Chapter Seventy-Two

No matter how difficult the homeless people are, the teahouses in Chang'an City, especially the aristocratic teahouses, have never lacked guests, and the rich people who do not worry about eating and drinking have become their pastime to drink hot tea in their spare time.

As for the relief of the displaced people, that is a matter for the imperial court, what does it have to do with them?

The Dragon King sent 300 carts of grain and King Su lost 300 carts of grain, which undoubtedly became the topic of conversation among the rich people in the teahouse today.

The dragon king sends food? Bah! They don't believe such, it's all 300 cars, how can there be such a coincidence? Thinking about it deeply, it is nothing more than someone robbing the grain of Prince Su, and then distributing it to the homeless people in the name of a god.

I just don't know who is behind this scene.

"They even dare to rob the prince's grain, who else doesn't dare to rob the grain? I think they are going to rebel with the displaced people, and I'm afraid this Chang'an City will not be peaceful. I don't know who interjected.

The sense of panic is like a cold winter wind, once the first blow blows, there is no time to stop, and the blowing becomes more and more intense. The teahouse was instantly quiet, originally they were all watching a farce as a play, but once the matter was related to their heads, the chair under their buttocks was not so stable.

Who can sit here, even if they are not in the grain business, who will not hoard some food for themselves? If the refugees are in chaos, the first thing they will grab is their food.

After a moment of silence, someone boldly said: "Don't panic, everyone, there is a forbidden army stationed in Chang'an City, what are you afraid of?" ”

This doesn't seem to convince everyone.

Someone retorted: "Don't talk about the forbidden army, yesterday it was the two princes who took a group of forbidden troops to distribute the food of the Dragon King to the refugees, and the depth of the water is so deep, how can we go to this small gateway to set foot in?" Let's not forget the drought a few years ago, how barbaric the displaced people were. ”

Speaking of that drought, everyone present looked at each other, and that scene is unforgettable.

As long as the displaced people can't move the royal status, for the imperial court, what does it matter if there is chaos and a few rich people are robbed?

"Shouldn't we cut food prices? It is not good for us to force the peasants in the cities to become displaced people. Someone mentioned yì.

"What's the hurry! There will still be some time for turmoil, and at this time, the price of grain will be lowered, and it will be difficult to make money from those poor ghosts in the spring. "The price of grain is discussed by everyone, and if it is lowered rashly, the loss will be more than one or two points.

Just when they were still hesitating in panic, there was a sunny "spring thunder" in Chang'an City, but this time, it was not like the previous times when it hit the outskirts of the city, it was far away, and this time it seemed to be very close, just between the markets.

The sound was deafening, and the fluctuations in the air shook people's hearts, and the tea bowls and cups shattered to the ground.

Where did the spring thunder blow up? This is the first reaction of the rich.

"Don't panic, everyone, I'll send someone to see what's going on for you." After all, the owner of the teahouse has been in business for a long time, and he still has this bit of eyesight.

Not long after, the little guy sent out came back, with a shocked face, and the first thing he said when he came back was "Thor is angry!" ”

"Speak clearly, speak in detail!" The teahouse owner reprimanded.

"On a sunny day, the huge thunder hit the warehouse of the Li family's grain store impartially, blowing up a big hole, everyone said that the thunder god was angry, and there were five taels of sand in a pound of grain sold by their family."

"Where's Shopkeeper Li?"

"Blown up."

"What about the grain?"

"Looted by the homeless."

A suffocating silence followed.

Finally, someone couldn't help but get up, he was the largest grain merchant in Chang'an City, in terms of grain reserves, except for Prince Su in Chang'an City, no one could compare to him.

"Shopkeeper Mo, where are you going?" The rest of the grain merchants stayed.

Shopkeeper Mo sighed and said, "Alas, naturally, I went back and sold all the grain cheaply, what else could I do?" ”

Everyone was stunned. If the grain shop of the Mo shopkeeper is sold at a low price, how can they not sell it cheaply? It's the equivalent of throwing the money out of your pocket!

"What kind of price is it going to come down to?" Someone asked.

"It can only be reduced to a price that can be afforded by farmers in the city, and a price that is the same as the price during the autumn harvest." Shopkeeper Mo replied.

A price at the time of the autumn harvest?! Other rich people in the grain business, you look at me, I look at you, no one agrees.

The shopkeeper Mo said: "Today's matter, I don't believe that this is the so-called thunder god did it, this is done by people, no matter who did it, their purpose is nothing more than to ask for the food in our hands, the thunder of the Li family's grain shop is the last warning given to us by the other party, if you refuse to take out the food, the Li family is your end."

Don't expect the imperial court to stand up, someone will solve the problem of the displaced people for them, the death of a few rich businessmen is nothing, and those who want to take care have already stood up.

Instead of waiting for others to grab it, it is better to sell it smartly, get back the capital, and earn a good reputation.

That's all Mo said today, the other party is too ruthless, you can do it yourself. ”

Shopkeeper Mo is gone, he is a man who likes silver, but he is also a cautious person.

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Immortals are omnipotent, and overnight, the price of grain in Chang'an City dropped, and there was a long queue in front of every grain store.

The homeless people, who still have a little bit of value on them, have also taken them out to exchange for food.

Surprisingly, the two princes appeared again at this time, with a group of guards to control the order, and there were regulations on how many people in their family and how much food they could buy.

Shopkeeper Mo saw from a distance that the faces of the two princes were about to burst into laughter, and he was even more sure of his decision, and he didn't believe that this matter had nothing to do with them or the court.

The key point is that although the price of grain has dropped, the vast majority of displaced people have no long-term property, and they are helpless to watch the grain sold at a cheap price.

So, Tang Xiaoshi asked Hua Wu to take out all the money earned by the Dark Fragrance Pavilion in the past few months to buy food, she did not buy food in the name of the academy, let alone in the name of King Jingfu, but asked the tenants in Beizhuang to help her buy the grain back in their name.

Truckloads of grain were transported back to Beizhuang and hidden in the granaries of each family.

In Tang Xiaoshi's room, there was a yellowed piece of paper on her desk, and a large area was painted on it, almost equivalent to ten Beizhuang, which was the piece of dry land she asked Ge Liuyuan for, and now the land belonged to her.

Tang Xiaoshi looked at this undeveloped dry land and laughed secretly, this is simply a piece of land that can grow gold.

The homeless people in the city have no food to eat, she can buy it, she has no place to live, she can build a shed, but the homeless people have to work and spend their efforts in exchange for food, which is justified.

Tang Xiaoshi will save people, but he will not save people who only eat white food and don't work. And the land she wants to come to will create a lot of "jobs", not so much for herself, but for the homeless.