Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 403 The price of food sitting on a cloud

  In Luojiang County, no matter how business is declining, there are two places where there will always be people, and there is no need to worry about no customers.

   One is a grocery store selling salt; the other is this food store.

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

  Bai Shan Baodao: "Let’s take a look."

  The buddy nodded, "Just look at it. If you are optimistic, ask me the price."

   was talking, and the guest on the side asked: "Why is this rice still fifty cents a bucket? I think the wheat in the field has been harvested."

"That little bit of winter wheat is enough for the villagers to chew for themselves. Who will take it out?" The guy said, "Now our food is still imported from outside at a high price. The price is not too high. You have to wait for the price of food to come down. , Then you have to wait until the summer harvest, or even after the autumn harvest."

  The three customers who were hesitating to buy, heard the words, and said helplessly: "Then give me a measure."

  At least one and a half months before the summer harvest, who can wait until then hungry?

  But they didn’t buy too much. Now unlike the time of the disaster last year, they feel that food prices will only get lower and lower, and they won’t go higher.

  So they would rather buy one bucket at a time for a few more trips than spend that much wronged money.

  Yang Heshu watched the guy measure the rice for them, and asked the three children, “Before last year, what was the price of rice here?”

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

  Man Baodao: "My second brother brought it from home to the county to sell it for eight cents and one bucket. I heard that the grain shop sells it for ten cents."

  Yang Heshu frowned, is there too much difference?

  He stretched out his hand and squeezed the millet and asked Xiao Er, "How do you sell millet now?"

   "Thirty writings in one fight."

  "How did you sell it before?"

   Xiao Er smiled and asked: "Objectively, how long did you ask before?"

  Yang Heshu asked with interest, “Before this, I don’t seem to see such an expensive valley outside.”

"Oh, that's because you haven't seen it before. If you don't talk about anything else, at the beginning of the spring, this valley is forty-eight texts and a bucket. Going forward, last May, the rain stopped, but the road outside collapsed. When I came, I couldn't buy a bucket of sixty articles."

  Man Bao was dumbfounded, and said inwardly: If there was so much wheat in her system at that time, she must find a way to change it into money.

  Unfortunately, there is no if.

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

"Furthermore, it’s time for no disaster. Actually, the price of the grain varies from month to month, or even every ten days, but it doesn’t differ much. The highest price is only fifteen pennies, which is generally not the case. "Time." The guy said: "When it is low, there are also ten wenyidou, or nine wenyidou. Most of them are shortly after the autumn harvest, when there are more new grains. Some Chenliang, eight wenyidou are also sold. went."

  Yang Heshu sighed. It seems that the floods last year had a great impact on Luojiang County. The price of food is like a fairy sitting on a cloud, up and down violently.

The guy didn’t think so, and said, “Don’t dislike our high food prices. I heard from the owner that Yizhou is pitiful. Although the price of the grain is still thirty or forty liters, it’s because of the imperial court. There is not much food displayed in it, and there is not enough to grab every day."

  Yang Heshu didn’t expect this to be the case in Yizhou, so he couldn’t help asking, “Aren’t the people getting enough to eat?”

   "What are you making? Sell it quietly in private. For fifty pens and sixty pens, the grain merchants sell them in private. The people are afraid that they won't even sell this point, and they dare not make any announcements."

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

  Man Bao and Bai Shanbao Bai Erlang stopped looking at the food, they squeezed up to look at him with piercing eyes, yeah, yeah, how do you know?

Being looked at by three pairs of such round eyes, the guy couldn’t help but feel guilty. He looked around and found that only a few of them were left in the grain shop. Then he bit his head and whispered: "My boss also wants to The grain was transported to Yizhou to make a fortune, but he had no way out. After he went there, he was rejected by the local grain merchants. In the end, he barely managed to save the cost."

  So when he gets angry, he inevitably scolds in the backyard. When he scolds, doesn’t he know?

  Man Bao three people suddenly realized: So this is also a profiteer!

  Man Bao asked: "Doesn't Yizhou grow winter wheat?"

"Oh, how about they are unlucky. Last year, their fertile fields were washed away, and there were still puddles until winter, let alone the fertile soil was washed away. It's weird to be able to plant them. "

  Yang Heshu can think more comprehensively, even if the land can be planted but no one can plant it.

  Last year when the Yanwei Weir broke the bank, he was still in the Imperial Academy, and he happened to be responsible for copying the official documents. It is said that the people who were still alive in Yizhou were fleeing.

  After the disaster relief, the people are still willing to return to their homeland, it doesn’t matter whether there is no one, even if the land can be cultivated and no one can plant it.

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

  Yang Heshu thought about it here. Since the situation in Yizhou is so bad, why should he persuade the refugees away?

  Isn’t it good to stay and settle on the spot?

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

  The brilliance in Yang He's bibliography, once he regained his consciousness, he saw the three children and the buddies all looking at him with strange expressions.

  He couldn't help but cough lightly and asked: "What's the matter?"

  The four of them shook their heads together, and Man Bao thought: Master Yang must be thinking of something delicious, otherwise, how could it be like drooling?

  But Koko once said that being too honest can be annoying, so sometimes we have to learn to be silent.

  Bai Shanbao asked the prices of wheat and grains again, and then asked smoothly: "Then do you get food from the grain shop?"

  The guy's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Come in, close in. Is there any food in the young man's house to sell?"

  "How much is your wheat to collect in one bucket?"

   "Thirty writings are collected in one bucket."

  Yang Heshu couldn’t help frowning, “We just asked about the price.

   "Yes, there is a loss when the wheat is ground into white flour."

  It’s impossible to triple the loss, right?

  Guy said: "Our price is fair. If you don't believe me, you just need to inquire about each store. Most of the other houses only give you twenty-eight nine articles."

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

   "That's wheat seeds. It's more expensive. It's not a fight, but a catty. A catty requires twelve essays."

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

  Man Bao thought about it, and said, "This is one hundred and forty-four writings."

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

  (End of this chapter)