"This little brother, may I ask where the Zhang's grain store is?" Village Chief Wang hurriedly stopped the little brother.

The young man was sallow and thin, and he didn't want to care about anyone.

But when he saw the village chief secretly stuffing him a steamed bun with mixed noodles, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Zhang's Grain Shop? It's not open for a long time. The refugees poured into the city and robbed all his food. The shopkeeper cried and robbed him and moved back to Fucheng overnight." The little brother carefully hid the steamed buns without any traces.

Dare to show it.

"Don't look for any grain stores. All the grain stores are gone, and no one has any food. In the past few days, the doors of those grain stores were unloaded, and even after digging three feet into the ground, they couldn't find any grain."

"Don't show that you have food. Now you are all killing for food." The boy glanced at their ox cart and looked away with difficulty.

"Even in the city, robberies happen at night."

"Isn't there anyone in charge?" Yanchuan asked with a slight frown.

The younger brother laughed mockingly and chuckled: "Who cares? The county government has closed the door tightly and won't open it even if someone smashes it. If the smashing is severe, they will come out to suppress it. All their hands are aimed at our own people. Then the master

, not to mention not a good thing. Back then, Heifeng Village was committing evil everywhere, and the Master locked everyone outside the county government office and was massacred by Heifeng Village." The younger brother's eyes turned red.

"I heard that Black Wind Village was later destroyed in a village, which is really satisfying. You don't know, our relatives are all..." The younger brother wiped his blood-red eyes, his eyes full of cruelty.

"Now the outside world is spreading rumors that barbarians pretended to be gangsters. These bitches will have to pay for their debts with blood sooner or later."

"If you want to sell grain, go and contact Fu's Trading Company. Maybe Fu's Trading Company can still have the courage to collect grain, but now small merchants can't transport it even if they collect it. I heard that Fu's is cooperating with the army. Sold out

Just leave quickly, I'm afraid there's going to be a war. We also want to go to the village where the bandits were eliminated..."

Village Chief Wang was startled.

Take refuge in your own village?

"Xiushan Town is full of useless things. We are at the border, and barbarians come to rob us whenever there is a shortage of food. Sooner or later, we will suffer, so we might as well seek refuge in that village. We are all here on the run, and we have lost relatives. We are looking for them no matter what.

There is a place to stay. If you follow them, there is at least a way to survive." The little brother said viciously and turned around after speaking.

"You should take care of yourself. After the locust plague, I'm afraid the food shortage will become even worse." The little brother said a few more words for the sake of the steamed buns, and pointed out the location of Fu's Trading Company.

The village chief thanked him hurriedly and secretly stuffed him with two steamed buns.

"Let's go, people around us look at us wrong." Village Chief Liu of Juren Village was a little frightened.

The eyes of these people seemed to be about to lose their minds.

"The sky is going to change."

"Can it not change? Our Wangshan Mansion is located on the border and has always been a barren land. The officials assigned here have to muddle along and only wait a few years before leaving." Village Chief Wang sighed and hurriedly followed the man.

The young man pointed to the position.

It's getting more and more depressed as we go, all the shops are closed, and occasionally you can still catch a glimpse of a smashed-up shop.

The words "Food" hanging on it were trampled in half.

Everyone is more and more shocked, and they are more aware of how blind they are.

The village chief has made preparations. This time, all the food will not be exchanged for money, only items.

I'm afraid that the village will be under martial law in the near future, and I won't dare to go out to sell food for a long time.

"Every place is closed, can Fu's Trading Company still be open?" Everyone murmured, but Yan Chuan turned to his sister and asked, "Are you afraid of Suisui?"

Suisui shook her head slightly, and she understood better that these three years of drought were just the beginning of troubled times.

Next, His Majesty will assign the prince to the most barren Wangshan Mansion. Due to the severe drought and lack of food, the capital has been slow to sow grain. The army is short of food, and Wangchuan Mansion has been attacked several times. This is the disaster for the people.

Will Wangjiacun become the only hope in these troubled times?

Suisui pursed her lips. Perhaps, as a word spirit that could bring good luck to the world, she had her true mission.

"Look, is that Fu's Trading Company there?" Everyone looked at it and sure enough, in the entire Xiushan Town, only that store was still open.

There were six strong men standing at the door. Their backs were straight and they carried an inexplicable aura.

"They are from the army. Fu's Trading Company is afraid that it has something to do with the army. No wonder it can still collect food in these troubled times." Village Chief Wang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he can still exchange it. Otherwise, if he transports it back, he is afraid of being caught on the road.

The chances of grabbing it are extremely high.

As everyone approached, the strong man's eyes looked over, and everyone's heart skipped a beat.

I'm afraid I've seen blood on my hands.

"No food." A man on the right glanced indifferently.

They have seen too many people come to beg for food, and the blood at the door has not been washed away, just to frighten the refugees.

"We...we are here to sell grain." Village Chief Liu was a little scared, and it was Village Chief Wang who stepped forward.

The man's eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking back, I saw that there were indeed eight or nine bullock carts, so heavy that the wheels of the carts were deeply sunken.

The man's face suddenly brightened.

He waved back: "Let's go, park the car in the backyard first." The homeless people outside had begun to approach tentatively, and he didn't want to get into trouble.

Village Chief Wang was a bit older after all. He glanced at Yanchuan, who then patted Suisui on the head and walked to the front.

Suisui touched her buttocks. Mrs. Xie left a carriage for the Yan family, but in these troubled times she did not dare to take it out in a high-profile manner, so she could only keep it at home.

I just pity her buttocks.

As soon as the oxcart entered the door, someone immediately took over and weighed the grain.

"These seven bullock carts belong to us."

"These three vehicles belong to them, please weigh them separately." Although Yan Chuan was fifteen years old, his aura was very intimidating, which made the man look at him with a high regard.

"Young master, you can call me Manager Fu. I am the manager of a commercial bank, so I can do whatever is right for you." Manager Fu said with a smile, selling grain is a good thing.

The team is running out of food!!

"My surname is Yan, and I hope that Manager Fu will take care of me." The young man was sincere, and Manager Fu nodded secretly.

"This grain is really full." In the yard, the grain inspector grabbed a handful of rice, his eyes suddenly brightened.

This rice has been shelled and is pure white rice.

And it’s not like the white-with-black brown rice nowadays, it’s the newly harvested polished rice this year!!

Manager Fu was so excited that his hands shook.

This thing is so hungry.

"I wonder what the market is like now?" Yan Chuan asked in a deep voice. Only the Fu family can harvest grain now, and I'm afraid the price of grain will be depressed.

Manager Fu waved his hand: "As long as there is food, everything is easy. In the past, brown rice was eighty cents, but now, after three years of drought, it has risen to thirty cents per catty." Moreover, there is a price but no market.

Village Chief Liu's eyes were filled with joy.

"As for your polished rice, it used to be fifteen cents per catty. Now it's fifty cents per catty." Not only is it expensive but there is no market, I'm afraid people will break their heads if they snatch it.

Everyone gasped.


Chapter completed!