Manager Xu of Datong Commercial Bank was very hurt that he had not been able to overthrow Pei Che, but had instead created a rival for himself. He had originally thought of slowly making plans, letting the people's anger grow day by day, preferably until a few people died of starvation, and then instigating the people to surround the government office.
But somehow, the people went to the government office the next day after the news was passed on on the first day. Now everyone still had some food left, so although they didn't dare to eat too much, they wouldn't starve, and their anger naturally wouldn't rise, so Pei Che persuaded these people to go back with just a few words.
The caravan's return was too coincidental, and Manager Xu asked someone to find out, and found out that they were paying very high prices for mountain products, but very low prices for rice. In this case, anyone with a brain would know which store to buy from.
He was so angry that his face turned blue. He never expected that he would be tricked by a rookie. At first, he thought Pei Che was just a greedy person, but he didn't expect that he had been planning to play against him from the beginning. In this case, don't blame him for being cruel!
Manager Xu called the people around him and said this, and then a sinister smile appeared on his face. As soon as you see his evil look, you know he has bad intentions. This is very different from his usual gentle and kind appearance. If someone who doesn't know him sees it, they will definitely be shocked.
Jiang Miao didn't know that someone was trying to deal with him. He was lying on the bed, enjoying the massage from Pei Che.
After standing at the grain shop all day, I actually felt a little sore in my waist and back. Jiang Miao couldn't help but sigh, it's really easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to frugality. When he was setting up a stall to do business, he not only had to stand for a long time, but also had to do everything by himself, but his body didn't feel so uncomfortable.
Of course, maybe he was uncomfortable at that time, but no one felt sorry for him, so he could only endure it. Now there is someone lying next to me, and I unconsciously want to complain and ask someone to care about me.
When Jiang Miao realized his thoughts, he was a little embarrassed. But he immediately let it go. No one is perfect. What's wrong with wanting people to feel sorry for him? In his past and present lives, he had been helpless for most of his life. Now there was someone who understood him. What's wrong with being a little spoiled by him? They were legal!
Thinking of this, Jiang Miao immediately asked Pei Che to massage his arms and legs as well, and naturally exploited Pei Che's labor. Poor Pei Che, the prefect, had to go to work during the day and work as a part-time masseur when he got home at night. He had no dignity as a child of an aristocratic family.
However, he was still very good at seeking benefits for himself. After he softened the man, his hands started to become dishonest, but Jiang Miao was completely unaware and was still ordering "lighter" and "harder". When Pei Che's hand crossed the minefield, he realized that something was wrong. Unfortunately, at this moment, he could do nothing but lie in bed and scold a few words with tears in his eyes.
Pei Che was in a good mood after having eaten and drunk enough. They had been busy for a while, and their quality of life had declined a lot. Looking lovingly at Jiang Miao who was exhausted and had fallen asleep, Pei Che lowered his head and kissed him on the face a few times. After receiving a weak slap, he went to the kitchen to boil water in a good mood.
After all the trouble, it was already late at night. Pei Che climbed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep hugging the person beside him.
"Sir, how much rice do you want to buy?" asked the clerk at the Fengshou Grain Shop.
He thought the guest in front of him looked a little strange. As soon as he entered the grain shop, he looked around, as if he wanted to take in all the furnishings in the room. For ordinary people in Cangzhou, they lacked food all year round. Most of those who came in to buy grain only stared at the white rice, and the eagerness in their eyes could not be stopped.
After being reminded, the guest came back to his senses and said, "Give me four dou of rice." He took out a string of two hundred coins and handed it over.
The clerk did not suspect anything, and after counting the money, he asked him to open the sack and measure the rice. Four dou of rice, a total of fifty catties, was heavy in the sack. The customer carried the sack, glanced around the store, and then left.
Soon, other people came to the store, most of them were buying four dou, because the size of the sacks here can only hold four dou at most. The clerk packed the rice for them, watched them leave, and looked at the money in the drawer, and found that there was much more than the same time yesterday.
He was having a good time when he suddenly felt someone standing next to him. He looked up and was immediately startled.
"Mr. Jiang, you scared me to death." He patted his chest exaggeratedly and said sadly.
Jiang Miao laughed and said, "How could you be so scared in broad daylight? What were you so happy about just now? You didn't even notice me when I came in."
The clerk said, "Come and take a look." He turned sideways and let Jiang Miao look at the drawer next to him.
Jiang Miao leaned over and followed his line of sight, and found that the drawer was full of copper coins and a few silver coins in it.
"What do you want me to see?" Jiang Miao looked for a long time but couldn't figure out what was going on.
