Farmer of Shu Han

After leaving the prime minister's mansion, Feng Yong looked up at the sky, only to see the rippling spring sun and the sun shining on his body, which was extremely warm.

The streets and alleys of Jincheng are quite lively with people coming and going, but there seems to be a sense of worry and urgency in this bustle.

The news of Nanzheng seems to be like a mass of dark clouds, and it seems to be pressing on the heads of everyone in Jincheng.

This is just a sigh of relief from the Yiling defeat in the past three years, and the imperial court is going to use troops again. It would be a lie to say that there is no worry or fear in my heart.

Feng Yong wandered through this ancient city with five or six parts.

When I walked to the door of a grain store, I saw that there were not many people coming in and out of the facade. I stretched my head to look inside. There were many sacks inside, which seemed to be grain.

There are also some bags that have been opened, revealing the white rice inside.

"Shopkeeper, what is the price of food in this store?"

"My lord, this stone of wheat costs one sack, and if it is millet, it is more expensive, plus half a sack."

The shopkeeper of the grain shop saw Feng Yong's extraordinary clothes and a few songs behind him, knowing that this person's identity must be unusual, so he quickly bowed his waist and smiled to welcome him.

"This price..." Feng Yong raised his eyebrows, "Compared with the previous year, it's a bit worse."

"It's far away. I said the year before last that it would cost three min and one stone."

With a questioning expression on his face, the shopkeeper looked Feng Yong carefully, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Yong touched his body and took out a felt ticket, with a somewhat regretful expression on his face, "This ticket hasn't been exchanged for felt yet, it seems that I can't buy it today, I'll come back later."

After speaking, turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute, my lord!" The shopkeeper's sharp eyes saw the banknote in Feng Yong's hand, and he hurriedly called out, and leaned forward, "Your hand is holding a woolen banknote from Hanzhong?"

"Exactly, why?"

"Can you let the villain take a look?"

"Give."

Feng Yong handed over the ticket.

The shopkeeper took it carefully, first put it in front of his nose to smell the fragrance of ink, and then carefully looked at the words "fifty bolts of high-quality woolen cloth, exchange upon meeting" on it.

Turn it over again and look at the back, only to see the words on the back: "Expires on May 30th, and becomes invalid after the expiration date."

There is also a line of weird symbols that I can't understand at the bottom corner.

"It is indeed true. This kind of paper, this kind of ink, cannot be imitated by others, and it has not expired, so it can be used."

The shopkeeper nodded and said.

Feng Yong was slightly dissatisfied, "You are so unreasonable. Go to Jincheng's store specializing in changing woolen cloth. The ticket can be exchanged for fifty bolts of woolen cloth. How is it not true?"

Nonsense, this is the third batch of tickets printed out by myself, how could it be fake?

"Yes, the villain has a cheap mouth and said the wrong thing."

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically and handed the ticket back, "If you really want to buy food, you don't need to change the cloth, you can buy it directly with this ticket."

"Oh? Just a piece of paper, directly exchanged for food?"

Feng Yong flicked the ticket with his fingers and asked.

The shopkeeper watched Feng Tubie play the note with a clear and crisp sound, and his eyelids twitched. He was really worried that the gentleman in front of him had broken the note bullet—it was worth fifty pieces of woolen cloth!

"It can be changed!"

The shopkeeper nodded again and again, "If you use this ticket to buy food, the villain can get it cheaper."

"Oh? What's the point?"

Feng Yong asked strangely.

"If you really want to hear it, please go inside and drink some water, let me explain in detail."

Seeing the ticket in Feng Yong's hand, the shopkeeper finally believed that the man in front of him was really a high-roller.

Who doesn't know that woolen bills in Hanzhong are hard to come by in Jincheng nowadays, a bill worth fifty bolts of woolen cloth is worth at least a hundred bolts of other cloth.

Those who have woolen tickets in their hands will not be simple people.

