Chapter two hundred and eighty third creeping grass roots
"If it comes from the relationship between Chen and Zheng, and they share their wealth and wealth, then that's okay." [Zuo Zhuan·Xi Gong's fourth year]
"The next step is not difficult. Don't worry about the rumors in Beijing. We will still sell food on time every day." After taking off the disguise of a scholar, Mi Zhu was confident. Although he still looked like a handsome gentleman, he spoke like a powerful businessman. The wealthy businessman said: "Taicang please allocate another 300,000 shi of grain to be transported to the prison. Tomorrow we will make a big splash and transport them to Fengyi on the left and Fufeng on the right. They will sell grain for 600 qian per shi and beans and wheat for 300 qian per shi." "
The price of grain in Feng Yi and Fufeng has reached a maximum of 20,000 yuan per stone, which is higher than that in Jingzhao. Junshujian sold it locally at a very low price this time, which almost brought down the high local grain price. Regardless of whether the grain was shipped from Yizhou or originally from Taicang, the local people would go to private grain stores to buy grain worth tens of thousands of dollars. They were not allowed to rush in and follow the purchase limit system to purchase life-saving grain.
"Three hundred thousand stones?" Wang Jiang was really surprised. What surprised him even more was the price quoted by Mi Zhu later: "At this price, even if there is a daily purchase limit, it will be sold out in less than half a month." Bar?"
Mi Zhu calculated clearly in his mind: "The state decree allowed me to check the household registration. Fengyi on the left has more than 145,000 residents, and Fufeng on the right has more than 93,000 residents. These were all recorded during the reign of Emperor Xiaohuan forty years ago. Nowadays, the customs have changed, and Guanzhong has been plagued by Qiang rebellions. Even if Feng Yi and Fufeng still have 150,000 people, excluding the refugees who cannot afford to buy grain, and the powerful people who do not need to buy grain, the number is 120, 300,000. Averagely. There is a limit of one dou of grain per person per day in the prison, which means that one day, 12,000 shi of grain can be sold, and 300,000 shi of grain can be sold for a month."
Although the family members of the farmers were not well off, they still had savings of several thousand dollars. For those who really had no money, Junshu Ling Mi Zhu also obtained the emperor's consent and asked the government to lend money and repay it with the next year's rent and taxes without charging interest. This ruined the job of loan sharking in the countryside. As for the unemployed poor who had neither money nor land, and could not guarantee the income to repay their debts in the coming year, the government organized and moved them to Bingzhou to farm. As a result, people from all over the country originally gathered in Chang'an with the intention of buying low prices. When the people who are looking for food see that the official food in their hometown is lower than that in Chang'an, they will consciously disperse and go back, and the pressure around Jingzhao will be greatly reduced.
This is the method Mi Zhu came up with to use the price difference to fight against the price difference and use price to turn the crisis into safety.
"What about one month from now?" Wang Jiang asked worriedly: "Now there are only one million stones available in Taicang. The grains from Yizhou have been trudged from Yizhou, and they often have two or three in ten, which is not enough. But this drought is unseen. The restrained look, what if it lasts until August or September and the treasury is exhausted?"
"If within half a month I still can't stabilize prices and punish profiteers and frivolous businessmen." Mi Zhu said resolutely. Although he was answering Wang Jiang, his eyes were looking at Jia Xu, who seemed to have issued a military order. He said decisively: "I will die to thank the common people in Guanzhong."
To the right is Fufeng, Maoling.
When locals talk about Maoling, the first thing that comes to mind is the Ma family. Ever since Ma Yuan, the general of Fubo, and even further back to the coincident Hou Ma Tong during the reign of Emperor Xiaowu of the previous dynasty, the Ma family has been a high-ranking gentry in Fufeng. There are countless slaves under his name, thousands of acres of land and houses, and a fortune of hundreds of millions. Of course, these are just material things. This behemoth, which has been passed down for more than 400 years, has produced generals with great military exploits, virtuous and humble queens, and even many heroes. The great Confucian scholars, especially the great Confucian Ma Rong, had thousands of disciples such as Zheng Xuan and Lu Zhi, which laid the foundation of the Ma family of Confucian classics.