The waiter said, "Didn't you notice that there are so many copper coins today? In just one hour since the opening, the money is equivalent to most of yesterday morning. The customers who come to buy grain today all buy four dou at a time."
"Buy so much?" Jiang Miao was a little curious. Cangzhou is rainy and humid. Even in winter, it is not as dry as Liangjing. In this kind of weather, everything else is fine, but the things in the house tend to get moldy. Jiang Miao and his family have not lived here for a long time, but the things in the house have been washed several times.
"Yes, we sold a lot of four-bucket bags." As he said that, the clerk took out the simple account book that Jiang Miao gave them and pointed to the counting column.
Jiang Miao took it and found that there were many "正" characters written under the word "斗". From a quick glance, he thought that about seventy or eighty dou of rice were sold in just a short while.
This is the "correct accounting method" that Jiang Miao taught them. Most of the guys here don't know many words, so it's a bit too much to ask them to keep accounts according to the correct method. So Jiang Miao designed such an account book - each page has two columns, one column is written with "liters", and the other column is written with "dou". When a liter is sold, a stroke is made, and after writing a correct character, another is written. This is clearer than a simple horizontal stroke. When the store closes, take back the account books in everyone's hands, count them, and record them in the general ledger, so that you can see the income of the day.
"Are they all sold in packs of four?"
The clerk said, "Yes, everyone takes a full sack back. I think if the sacks here were bigger, they would buy more."
Jiang Miaomin noticed something unusual. People came to buy things without any negotiation. How could so many people buy the same amount? He put down the account book and sat aside to see what was going on.
Soon, several customers came. One of them asked for four dou of rice. He lowered his head and spoke in a very low voice, which looked very unnatural. The waiter stared at him for several times before taking the money and measuring the rice.
Jiang Miao noticed the doubt on the waiter's face, came over to ask, and found out that the waiter felt that he looked familiar.
"I seem to have seen him before, but I also don't." The waiter was a little confused. They had to entertain many guests every day, so how could they remember everyone's face? However, the guest's behavior was a little strange, and he seemed to have seen him before. Suddenly, he slapped his head and said, "Where have I seen him before? He was the first guest who came to buy four dou of rice. What a guy, did he think I couldn't recognize him after he changed his clothes? He bought so much rice, is he going to hold a banquet?"
The waiter's unintentional words caused Jiang Miao to think deeply. He came to the backyard of the grain shop, called out the person Pei Che had placed next to him, and said, "Can you please follow the customer who just went out and bought four dou of rice to find out his last name and where he lives?" If it was a banquet, why didn't they invite a few more people to buy more? Instead, they asked one person to go through the trouble and change his clothes to buy multiple times
"Yes!" The man agreed readily, and then said, "Mr. Jiang, if you have anything to tell me, just ask me. No need to be so polite." After that, he climbed over the wall and left.
Jiang Miao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Which boss wouldn't value such high-end talents? If they quit, the loss would be huge.
People nowadays are so simple and honest, Jiang Miao sighed.
But soon, he stopped thinking that way. Because the man he followed came back two quarters of an hour later and reported: "I followed him all the way and found that he entered a small courtyard in the east of the city. There were several other people in the courtyard, and there were many sacks on the ground, which should be filled with rice bought from us."
After hearing this, Jiang Miao's face was so dark that ink could drip out of it. Damn it, it turned out that he had run into a middleman, an ancient scalper. This group of people probably wanted to buy at a low price and sell at a high price. Although Cangzhou has a small population and the transmission of information is relatively smooth, there are always some places that do not know the news of the opening of a new grain shop. If this group of people bought grain and transported it to sell, they could make a lot of money without any effort. This magical operation made Jiang Miao exclaimed! He did not expect that this group of people had such a keen business sense. After only one day, they had the idea of reselling.
"Please keep an eye on their yard. Once they transport the grain away, come and tell me." Jiang Miao said. After the person in front of him left, he went into the shop, took a piece of paper, wrote a few words, and then posted it in a conspicuous place in the grain shop. It read: Each person is limited to purchasing five liters per day.
This purchase restriction order does not hinder ordinary people, but it is a bit inconvenient for those wealthy families. However, Jiang Miao is not going to spoil them. He opened this store to make things convenient for ordinary people. Those wealthy families will not starve regardless of good harvest or famine. The grain they harvest every year is enough for them to eat for a year. The reason they come here to buy is just because it is cheap.
"What should I do? That store seems to have discovered something and just posted a purchase restriction notice, saying that you can only buy five liters a day."
"Five liters is five liters. If we find more people, we can buy a lot in a day."
"This... Looking for someone?" He didn't finish his words, but what he wanted to say was already revealed.
"Okay, I'll give you the benefits. I'll pay you a penny for each visit!"
(End of this chapter)