In Du's words, all the rice shops in Chang'an have a 'grain shortage' - they sell 100 stone rice every day, and they start selling for 200 yuan, and the one with the highest price wins!

In this way, the price of grain in Chang'an managed to break through the 300 yuan per stone that had not been reached for more than ten years within five days, and continued to soar at an average rate of 50 yuan per day.

In the past 15 days alone, the grain merchants in Guanzhong have only sold less than 10% of the grain they purchased during the autumn harvest, and have recovered most of the cost of purchasing grain!

Now, the only thing that annoys the grain merchants is that it is too expensive to store food...

If the grain doesn't go bad, they want to sell only one stone of rice a day!

In that way, there is a good chance that the price of food will return to the peak of 4,000 yuan a stone when the country was founded!

Out of the desire for this bright future, after discussing with the grain merchants of Guanzhong, they came to Anlingyi together tonight to visit the head of the Du family: Du Miao.

Du Miao was born in a merchant family in Xingyang, Qin, and started by selling grain and grass to people from all walks of life at the end of the Qin Dynasty.

Just from the fact that Du Miao was able to trade grain with the army written as a rebel and read as a robber in that era of war and chaos, and even made money, it can be seen that Du Miao was not an ordinary businessman at all.

- In troubled times, food is much more precious than gold!

Du Miao can make Qiu Ba** pay money obediently, instead of killing people and overselling goods, which is enough to show his ability.

If he didn't have an armed force that was enough to make people from all walks of life fearful, Du Miao would not have survived until Liu Bang ascended the throne, let alone rely on the grain business to save the first pot of gold.

This is also the norm in the early Western Han Dynasty: not only Du Miao, but also all businessmen with small families in the early Han Dynasty, most of their first pot of gold came from the wrong way.

However, Du Miao knows very well that a businessman like himself, who has no family wealth but no power and no power, is like a rootless Ping, who may be ruined at any time - the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty!

Therefore, after accumulating property to a certain extent, Du Miao has begun to try to whitewash himself and get rid of his business status.

Looking at the colleagues in the living hall who were shiny and pushing glasses to change lamps, Du Miao smiled kindly, and raised his glass from time to time to respond to his peers who raised the wine bottle to toast.

In the final analysis, this time the price of grain in Chang'an skyrocketed, and the one who made the biggest profit was Du's!

In the vicinity of Chang'an, although the Du family only has a granary that can accommodate 50,000 stones of corn, in Anling and Zaishang, almost every few counties, there are 'farms' surnamed Du.

The farm is guarded by soldiers who cannot be approached by ordinary people, and there are corner towers several feet high at the four corners of the manor, on which three or five soldiers stand with bows and observe the wind and grass around them.

In the eyes of outsiders, the farms of the grain merchants are just acres of enclosed land that are used for farming.

But in fact, the grain merchants in Guanzhong here know very well that if it is only a few hundred acres of land, there is no need to go to great lengths to build a wall to enclose the farm, and send people to strictly guard it.

The real meaning of the existence of the grain merchant's farm is the invisible granary!

When the market is good, a cart of rice and grain is pulled out of the farm; Ordinary people look at it, and it is only regarded as the output of the farm last year.

But in fact, the farms in the suburbs of Chang'an City that belonged to the grain merchants in Guanzhong had never planted a single millet seedling!

In various parts of Guanzhong, there are at least twenty farms in Du's family; The smallest of them also had no less than 10,000 stone of grain.

And the largest one, located outside Anling City in Du's Angen, has a grain store of more than 30,000 stones!

Relying on a total of more than 400,000 stone corn hidden in farms around the country, Du Shi was able to become a giant and 'trader' in the Guanzhong grain market.

This time, as long as the price of grain can be successfully raised to 1,000 yuan, the 400,000 stone corn in Du's hand will be exchanged for 40,000 copper coins for Du's family!

To's family will double this year!

Even Du Miao, who has gradually lost interest in money, is still excited about this - leaving the business license is a troublesome matter!

The way to get through is all Jiuqing or even Sangong-level figures!

Tens of millions of dollars, it can't solve the business status at all, at most, it is to sell it well in front of those big people.

It is true that Chen Ping, as the prime minister, is in charge of the household registration book of the world, and the Du family is Chen Ping's 'in-laws', as long as he is willing, Chen Ping can include the Du family in the agricultural register with a word.

But it's been almost fifteen years, and every time Du Miao cautiously proposes that Chen Ping will change his business status to a farmer's registration, Chen Ping will talk about him left and right, and he refuses to respond.

When Du Miao didn't give up and proposed it several times in a row, Chen Ping would even be furious, and he didn't leave Du Miao any dignity between his words!

The reason for this is also clear in Du Miao's heart: no one wants a cash cow to get out of his control.

But this time, things have ushered in a turning point - Chen Ping promised that as long as this matter is done well, he will help Du Shi get out of business!

Wiping the sweat that came out of his fat face, Du Miao thought about his daughter who went home to save his relatives today, and couldn't help but fall into a tangle.

"The price of food should not exceed five hundred dollars..."

Thinking of the words that her daughter brought back from her husband's house, Du Miao suddenly felt a pain in her flesh - if you send the meat to your mouth, if you don't make money, you will lose!

But thinking about the harvest again, Du Miao made up his mind: just the household registration is worth Du Miao's most of the family fortune!

What's more...

A merchant in Dushi District, except for obediently agreeing to Chen Ping's instructions, is there any room for refusal?

Thinking so, Du Miao struggled to stand up with the support of the slave, held his round belly, and bowed his hand to the guests present.

"You know what you are here today."

Hearing this, the hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes focused on Du Miao's round face.

I saw Du Miao show a kind smile and write lightly: "I think that our grain merchants are responsible for the survival of the people in Guanzhong, and they really can't do unrighteous acts. ”

After speaking, Du Miao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at everyone in the hall.

The originally relaxed and happy atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and the faces of the pot-bellied merchants in the hall changed slightly, and their eyes looked complicated left and right.

I saw a person slightly in front of the left seat smiling and wiping the grease stains on his mouth, stood up, bowed to Du Miao, and said with a sneer: "We Xiao Jia, we are the only ones who look forward to the Du Gongma." ”

"It's just that I don't know, according to Du Gong's opinion, the price of grain this year should be geometric, so that the people can be happy, and we can also get a little money?"

Hearing this, Du Miao's eyes showed a hint of danger, and his eyes were fixed on the person who spoke out: "I think that the price of grain should be four hundred and fifty yuan for stone, or it may be the best policy." ”

"Tian Gong can have other opinions?"

When the merchant surnamed Natian heard this, he slowly straightened up and bent slightly, looked around at everyone with a sneer, and said, "Princes, look." ”

"I said early that Du Miao is a lackey of the court!"

"Do you still want to listen to this person's slander and miss such a good opportunity?"

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on Du Miao, as if they wanted Du Miao to say something.

Du Miao just glanced deeply at the merchant surnamed Natian, then shook his head with a light smile, sat down with his fat belly, took a sip of the bottle of sake, and said comfortably: "That's the case, you can go back." ”