Governor Wei is a scholar, but he is a Confucian scholar who has only read the books of sages.
The dealer lowered the grain price. In his opinion, it was just that several dealers tried hard to lower the grain price and wanted to make more money, but they really didn't understand the impact behind this.
He was worried about the farmers, but he was mainly afraid that if Yangzhou City did not produce any food at all, it would cause famine.
Li Chongrun and Wei Anshi muttered for a long time, but Wei Anshi didn't understand why Li Chongrun could make money come out, so he could only give up in disappointment.
Li Chongrun’s idea is actually very simple. If the money is low, it will either be saved or issued too little. Then either find a way to find someone who hides money or issue more money.
I dare not think about issuing coins for the time being. The Tang Dynasty did not have the concept of the Central Mother. I was minting coins by myself, and under Wu Zetian's nose, I was even more looking for death.
There is only one way left, which is to find where the money went.
However, since His Majesty the Emperor sent him here specifically, issued a secret order to himself and the local government, and gave him a turtle talisman that could mobilize the troops in this state, I am afraid that the money hiding will be put into use with Yangzhou.
Not out of touch.
But he also had to find Wuling people and Lao Chen's whereabouts, and now there was another matter of solving the money shortage for the court. After a series of things were overwhelmed, Li Chongrun just felt that he was too damn.
"Does Your Majesty know about Your Majesty's secret decree?"
Li Chongrun asked Bing'er this question in a very entangled way. From the scope of the news, we can roughly guess the attitude of the current emperor.
"Your Majesty's secret order is only issued to the prince and governor Wei."
Even His Highness the Princess didn't know. It was no wonder that she was a little surprised at the beginning. Her Highness the Princess asked for the turtle talisman from His Majesty so easily.
Who is entrenched here in Yangzhou? How can the situation be complicated so much?
Two more days passed, and an inconspicuous shop on Guanhe River opened quietly.
"RT-Mart Grain Number!"
A few dressed little girls, looking at their physique and demeanor, were carefully trained. They were holding thin bamboo poles in their hands, carrying a few banners, and shouting slogans in their mouths, and were silly looking at those few.
The door of Daliang number swayed past.
"The RT-Mart grain number collects grain for every four coins, and how much does it cost!"
The girl's voice was very nice, with a crisp and melodious voice, which was very far away on a cold winter day.
A few young men in strong suits, carrying huge wooden sticks in their hands, surrounded these girls shouting advertisements, staring at the people coming from all directions with malicious intentions, looking a little vicious.
At the door of Wansheng Grain Store, an old farmer was sighing sadly. The family had bought more grain this year, and they thought they would not sell it immediately, and they would sell it at a better price when the Chinese New Year approached.
Unexpectedly, this ship of food was actually crushed to a bucket of money because it was damp on the road.
This price is not even worth the price of pounding rice. But after hearing the shopkeeper of Wansheng Grain Store put down his words, there was absolutely no higher price in Yangzhou City to collect these grains.
The shopkeeper was very arrogant and asked the servant to open the granary and show everyone the grain piled up in the mountains and valleys.
As the New Year is approaching, the seal money in the temple is about to be settled. If the money is not exchanged, the few acres of ancestral property in the family will be taken to pay the bill. The old farmer felt sad and couldn't think of it for a moment and wanted to go to the official.
Skip the river.
Fortunately, someone nearby heard the shouts of the little girls and stopped him in time.
"Brother-in-law, father-in-law, a few little girls over there are talking about what kind of grain business, and one bucket of four is collecting grain!"
The old farmer couldn't believe it and trembled towards the colorful flags that were watching the crowd. However, when he saw the very fierce boys, he was a little timid.
Seeing that the old farmer seemed to want to sell food, the little girls stopped shouting and spoke politely to the old farmer. However, the old farmer spoke in a local dialect, which was inconsistent with those girls.
I was anxious, and tears actually flowed out.
A father-in-law was carefully translating the two of them for a long time before he could understand. Those little girls were afraid that the old farmer would not know the way, so they sent a young man to maintain order to lead the way.
The RT-Mart Grain is not far from here. With just a little effort, the old farmer rowed a boat to the entrance of the Grain.
There is a huge banner hanging on the flagpole at the entrance of the Grain Number, but the logo is very simple, a bit like the word "Sheep", but one stroke is missing.
"Is the old man here to sell food?"
A chubby boy greeted him very enthusiastically, but he just spoke official words, but the old farmer still didn't recognize him.
A middle-aged man dressed as an accountant translated the young man. The old farmer saw that the young man was dressed very gorgeously and felt a little scared. He trembled for a long time, but he couldn't speak.
Among the onlookers, a rioter took over and said to the old farmer that he was here to sell grain and asked the owner if he was collecting grain for four cents per kilogram.
The old farmer didn't dare to speak, but just nodded quickly, for fear that the other party would say no.
The well-informed man recognized the accountant who was standing next to the young man, who was actually the master in the governor's yamen.
The person who is difficult to meet on weekdays actually just came to give this young man a general interpretation. I am afraid that this young man is a junior in the governor's family, no wonder he can afford a grain account in Yangzhou City.
"The vulgarity opened today, the first business is five cents per bucket. I have accepted all the food this father has!"
The translation translated the slogan of the boy's heroic spirit. The old farmer was a little unbelievable, but saw a few teenagers dressed in laborers coming out of the grain account and began to unload the food very quickly.
The boat was not big, so it could only hold 20 stones of rice. A few young men grabbed one stone of rice with one hand, lifted it up as if nothing had happened, and placed it neatly on the shore.
The food inspector took a poke and sucked some rice to check it out. They were all new rice this year, as crystal clear as jade, but the water might be wet on the way here, and the surface was slightly damp.
"Rice is good rice. Although it has been a little damp, the boss said that the first business, no matter whether it is good or bad, our boss will accept all of it for five cents per bucket."
A little new copper coin was hung, and a huge red flower was made with red silk. The boy held it in both hands and handed it to the old farmer who had already slumped on the ground.
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"It's really a 20-stone rice sold for a penny!"
There was a vague discussion in the crowd, and the buzzing sound became louder and louder. Many onlookers hurriedly ran out behind, but more people who heard the news rushed over.
The old farmer trembledly, as if he was a little disbelief, he stretched out his hand to take the string of copper coins, and took it in his mouth and took it, sure it was true. The snot and tears flowed down together.