Ming Dynasty: Hanging out in Beiping Dangzhi County Text Volume Chapter 271 Rushing to buy good rice Latest website: Guo An glanced at the three-acre cement drying in the distance and said leisurely: "Your Highness, maybe it has already been dried
It’s done.”
"Huh?"
Zhu Di's expression condensed and he said with some doubts, "We remember that the earliest rice was only dried for half an afternoon yesterday, and it was only dried from morning to now..."
With that said, Zhu Di had already stood up and walked towards the drying yard.
Zhu Di grabbed a handful of rice and heated it very hot. Zhu Di didn't care at all.
Then, Weiwei bites one open with his teeth.
Zhu Di looked surprised, "Did you really do it?"
Saying that, without waiting for Guo An to reply, he directly put his hand on the cement drying field on the ground.
"Hiss..."
Zhu Di quickly retracted his palm.
On the side, Zhu Gaochi also followed Zhu Di's example and put his hand in, then quickly retracted it with a miserable look on his face.
"Dad, this is so hot!"
"It's okay, just go to the shade and cool down for a while!"
Zhu Di touched Zhu Gaochi's head, and then dragged Zhu Gaochi towards the shade.
"Guo Qing, but are all cement drying fields like this?"
Guo An nodded slightly, "Your Highness, this should always be the case!"
Zhu Di's eyes were full of excitement, "In this way, the gentry who built the cement drying field can save at least five or six days of drying time this year?"
"Hmm!"
Guo An nodded, "Your Highness, the more fields a gentry has, the more time they can save for drying!"
Zhu Di looked relieved and said, "Humph, building a cement drying field has such a great effect, look at those officials, how can they have the face to mock secretly!"
Guo Andao: "Your Highness, they are all passers-by in our Beiping Mansion. As long as they are not greedy and do not harm the people, after a few years of serving, they will all be transferred or promoted, so you don't need to pay attention to them."
Zhu Di nodded slightly and said, "Sell less good rice to them."
Guo An nodded, "What His Highness said is reasonable... However, with so many gentry and some wealthy businessmen in charge, we can't tell them apart."
Zhu Di sighed helplessly.
"Forget it, even if they don't buy the fine rice from our farm, they will buy the fine rice from the officials and soldiers in Prince Yan's Mansion. We won't be so narrow-minded."
"Your Highness is wise, this matter cannot be prevented. However, it can allow the families of the officials and soldiers in the mansion to make more money."
Zhu Di's eyes lit up, "A pound of good rice can be sold for ten times the price. Each of their families has at least ten or twenty acres of good rice.
In this case, wouldn’t they be equivalent to planting one hundred acres or even two hundred acres of rice?”
Guo An shook his head slightly, "Your Highness, those gentry and wealthy businessmen can pay high prices for my farm because they trust my farm.
Moreover, the rice in my farm is indeed larger than the fine rice in the fields outside.
Therefore, it would be good if the fine rice outside could be sold for six to seven times the price.
If some villages are remote, or if you encounter some unscrupulous merchants and gentry, the price will be much lower."
"A group of black-hearted profiteers."
Zhu Di cursed angrily, and then said: "Guo Qing, I also have a grain trading company in Prince Yan's palace. Can we sell these fine rice?"
Guo An replied: "Your Highness, the only people who can buy good rice at high prices now, apart from some gentry and wealthy people in Beiping Prefecture, are the gentry in various states in the Ming Dynasty.
All the wealthy gentry in Beiping Prefecture come directly to the farm to buy.
The only people left who can afford to buy high-quality rice are the wealthy gentry in the major state capitals outside.
Those wealthy gentry households are scattered across the country, and only major merchants have channels to sell them...
If it is sold by our Yanwangfu Grain Trading Company, it will only be a waste of manpower and money in the end, and it will be thrown into the hands and cannot be sold!"
Zhu Di's face became unhappy, "In this case, we can only let those profiteers bully my farmers in Beiping Prefecture?"
Guo An smiled lightly, "Your Highness does not need to worry so much, those merchants can only lower the prices appropriately.
If they suppress it too hard, the farmers below are not fools. They can sell their good rice directly to wealthy households and farmers in the same town, and they can still earn favors.
Therefore, no matter what, those farmers will make a lot of money this year!"
"That's good!"
Zhu Di had a smile on his face.
Just thinking about it, the officials and soldiers under Prince Yan's Mansion planted ten acres of good rice, which is equivalent to planting fifty or sixty acres of rice. I feel excited just thinking about it. It is better than the 200 acres of good rice sold on his farm.
The price is ten times higher, and I still feel excited.
An hour later.
The group of gentry and wealthy businessmen returned again.
Since Zhu Di came out this time, he did not bring many scribes with him.
Therefore, we can only let Guo Bingyong, Guo Zhi, Guo Changchen, Guo Shanyuan and a group of apprentices take over to serve as scribes in Prince Yan's palace.
Although they have become the eighth-level Digong Lang, Guo Bingyong, Guo Zhi, Guo Changchen, and Guo Shanyuan did not feel any displeasure after serving as his accountants, and they were even a little excited.
Being able to see with my own eyes that the good rice they had worked so hard to cultivate for a year was purchased at a high price by a group of gentry and merchants, the sense of accomplishment in my heart cannot be expressed in words.
"I dare to ask Mr. Guo Digong, how many kilograms of the highest yield per mu is among this large area of good rice?"
After purchasing five hundred kilograms of good rice, a gentry from Wanping County couldn't help but ask, making everyone on the side stare angrily.
But then, they all looked at Guo Zhi and others with curiosity, they also wanted to know.
Guo Zhi thought for a while and said: "Guo is ashamed. This year's rice production is not as advanced as last year. The highest yield per mu can only reach 500 kilograms!"