"Whether it's enough or not is your business, whether it's sold or not is our business. Why, you want to buy and sell by force? You guys in Lijiatun are really the same as each other!" Yan Chuan chuckled coldly, and everyone in Lijiatun immediately fell silent at these words.

People with criminal records make people think too much about anything they say.

"Okay, I'll give you grain with one hand and cotton with the other."

Both parties settled the matter on the spot.

Nowadays, brown rice is the mainstream of bartering, and only rich people can afford it like polished rice.

Wangjia Village bought a lot of polished rice this time, and it was because of the high grain yield and good quality that they got a big advantage.

"One thousand, two hundred pieces of cotton-padded clothes, each weighing eight pounds. Five hundred quilts, each weighing fifteen pounds. There are also five hundred sets of neck scarves and gloves, a total of seventeen thousand six hundred pounds." Yanchuan did not use paper and pen.

The number was reported directly to the other party.

Everyone in Lijiatun looked at each other. Although they were unwilling to do so, they had to nod.

In just three months, the other party made nearly three times the price difference.

With a dark face, he counted 17,600 kilograms, and everyone's eyes turned green when they saw the carts of grain.

This is the food you can earn back by changing hands.

If I had known, I would not have received the money and would have replaced all my clothes with cotton-padded clothes.

After everyone in Lijiatun left, the villagers in Wangjia Village became overjoyed.

"Oh, after selling food, I got a bunch of cotton-padded clothes for free to save my life, and I actually earned back the food with the few remaining items." Everyone was so happy that they couldn't help but smile. Old Chen stood in the crowd and was so angry that he was so angry.

trembling.

"Oh, Auntie, don't be too thrifty. The weather is unusual this year and don't freeze to death. Bring me five kilograms of grain and I'll change it into cotton-padded clothes for you." Someone said immediately when they saw Mrs. Chen wearing old cotton-padded clothes that were not warm.

Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes and cursed loudly: "You have no conscience, even a whole village can make money from it!"

The kind-hearted villager suddenly turned blue with anger and turned away.

Frozen to death.

You have such a big face, why do you expect me to give it to you for nothing? I sold it to an outsider for eight pounds a piece, and I still cursed you for taking five pounds.

If it weren't for the fact that you have some relationship with the village chief, who would want to talk to you?

The villagers looked at each other, guessing that Mr. Chen had not made any money, and felt unhappy.

"Bah, my family didn't collect food during the locust plague, so I just enjoyed the profits and suffered a loss. When I sold the food, I thought we were taking advantage of the money, and when I bought cotton clothes, I accused us of being unreasonable. Now am I unlucky? Is it a loss? Is it a suicide?" Liu

Auntie spat.

"Fortunately, our little village chief is capable. We go around and share the food."

There are nearly 300 households in the village. Among them, Linshui Village and refugees have no surplus food, and some of them are not sold.

Part of the food exchanged was given to the village by the whole village.

Belonging to the whole village, but under the control of the village chief alone, there are about 7,000 people.

Yanchuan put it away for Suisui.

There were about 180 households selling grain, and each family got back 60 to 70 kilograms.

"I have made back all my capital, and I also picked up a few free cotton-padded clothes and quilts. Little village chief, if there is such a good thing next time, be sure to inform us!" Everyone was as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.

It weighs 60 to 70 pounds, and with little activity in winter, the whole family can sustain it for two months.

Every household in the village has also purchased a batch of wooden boxes filled with green vegetables. These days are becoming more and more promising.

"Lijiatun is selling grain aggressively today, and I'm afraid I don't have any good intentions. I'm afraid the snowstorm will make the refugees take risks." Yan Chuan folded his arms and frowned.

"There are now three hundred guards in the village and twenty-four archers. If the refugees attack the village, I'm afraid there will be some trouble." Xu Ziyi looked into the distance. He went out to investigate after the blizzard.

I almost don’t want to think back on what I saw along the way.

All you can see are corpses.

"Although the village practices training every day, I'm afraid the villagers won't be able to kill the upper-class people. If they are soft-hearted, the other party will probably take control of Wangjia Village." They are all common people, and they can still kill Heifeng Village.

But they are all ordinary people who have been harmed by natural disasters, and the villagers may not have the courage.

"Fortunately, our village did not flee the famine. If we had gone to flee the famine everywhere, we would have frozen to death on the road now." Yanchuan sighed, fleeing the famine was no less than risking death.

Suisui squatted in front of the grain warehouse, her little face clenched with both fists, and the flesh on her face was squeezed into a ball.

"Brother, how much food is left in the village?" the little girl asked softly.

"Seven thousand jins of brown rice were recovered today, and there are still 1,300 jins left in the village. A total of 8,300 jins. They are all used to pay for the expenses of the escort team and other expenses."

Yanchuan looked at Suisui.

Suisui looked at the horizon and remembered the original text in the book.

On the second day of the second lunar month of the following year, the barbarians invaded wildly due to a snowstorm and lack of food.

The barbarians even reached Xiushan Town.

The entire Wangshan Mansion was littered with corpses. The prince guarded the border and retreated continuously due to lack of food.

Xiushan Town, the poorest town, was also the most severely affected area and had no power to resist when the barbarians came.

The barbarian army attacked directly at the gate of Xiushan Town, and the county magistrate of Xiushan Town immediately abandoned the city and fled, leaving behind all the people.

The entire Xiushan Town turned into a purgatory.

Suisui's eyes narrowed.

"Brother, how far is our place from the town?" Suisui continued to ask, her milky voice was quite cute.

Seeing her cuteness, Xu Ziyi couldn't help but rush to talk: "We are twenty miles away from Xiushan Town, and it takes two or three hours to walk." The little village chief is so cute.

"How long does it take to ski to town?" The little girl stood up and had a serious look on her face.

This made the two of them laugh out loud. It was quite cute for the little guy to pretend to be an adult.

Xu Ziyi made some calculations in his mind: "Usually, it takes an hour to ride a bullock cart. If the uneven spots on the road are cleaned up, you can get to the county seat in about half an hour. If you are more skilled, you can get there in about one stick of incense."

Suisui's eyes lit up.

"Brother, will you support me in whatever I do?" Suisui raised her head and looked at her brother with eyes full of stars.

Yanchuan chuckled: "Of course."

The Yan family's efforts are just for you.

"I want to provide disaster relief, so I take out two hundred kilograms of grain every day, support five pots, and cook some porridge for them to eat." Xiao Suisui's eyes flashed slightly, as if she just wanted to provide disaster relief out of temporary kindness.

But Yanchuan's eyelids twitched slightly.

His family has a clear sense of right and wrong and never shows any unnecessary sympathy. But at this moment, she is actually willing to risk the dissatisfaction of the entire village to provide disaster relief?

I always feel that she is playing a big game of chess!

"Normally, one kilogram of rice can make ten bowls of porridge. In this year of disaster, it is no problem to make fifteen bowls. Daily disaster relief is about 2,500 bowls. About... only the town can do this. But when there are more people, it is easy to cause trouble.

..." Yan Chuan's eyes flashed slightly.

"Why don't we add twenty more kilograms of rice and choose some honest and strong men to maintain public order. One kilogram of rice per person per day."

Moreover, the majority of refugees benefit from disaster relief. If someone makes trouble, the refugees will spontaneously support them.

It only requires twenty people to maintain it.

But why did my sister suddenly come to the rescue?

She is not some living Bodhisattva filled with the heart of the Holy Mother!


Chapter completed!