The waiter looked at Yin Guangbo's pale complexion and couldn't help but smack his mouth.
Just now, he had a flattering smile on his face, but he put it away in an instant, and said with a cold face: "I thought you were well-dressed, but it turns out you are poor. How dare you eat in an inn like this?"
Yin Guangbo's expression became even more embarrassed.
Before leaving, Bingwen gave him five hundred taels of silver notes in case of emergency.
But he was unwilling to accept it. When he went out, he put it on the desk.
Now, I have less than twenty taels of silver in my pocket.
How did he know that such a few vegetable vendors would be so open-minded
Although Xiao Zimu had no concept of money, seeing that he looked embarrassed, he winked at Xin Ya.
Xin Ya understood, took out the silver ingot from his arms, threw it on the table and said, "I'll give you the money, and tell me what to say."
After the waiter accepted the money, another flower bloomed on his face, and he apologized politely to Xin Ya: "Yes, yes, what I'm trying to teach you is that I was really a little anxious just now."
Yin Guangbo didn't dare to stop Xin Ya this time, he was really short of money.
But he was unwilling to do so and scolded the waiter: "You call this a black shop. Aren't you afraid that the government will seize it?"
"Seizure?" The waiter sneered, but he laughed. Looking at his eyes, it was as if Yin Guangbo had told a big joke. After he was out of breath, he continued: "I'm afraid this is the first time for you two to come to us. Guwan, right?"
"So what? Are you able to deceive customers the first time you come here?" Yin Guangbo argued with reason.
"That's not what I meant. You guys, if you take a walk around this city, you will know if we are cheating customers." The waiter wanted to snort coldly, but after seeing Xin Ya's dark face , still put on a smile.
"What do you mean by this?" Xiao Zimu asked with a frown.
"Master, you can go for a walk and you will find out. Don't look at these four dishes and one soup. If you want to eat it again in a few days, it will probably cost you a hundred taels." After saying this, the waiter bowed his hands and left on his own. Go down.
Yin Guangbo felt as if he had been struck by lightning again.
"Master, I have to go to work quickly, and then come and seal down this black shop." Yin Guangbo came back to his senses, leaned forward towards Xiao Zimu, and lowered his voice.
"Fifty taels is expensive?" Xiao Zimu couldn't help but asked when he saw him so panicked.
"That's not true. Nowadays, the tenant farmers in the prosperous areas of Jiangnan only produce ten shi of grain a year, and all of them are sold for only fifteen taels of silver. Master, do you think it is expensive now?" Yin Guangbo then remembered that this person I'm afraid the master has never spent any money himself.
Only then did he make a metaphor to let him know how much fifty taels of silver was worth.
"Looking at the waiter's tone, I'm used to it. I'm afraid this is not the only inn like this." After hearing what he said, Xiao Zimu's expression changed and his brows became stern.
Only then did Yin Guangbo understand what Xiao Zimu meant. He wanted to close down this store.
As everyone knows, perhaps every inn in the entire city is like this.
Then it is impossible for the government not to know...
If the government knew about it, it would be deliberate connivance and collusion between officials and businessmen.
"Let's go out of the city and take a look around first." Xiao Zimu saw the look of enlightenment on Yin Guangbo's face and knew that he understood what he meant. He immediately stood up and walked out of the store.
Yin Guangbo quickly followed, and Xin Ya followed suit.
The three of them were walking in the market and found that the whole city was extremely depressed, the streets were deserted and there were no people around.
They came to ancient Anhui from the capital, and also stayed in various cities along the way.
I have never seen such a scene before. Even a small town is much more lively than this ancient Anhui.
"Master, come and see the price of rice." Yin Guangbo was squatting at the door of a rice shop and called to Xiao Zimu.
Xiao Zimu walked over after hearing this and looked at the price of the rice. It was only fifteen taels per pound. How could these people afford it
"If you want to buy, buy it as soon as possible. The price will rise in a few days." The owner of the rice shop was in low spirits and looked like he wanted to buy or not.
Yin Guangbo's pretty face turned red when he heard this, and he was about to scold him when he was stopped by Xiao Zimu.
"The price of rice here is all like this?" Xiao Zimu grabbed a handful in his hand and looked at it carefully, but there was no difference.
"Hey, take it easy, you'll have to pay for every drop." The owner of the rice shop saw him grabbing a handful and scolded him quickly.
"Since I asked you, please give the young master a good reply." Xin Ya pulled out his sword three points and scolded the boss.
When the strong men on both sides of the rice shop saw someone provoking trouble, they came over with an expression that said, "Try to say something again."
"I'm just asking, don't hurt your friendship." Xiao Zimu smiled, put the rice in his hand into the basin, and looked at Xin Ya.
"That's it, just talk to me. Don't worry, young master. In ancient Anhui, let alone anything else, the price of rice is the same everywhere. This is the price set by the government." Seeing Xin Ya put away his sword, the owner of the rice shop said, Xiao Zi Mu once again had a pleasant expression.
He was naturally handsome and had a gentle temperament.
This smile made the rice shop owner feel like spring breeze, so he started chatting with him.
As soon as the Mipu boss finished speaking, Xiao Zimu and Yin Guangbo looked at each other, understanding but surprised.
They had guessed early in the morning that the government knew about this.
But I never thought that the price of rice in the city is actually set directly by the government.
"I wonder why there are so few people in this city?" Xiao Zimu then chatted with the rice shop owner.
"Young Master looks like he's from out of town. There's famine in our place every year. It's not as lively as other cities." The owner of Mipu also sighed with emotion.
Xiao Zimu frowned, making trouble every year
He went to court to discuss matters at the age of fourteen. Although he never asked questions, he generally knew everything.
However, when there was a famine in ancient Anhui, no one ever reported it.
"Didn't the government provide disaster relief?" Xiao Zimu asked.
"Sir, please stop joking. I can't say anything about the government affairs. Anyway, the price of rice here is just like this. I really mean well. I advise you to buy more as soon as possible. The price is the same every day." The owner of the rice shop When it comes to the government, I don't want to say more, and my words have the meaning of seeing off guests.
Xiao Zimu stood up knowingly, thanked the boss, and pulled Yin Guangbo away.
The two of them looked at several rice shops along the market, and the prices were indeed the same.
Each family also inquired about it, but when it came to the government, they all prevaricated and kept silent.
"Master, where can people in this ancient Anhui city find food?" Yin Guangbo's heart trembled as he looked at the prices for food in the sky.
Originally, he really shouldn't have said such words in front of the prince.
But seeing this situation now, can he still be allowed to open his eyes and tell lies and flatter Xiao Zimu? Can the people of ancient Anhui now have enough food and clothing
Xiao Zimu nodded, understanding in his heart, and said something to Yin Guangbo.
"Let's go to ordinary people's homes first, and then go to the government offices!"
(End of chapter)