Returning from the camp outside the city, Bu An was a little sullen.

At lunchtime, he took a few bites of food at random, then put down his chopsticks, took his long sword, and went to the yard to practice.

Su Su and Hua Yihan were both holding back their doubts, but when they saw that Bu Anhuo was like a martial madman, they just looked at each other and didn't dare to ask.

It wasn't until it got dark that Bu'an put away his sword and sheathed it, and cursed a dirty word towards the north courtyard wall, that he suddenly returned to his hippie smiling face and asked with a grin, "What are you going to have for dinner?"

Hua Yihan was nervous for an afternoon, and had long forgotten about this stubble - Bu'an Tu was quiet, and when he first moved in, he drove away all the people arranged by Linglong Fang, and usually three meals a day were bought by the flower girl on the street.

"I'll go ...... now," she realized something was wrong as soon as she turned around. It's a cloudy night tonight, and the shops on the street are long closed.

Su Su thought of going hungry, and her little face was stretched as long as the soles of her shoes, as if she was about to cry on the spot.

"Even if you have a lot of money, it's hard to find a meal. Bu An shook his head with a smile, glanced up at the evil moon in the sky, and was suddenly reminded by his words, and frowned slightly: "Flower girl, how much has the price of grain increased this year?"

The flower girl immediately said: "The boy is not bad, this year's wind and rain are smooth, the harvest in Yue and He is not less than in previous years, but the large and small farmers have accepted the imperial grain, and they will no longer go out to make rice, and the price of grain on the market has risen by as much as 20%...... Childe, is he going to want rice?"

Whenever there is a disaster, the price of grain will naturally rise, but now it has only risen by 20%, indicating that the people's expectations for the evil moon are still relatively optimistic. At this time, hoarding is indeed profitable.

However, if you want to make a fortune based on this, it is very risky. In the unlikely event that grain prices skyrocket, the government will certainly take action against the large grain stockpiles, which is related to the people's livelihood and the national economy, and the major rights and wrongs.

Thinking of this, Bu An shook his head frequently.

The flower girl also understood what he meant, and reminded: "Childe, troubled times are not only expensive. ”

"Oh, what else will go up in price?" Bu An said curiously.

"The price of vegetables and meat will also rise......" Su Su was halfway through speaking, and when she saw that Gongzi and Hua Girl couldn't help but laugh at this answer, she wrinkled her nose, as if she didn't care about their attitude.

“...... The exchange price of gold and silver will rise, so it is better to deposit silver than to deposit gold, and it is better to deposit silver bills than to deposit cash. The flower girl explained: "When the evil moon is at its deepest, eight or nine out of ten paddy fields in the world will be affected, so the high-lying dry fields are more worthy of purchase than the low-lying paddy fields. ”

After all, the flower girl is engaged in intelligence, and these few sentences of analysis are reasonable, especially timely for Bu'an, who is about to get a large sum of cash.

Before the evil relatives are settled, the deed and title deed cannot be sold, and there is no need to consider the trivial matters of exchanging silver tickets for silver and exchanging silver for gold for the time being; in addition, Bu An has no plans to settle down at the moment, and the tuntian farming is too far away from him.

The Taoist Wai Dan is easy to preserve and carry, which not only has the investment value of preserving capital and profit, but also has the practical value of cultivating the dead, which is simply a necessary medicine for murder and arson, and home travel.

Therefore, Bu An didn't even think about it, so he asked Hua Yihan to inquire, what is the price of all kinds of "elixirs" now?

That night, the three of them found a small half jar of rice in the stove room, cooked a pot of white porridge, and finally did not go hungry for the night.

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In early October of the second year of Longxing, the world was still very chaotic, and Bu'an was not happy as usual.

Li Yue didn't know when he would be able to return to Bianjing and start making a fortune for his promotion to Zhang Luo - oh no, it should be said that it was an opportunity to serve the imperial court.

As early as a few days after Bu Hongxuan's death, the people of the Seven Divisions received a letter sent by Bu An, returned to Yuezhou City, and resumed their ghost hunting.

In Jiaxing City, Bu'an also went to catch ghosts, but he didn't collect money, and one person and one ghost went out for an hour or two every night, which was much more efficient than a large group of people in the Seventh Division.

During the day, he sometimes practiced swordsmanship, sometimes practiced archery with a soft bow, and if he was particularly idle, he studied ink and wrote a page or two. In short, after learning that he was pitted by the emperor's child, Bu An worked harder in his practice.

During this period, You Ping came from Yuezhou and passed on the word for Zhang Blind, saying that everything was fine in the Seventh Division, and asked Bu Ye to handle all things in Jiaxing with peace of mind.

Chen Yuanqiao has been here twice. The first time was to ask Bu'an when Zhang Hangquail would recover, but the second time he was vague, obviously he had seen Zhang Hangquail and knew that his wishful thinking had failed.

