"The calculation is correct, it's the price."

Shopkeeper Qian wiped his greasy lips and said resolutely, "For the sake of our regular customers, I have wiped out some small changes for Brother Wei."

Wei Tao tapped his fingers on the table of the counter, making a crisp sound, "I have the account of the last food purchase. It's only been a few days. How could the unit price of rice and noodles per kilogram increase so much?"

"Besides, since I bought so much at one time, the price should be lower than usual."

"Brother Wei, you are wrong about this."

Shopkeeper Qian smiled and helped the two of them refill the tea, "Now it's not that the more you buy, the lower the unit price will be, but the more you buy, the higher the unit price will be."

"Oh? Is there such a novel way of saying it?"

"It might not have happened before, but in today's world, it really has to happen."

Shopkeeper Qian took a sip of the hot tea and squinted his eyes in comfort.

“Nowadays, there is war in Mozhou and refugees are arriving one after another. In addition, with the arrival of severe winter, every household in the city needs to stock up on winter food.

The price of food is not only the same every day, it can literally change several times in a day."

"So, if you buy so much grain at once, we are actually losing a lot of money.

That is to say, my shop is backed by a master in the inner city, and there is a large piece of tenant farmland supporting it outside.

If you choose another grain store, I'm afraid they won't accept your business like my brother."

“Besides, if a person has no long-term worries, he must have immediate worries;

The cicada wakes up before the autumn wind moves, secretly planning to die without knowing it.

Brother Wei also knows which gentleman from the inner city is standing behind our shop.

If your martial arts school can see and feel the situation in advance, will this old man still be blinded?

Maybe it’s because you can stand higher and see further.”

Shopkeeper Qian came closer and lowered his voice, "If nothing else, if the chaos in Mozhou spreads, food is more precious than real money and silver. As the saying goes, if you have food at home and a gun in your hand, you won't panic.

"

You collect grain and I collect guns. Your home is my granary.

Wei Tao inexplicably flashed this sentence in his mind and nodded slightly, "What Brother Qian said does make sense."

He grabbed the pen and paper, and added a line at the end of the piece of paper, "I will add another cart of rice noodles and a cart of dried meat, and they will be delivered to this house."

"Brother Wei, don't worry, we, the old man, have always done things in a flawless manner, and there will never be any mistakes in the accounts."

Shopkeeper Qian smiled and gave him a look that everyone knew. After confirming, he threw the piece of tissue paper directly into the heating stove.
Chapter completed!