Today, the Ma family has Situ Ma Rixi to assist the government, and Pingdi general Ma Teng to protect the capital and Zhou Dynasty. No matter what the people at the top think, in the eyes of the people at the bottom, especially the people in Fufeng Maoling, the Ma family is still a
A giant that cannot be touched.
As the head of the Ma family who stayed behind in his hometown, Ma Fang has always been at home in the Fufeng officialdom. Although he has only served as a county magistrate, he has the name of the Ma family behind him. As long as he does not commit a serious crime, even Fu Rui of You Fufeng will do it.
Give him some face. The severe drought in Guanzhong and the soaring grain prices in Fufeng are the result of Ma Fang's leadership. With him from the Fufeng family taking the lead, the rest of the young tycoons have no scruples and follow them one after another waving flags and shouting with Ma Fang.
This is Zhan.
"A hundred thousand grains are given away for free. How many days can it be sold for? Are you intimidated by this?" Ma Fang sneered and smiled, not taking it seriously at all: "Can the imperial court have such things?
I know better than you how much grain there is. This severe drought will not end in a day or two, and the rice grains in Taicang will not last long. Just go home and wait. After waiting these days, we will win in the end."
"However, the Geng family and the Ban family have stopped bidding high prices for a long time, and they have recently shown the intention to stop. Could it be that they have heard some rumors?" Someone mentioned the other two aristocratic families in Fufeng that are alongside the Ma family.
Ban, Ma, Geng and Dou are the four most prominent noble families in Youfufeng. After a hundred years of struggle, the Dou family and the Ban family were the first to decline. The Geng family has always been tepid and often sent out several generals to fight for the country, but
The influence on the government is minimal, and only the Ma family is always active at the top of the court. Therefore, Ma Fang has always been arrogant, and he said disdainfully: "What else can they find out? Ban's family has been declining in recent years.
He was weak, had few heirs, and no one in the family had any outstanding talents. The Geng family did have a guard, but Geng Zhi fought several defeats in Hebei. Who didn't know that this Jiu Qing was the country's most important person for the Geng family's meritorious deeds?
Given to him? As for the princes in the Geng family, they have been passed down from generation to generation. Besides the princes, who in the court recognizes them?"
Ma Fang looked at the submissive looks of everyone below and felt very proud. Everyone in his family said that he was not qualified to be an official, but he had to rely on himself to support such a huge family business? How had Uncle Ma Weng and those people ever taken care of this?
Have you ever enjoyed the scenery here?
Thinking of this, he said with a smile: "You can relax, my Mr. Ma is the Situ of the court and records the affairs of the minister! What's the matter? Are you afraid that I will hide it from you?"
"That's the truth, that's the truth." A group of people said with a smile.
At this time, a Cangtou quietly walked in from behind and whispered a few words in Ma Fang's ear. Ma Fang's eyes changed slightly, and then he naturally chatted with a group of people for a few words, and then sent everyone back.
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After everyone left, Ma Fang's face suddenly became solemn. He stood up from the table, flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked to the back room. Along the way, he met some beautiful maids who greeted him, but Ma Fang was not as usual.
He stayed so frivolously, walking quickly along the verandah as if he hadn't seen her.
The verandah is connected to a separate small courtyard, which is planted with green bamboo trees. This is a place dedicated to the adult direct descendants of the Ma family to cultivate themselves and discuss Confucian classics. Sitting in the room is a middle-aged man in his fifties, about the same age.
Ma Fang was about the same age, but he looked much older than the other person. He sat there waiting quietly, looking at Hua Shang, and naturally had an elegant and upright aura.
"Uncle." The person in front of him was older than him in seniority and qualifications. Ma Fang did not dare to put on airs and greeted him honestly. He glanced at the other person's expression and asked softly: "Uncle, isn't he teaching at Taixue University?"
What? Why did you rush over from Chang'an suddenly without telling your grandnephew so that your grandnephew could bring someone to greet you?"