People from the Bu clan come every day, and they are bombed away at the gate of the courtyard every day, but they still don't stop every day, and sometimes they stand outside the courtyard and shout a few words, which is nothing more than persuading Bu'an not to drag it anymore.

Such an unchanged day passed on the ninth day of October, and at noon on the ninth day of the first lunar month, a rare guest came: Zhang Hangquail, a fellow acquaintance of Jiaxing, who had just ended his house arrest career and was officially reinstated.

This Master Zhang is in his early fifties, originally wide and fat, but after the recent catastrophe, he has lost a lot of weight, but he is very energetic.

Zhang Hangquail came back this time, seemingly asking Bu An what he had ordered, but in fact there was another purpose: Bu An promised him that the prefect official position was still undecided.

I didn't even have a nine-grade sesame official, but I first had to replace Zhang Luo from the prefect rank of the fourth grade, Bu'an also felt ironic when he thought about it, this is really like a big girl being a matchmaker, putting others before herself!

However, he also knew that it was only a matter of time before Zhang Xuanquail was a political envoy in a dignified manner, and the four words "do your best" came out of his mouth, which was extraordinary.

Therefore, Bu An only said to Zhang Xuanquail, "I always have to go to the ministry to go through the motions", and taught him to be obedient and feel at ease.

As soon as Zhang Hangquail left, Bu An instructed Hua Yihan that these houses and farms in his hands could be sold.

The next day, the tenth day of the tenth month of October, the last day of the ninth yin of the evil month, early in the morning, in front of the small courtyard of Wangxiu Street, where Bu'an lived, was surrounded by people from the Bu clan who came to Xingshi to ask for sin.

Bu An moved a bamboo chair and sat down at the courtyard gate, shouting through the door: "Isn't the day coming yet, what are you anxious about?"

There was a loud shout from the other side of the door, scolding him for going back on his word and stealing the title deed before the deadline.

Bu An smiled and asked, "So, you guys are really iron-clad and want me to take out the title deed?"

The people of the Bu clan outside the courtyard naturally insisted that some young clansmen did not know whether they volunteered or were instructed, and they actually smashed the courtyard door.

"I'm a kind-hearted person who can't see flesh and blood killing each other, so I asked again at the end, and I really won't change my mind?" Bu An asked loudly.

After saying this, he didn't bother to listen to the clamor at all, got up and walked away.

On the other side of the house, Su Su waved at Bu'an, and the flower girl stood outside the door, looking nervously from side to side.

Bu'an Shi Ran came out, detoured to the alley on the side and walked to the street, Su Su covered her mouth and followed closely.

The flower girl leaned behind her head and said in a suppressed voice: "The prince has the support of the government, so why bother pretending to be a ghost." ”

Bu An replied without looking back: "Only when the teacher is famous can he convince people with virtue." ”

As soon as the three of them arrived at the entrance of the alley, they heard a commotion on the street.

Bu An ran out quickly, only to see that the courtyard door had been smashed open, and the Bu clan had already rushed in, and on the other side of the street, a team of dozens of officials ran over.

Before the catcher who ran at the front came to the gate of the courtyard, he shouted sharply: "Bold thief, you are waiting for the roaring streets and alleys on the night of the fire! You dare to rob people's houses today! Come on! Tie them all up for me!"

After half a stick of incense, Bu An stood in the courtyard, facing the Bu clan people who were all tied up with five flowers. The gate of the courtyard behind him was guarded by several officials, and the neighborhood outside had long been cleared.

The middle-aged catcher surnamed Dong stood beside Bu An with a flattering face, and asked softly: "Childe, look at these people......

"You collude with ......" The young man who had his finger joints cut off a few days ago had just opened his mouth, when he was slapped in the face by the official guarding in front of him, and he was beaten with blood, and even two of his front teeth were broken.

After the official slapped him, he didn't forget to look back at Bu An as if to ask, as if to say, "Childe, is this slap enjoyable?"

At this time, the white-haired third uncle suddenly cried bitterly and choked up: "An'er, this matter is indeed confused ...... us!

"Adults don't care about villains?" Bu An shook his head and said, "I only heard that the wicked still need the wicked to grind...... You can't make money, now it's my turn! Dong catches the head, send someone, and raid the house!"

As soon as the word "raid" came out, the courtyard suddenly cried. Bu An snorted coldly, didn't even look at it, and said to Dong Zhutou: "These people are all in prison for me, and I'll talk about it when I remember it." ”

"Okay!" Dong Zhutou nodded hurriedly when he heard this, and shouted to the officials: "Didn't you hear?

Bu An avoided the crowd and walked towards the main house, and after a few steps, he heard someone shouting hoarsely: "It's all a family, how can you do it?!"

He turned his head and glanced at the man like a mad dog, it was Bu Cuiyun's man, the merchant surnamed Tian.

"Family?" Bu An couldn't help laughing: "Have you forgotten? My family died ten years ago. ”