Farmer's Little Girl

Chapter 404

In Luojiang County, no matter how the business withers, there are two places where there will always be people without worrying about no guests.

First, grocery stores selling salt; Second, this is the grain shop.

When Bai Shanbao arrived, although there were only three guests in the grain shop, the waiter just raised his eyelids to look at them and asked, "what do you want to buy?"

Bai Shanbao said, "let's see."

The man nodded, "look around and ask me the price."

As he was talking, the guest asked, "why is this rice still fifty Wen a bucket? I think the wheat in the field outside has been collected."

"That little winter wheat is enough for country people to chew at home. Who will take it out?" The waiter said, "now our grain is still imported from the outside at a high price. This price is not high. You have to wait until the summer harvest, or even after the autumn harvest."

The three guests who were hesitating whether to buy it could only say helplessly, "then measure me a bucket."

There is at least one and a half months to go before the summer harvest. Who can wait for that time hungry?

But they didn't buy much. Now, unlike last year's disaster, they feel that food prices will only be lower and lower and will not go higher.

So they would rather run a few more times and buy a bucket at a time than spend that little wronged money.

Yang Heshu looked at the waiter and measured the rice for them. He asked the three children, "what was the price of rice here before last year?"

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

Man Bao said, "my second brother brought it from home to the county to sell eight Wen and one Dou Gu. I heard that the grain shop sold for ten Wen."

Yang Heshu frowns, isn't it too bad?

He reached out and pinched a handful of millet and asked the waiter, "how do you sell millet now?"

"Thirty Wen and a dou."

"How did you sell it before?"

The waiter smiled and asked, "objectively, how old were you before?"

Yang Heshu asked with interest, "before that, I didn't seem to see such an expensive Valley outside."

"Ouch, you haven't seen it. If you don't say anything else, at the beginning of spring, the valley was forty-eight Wen and a bucket. Further ahead, last May, the rain just stopped, but the road outside collapsed. When food couldn't come in, you couldn't buy sixty Wen and a bucket."

Man Bao was stunned and said in his heart: if there were so much wheat in her system at that time, he must find a way to change it into money.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Yang Heshu asked quietly, "what about going further?"

"It's time to go further. In fact, the grain price is different every month, even every ten days, but it's not much worse. The highest time is only 15 Wen and a dou. It's usually a time when there is no time to pick up." The waiter said, "when it's low, there are ten Wen and one Dou or nine Wen and one Dou. Most of them are soon after the autumn harvest, when there are more new grains. Some old grain has been sold in eight Wen and one Dou. "

Yang Heshu sighed. It seems that the flood last year still had a great impact on Luojiang county. The grain price fluctuated violently up and down like a fairy sitting in the cloud.

The waiter disagreed and said, "don't despise our high grain price. According to the owner, Yizhou is poor. Although the grain price is also thirty or forty Wen, it is because there is pressure from the imperial court. There is not much grain in the grain shop. It's not enough to rob every day."

Yang Heshu didn't expect such a situation in Yizhou. He couldn't help asking, "do the people have enough to eat?"

"What's the matter? Sell it quietly in private. Fifty Wen a Dou and sixty Wen a dou. The grain merchants are selling it in private. The people are afraid that they don't even sell it and don't dare to make a statement."

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

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang stopped looking at the food. They crowded up and looked at him with bright eyes. Yes, yes, how do you know?

Being watched by three pairs of round eyes, the man couldn't help feeling guilty. He looked around and found that they were the only people left in the grain shop. Then he hardened his head and whispered, "my boss also wanted to transport the grain to Yizhou to earn a fortune, but he didn't have a way. After he went, he was rejected by the local grain merchant. Finally, he barely saved his money."

So when he gets angry, he can't help scolding in the backyard. As soon as he scolds, doesn't he know?

Man Bao suddenly realized that this is also a profiteer!

Man Bao asked, "doesn't Yizhou grow winter wheat?"

"Ouch, how can we say that they were unlucky? Last year, their good fields were washed away directly, and there were still puddles until winter, let alone the fertile soil. It's strange to be able to grow."

Yang Heshu can consider it more comprehensively. He is afraid that there is no race in the land.

When Qianwei weir burst last year, he was still in the Imperial Academy and was just responsible for transcribing the official documents. It is said that all the living people in Yizhou were fleeing.

After the disaster relief, whether the people are willing to return to their hometown is not certain. There is no one, even if the land can be cultivated, there is no race.

For example, there are many Yizhou refugees left in Luojiang county.

Yang Heshu thought of this and thought that since the situation in Yizhou was so bad, why did he persuade the refugees to leave?

Wouldn't it be better to stay and settle in place?

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

Yang He and zhongshenghui looked at him strangely as soon as they recovered.

He coughed and asked, "what's the matter?"

The four shook their heads together. Man Bao thought: Lord Yang must be thinking about delicious food, otherwise how can it look like drooling?

However, Koko said that telling the truth too much will be annoying, so sometimes we should learn to be silent.

Bai Shanbao asked the price of wheat and grain again, and then asked, "do you spread grain?"

The man's eyes brightened and said with a smile, "close it, close it. Young master, do you have any food to sell at home? "

"How much is your wheat for a bucket?"

"Thirty Wen and a dou."

Yang Heshu could not help but frown. "Just now we asked the price. Your white face is 90 Wen and a dou."

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

It's impossible to lose three times, right?

The man said, "our price is fair. If you don't believe it, just ask about it in each shop. Most of the others only give 289 Wen a bucket."

Man Bao pointed to golden grains of the wheat in corner and asked, "what about that? How much is that?"

"That's wheat seed. It's more expensive. It's not about fighting, but about catties. Twelve Wen per catty."

A bucket is about twelve kilograms, so this bucket

After a mental calculation, man Bao said, "it's 144 Wen and a dou."

Bai Shanbao also saw the wheat seed in the corner with a bright light in his eyes. He turned to see man Bao. Man Bao also looked at him. They couldn't help grinning together.