the steward's admiration and seeing Mr. He's worshipful expression, Wang Xiu shook his head slowly. "If only half of the people falsely claim relief, it's still not enough."

"Far from enough!"

"Even if the number of people is reduced by half, there will still be four hundred thousand remaining. If they also receive free rice porridge, the refugees will definitely not be able to compete."

After all, whether it's physical strength, connections, or relationships, the helpless refugees are much weaker.

"This..."

The steward's face showed helplessness. "If they can't compete, there's nothing we can do. After all, even if it's just brown rice porridge, free food will inevitably tempt some people."

Wang Xiu shook his head, his gaze intense. "If people still falsely claim relief with brown rice porridge, then add some ingredients."

Ingredients?

The steward was stunned. "What ingredients does the Daoist want to add?"

Wang Xiu calmly said, "Bran."

Steward: (⊙⊙)

Mr. He: (⊙⊙)

Bran!

Mr. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Isn't that the feed for pigs on our farm?"

As he exclaimed, he looked at Wang Xiu with a shocked expression.

Wow.

Originally, he thought his father was already ruthless enough, but he didn't expect this Daoist Wang Xiu from the Three Purities Immortal Gate to be even more ruthless!

Adding bran to the relief rice porridge?

This... isn't it too humiliating for people?

On the other hand, the old steward, who had some education, pondered for a moment and slapped his thigh. "Brilliant! Young Master, this plan is brilliant!"

"What's so brilliant about it?"

The steward looked worshipful and said, "Bran is for livestock, and brown rice is for humans. If it's just brown rice porridge, even if it's diluted, there will still be people who take advantage of it."

"But if we mix bran with brown rice, unless someone is truly starving, even if they love taking advantage, they won't claim it."

"If this plan succeeds, it can cut off the situation of false claims for relief from the source!"

"Extremely brilliant, it can be called extremely brilliant!"

"But..."

The steward seemed to have thought of something and wore a troubled expression. "People are ignorant and conservative. If we really use bran for relief, once this matter spreads..."

"It's very likely to provoke public anger, and it may affect the reputation of the He family and the Three Purities Immortal Gate."

"If we handle it poorly..."

"Young Master and Daoist may be burdened with eternal infamy."

...

Wang Xiu nodded slightly and smiled at Mr. He. "If bearing infamy can save the lives of one hundred thousand refugees, Mr. He, are you willing?"

I alone bear the infamy, and I can save the lives of one hundred thousand refugees?

Hiss~

Why does it feel like a flame is igniting in my chest?

The young Mr. He's face turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes. "A true man should do this. I, He Dare, will bear this infamy!"

"Very well!"

"Now that Mr. He is willing to bear this infamy..."

Wang Xiu patted Mr. He's shoulder and said, "I won't intervene!"

He Dare: (⊙⊙)???

(End of this chapter)