"Forget it, I'll just listen to what you have to say."

Feng Yong walked into the store, sat down after being greeted by the shopkeeper, and asked, "Why can I buy it cheaper with this ticket?"

The shopkeeper personally poured a bowl of water and brought it to Feng Yong, then he went back and sat opposite Feng Yong, "Don't you come to Jincheng often?"

"How do you know?"

"If you often go to Jincheng, how can you not know that Hanzhong's woolen notes are the most useful in Jincheng?"

The shopkeeper smiled and explained, "A ticket that says how much wool can be exchanged for is the real amount, which is not ambiguous at all. This wool is a rare commodity, and there is no way to buy it. Even if you want to buy it, you can't buy it."

There are only a few hundred looms, and the raw materials are seasonal, and the supply is not uninterrupted throughout the year, so the shipment volume is already small.

However, the wool cloth produced was to be supplied to all the big men, and a considerable part of it was estimated to have been circulated to Wei and Wu by the old monster Zhuge last year. Of course, it was a rare commodity.

Rare goods will have a premium, of course.

"I see."

Feng Yong nodded, "According to what you said, if you take this ticket, wouldn't you be able to go to all the shops in Jincheng?"

"Don't say it's Jincheng, even some counties near Jincheng, you can go there."

The shopkeeper said with a smile, with a look of regret on his face again, "But it's close to Jincheng, and it won't work any farther away. After all, this ticket has a time limit, and after the time limit, it will be invalid. I don't know that Hanzhong what people think."

How else to think about it, of course, because of the continuous improvement of papermaking technology and printing technology.

Although it seems that no one can imitate it now, it does not mean that you can sit back and relax.

Only when the three technologies of ink-making, paper-making, and printing are fully mature, and it is extremely difficult for others to imitate, will it be possible to let go of this expiration date.

"This is beyond what we outsiders can know." Feng Yong smiled and continued, "If that's the case, then I'll just use this ticket to buy it."

As he said that, he handed over the ticket just now, and continued, "I really just came from another place, and I'm not very familiar with Jincheng. I heard that the prime minister was about to march south, and I thought the price of food in Jincheng would be the same as the year before last. It’s skyrocketing. I didn’t expect it to be so cheap.”

"Don't dare to go up."

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand to take the bills, feeling extremely happy. Hearing what Feng Yong said, he was willing to explain a few more words, "The reason for the price hike the year before last was that it was spread by rumors, and in the end it caused a lot of harm. Everyone is lucky to close the door."

"Last year, the grain harvest in Sichuan was big again, and everyone was not short of food. Besides, Nanzhong..."

The shopkeeper smirked to the south, with contempt in his eyes, "How much labor was sold to Hanzhong last year? The rebel army can't even beat the militia members. Once the imperial army passes by, is there any need to say the outcome?"

As he spoke, he shook his head, "So the price of food can't go up that much. The current price is only available when it's not available. If the nobleman comes two or three months later, I'm afraid it will be even lower."

Feng Yong nodded and said, "In the past two years, the big man has indeed harvested a lot of food. Then Feng Langjun... Hey!"

He didn't say anything, just glanced at the shopkeeper.

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper's expression changed, and he said with a dry smile, "This Feng Langjun...haha!"

Feng Tubie saw that the shopkeeper also imitated him and said such a sentence, but he refused to say more, he couldn't help being startled, and thought, I can't talk about myself, what do you mean?

He didn't know that the shopkeeper was the same, and he didn't know how to comment on Feng Langjun, who was praised and praised by Jincheng people.

If you want to say that he is good, as a grain seller, this shopkeeper is definitely not willing to say it out loud, there is going to be a war, and the price of grain is still not daring to increase, it is all thanks to him, so what's wrong?

But if you want to say that he is bad, you can't say that in front of others.

Last year, how many people were able to eat because of him. If I scolded people here, if it got out, would the grain store still be open?