In Luojiang County, no matter how the business is dying, there are two places that will always be filled with people, so you don't have to worry about no customers.
One is the grocery store that sells salt; the other is the grain store.
When Bai Shanbao and the others arrived, although there were only three customers in the grain store, the clerk just raised his eyelids to look at them and asked, "What do you want to buy?"
Bai Shanbao said: "Let's take a look."
The guy nodded, "Look at it casually, ask me for the price if you like it."
Just as he was talking, the guest on the side asked: "Why is this rice still fifty cents a bucket? I see that the wheat in the field outside has been harvested."
"That bit of winter wheat is enough for the country folks to chew on for their own homes. Who sells it?" The man said, "Our grain is still imported from the outside at a high price. This price is not too high. You have to wait for the price of grain to come down." , then we have to wait until the summer harvest, or even after the autumn harvest.”
The three customers who were hesitant to buy it could only helplessly say, "Then give me a measure."
There is at least one and a half months before the summer harvest, who can wait until then hungry
But they didn't buy too much. Unlike last year's disaster, they felt that food prices would only get lower and lower, and they wouldn't go higher.
So they would rather buy a bucket after making a few more trips, rather than spend that little extra money.
Yang Heshu watched the clerk measure the rice for them, and 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 even more.
Man Bao said: "My second elder brother brought it from home to the county and sold it for eight cents a bucket of grain. I heard that the grain shop sold it for ten cents."
Yang Heshu frowned, so the difference is too much, right
He reached out and squeezed a handful of millet, and asked Xiaoer, "How do you sell millet now?"
"Thirty coins and a fight."
"How did you sell it before?"
Xiao Er smiled and asked, "How long ago did you ask objectively?"
Yang Heshu asked with interest, "Before this all counts, I don't seem to have seen such an expensive valley outside."
"Hey, you haven't seen that before. Don't say anything else. At the beginning of spring, the valley is worth forty-eight cents a bucket. Going forward, in May last year, the rain just stopped, but the road outside collapsed and the food couldn't get in. When I came here, I couldn’t buy it for sixty renminbi.”
Man Bao was dumbfounded when he heard that, and thought to himself: If there was so much wheat in her system at that time, she must find a way to exchange it into money.
It's a pity that there is no if.
Yang Heshu asked calmly, "How about going further?"
"Further ahead, there is no disaster. In fact, the price of grain varies from month to month, even every ten days, but the difference is not much different. The highest time is only fifteen cents a bucket, which is generally not received. Time." The man said: "When it is low, there are ten yuan a bucket, or nine yuan a bucket. Most of them are not long after the autumn harvest, when there is a lot of new grain. Some old grains are also sold for eight yuan a bucket. went."
Yang Heshu sighed. It seems that last year's flood had a great impact on Luojiang County. The price of grain fluctuated violently like a fairy sitting on a cloud.
The guy didn't think so, and said: "Don't dislike our high grain prices. I heard from my boss that Yizhou is poor. Although the price of grain is only thirty or forty yuan now, it's because the imperial court suppressed it. Lei didn't put out much food at all, and there was not enough to grab every day."
Yang Heshu didn't expect such a situation in Yizhou, so he couldn't help but ask, "Are the people not hungry enough?"
"What's the matter, let's sell it in private, fifty cents a dou, sixty cents a dou, those grain merchants are selling it in private, the common people are afraid that they won't even sell this, and dare not say anything."
Yang Heshu looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know?"
Man Bao and Bai Shanbao Bai Erlang didn't look at the food any more, they crowded up and looked at him with piercing eyes, yes, yes, how do you know
Being looked at by three pairs of such round eyes, the clerk couldn't help but feel guilty. He looked around and found that there were only a few of them left in the grain store, so he bit the bullet and whispered: "My boss also wants to send He made a fortune transporting grain to Yizhou, but he had no connections, and was rejected by the local grain merchants after he went there, and finally managed to save his money and come back.”
So when he gets angry, he can't help cursing in the backyard, and when he scolds, doesn't he know it
The three of Man Bao 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 land was directly washed away, and there were still puddles until the beginning of winter, not to mention that the fertile soil was washed away, it would be strange if they could be planted. "
But Yang Heshu can think more comprehensively, maybe the land can be planted but no one can plant it.
He was still in the Hanlin Academy when Jianwei Weir broke the embankment last year, and happened to be in charge of transcribing official documents. It is said that the living people in Yizhou were fleeing at that time.
It is not certain whether the people would like to return to their homeland after the disaster relief. There is no one, even if the land can be cultivated, there is no one to cultivate it.
For example, there are still many Yizhou refugees in Luojiang County.
Thinking of this, Yang Heshu was stunned. Since the situation in Yizhou is so bad, why would he persuade those refugees to leave
Wouldn't it be good to stay and settle in place
It would be even better if he could go back and bring the rest of the family.
Yang He's bibliography was full of brilliance, and when he came back to his senses, the three children and the buddy looked at him strangely.
He couldn't help coughing lightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
The four of them shook their heads together, Man Bao thought: Mr. Yang must be thinking about something delicious, otherwise why would he look like he is drooling
But Koko said that people will hate you if you tell the truth too much, so sometimes we have to learn to be silent.
Bai Shanbao asked about the prices of wheat and grain, and then asked casually, "Does your grain store collect grain?"
The guy's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Take it, take it. Is there any food at home, young master, that you want to sell?"
"How much is your wheat harvested per bucket?"
"Thirty coins and one bucket."
Both Yang and Shu couldn't help frowning, "We just asked the price just now, and your flour is ninety cents a bucket."
"That's right, there is a loss in grinding the wheat into flour."
Then it is impossible to lose three times, right
The guy said: "Our price is considered fair. If you don't believe me, you can go to each shop to inquire about it. Most of the other shops only give twenty-eight or nine cents a bucket."
Man Bao pointed to the golden wheat grains in the corner and asked, "What about that, how much is that?"
"That's wheat seed. It's more expensive. It's not about the fight, but about the catty. A catty costs twelve cents."
A bucket is about twelve catties, so this bucket...
Man Bao did some calculations in his mind, and said, "This is one hundred and forty-four cents a dou."
Bai Shanbao also saw the wheat seeds in the corner, his eyes were shining brightly, he turned to look at Man Bao, and Man Bao happened to be looking at him, the two couldn't help grinning happily together.