"Where?"

"Whose house?"

His shout was as if he had thrown a handful of food into the fish, and the people who had just gathered together to quarrel immediately turned around him and asked him questions.

"Ahh Be...... It's three lives. The little boy was startled by the eager crowd, and could not help but take a half step back and timidly reach forward.

Everyone moved when they heard the sound, and they all ran away, for fear that they would not be able to buy it if they were late, Gu Qingzhu was originally on the periphery, and was hit by people who were running in a hurry.

In previous years, in order to survive the winter, the people in the mountains will buy grain every time they go out of the mountain, almost two or three months in advance, add coarse grain in winter, add wild vegetables in spring, and make do with it until April and May of the next year when the new wheat is on the market.

But this year's weather was abnormal, Gu Qingzhu still came out to buy grain in the first month of the first year, she never expected that this was not the time when the green and yellow were not available, and the price of grain would rise so outrageously.

Changlong's guy looked at the scattered crowd and spat viciously on the ground: "Phew, just fucking three lives will be good people, and they are used to these bad problems of cheap lives!" ”

The anxious Gu Qingzhu was flustered, and before he could distinguish the words of the guys, he raised his feet and quickly chased after the crowd buying grain, and walked out of seven or eight shops across the street, and saw that the front of the Sansheng Grain Store was already full of people.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, everyone line up, the owner said, one hundred and fifty wen a bucket of rice, fifty wen a bucket of noodles, open supply, to ensure that everyone can buy it!" The two guys shouted loudly to maintain order in the outfield, and the five or six guys inside, measuring the grain and collecting the money, were busy and didn't raise their eyelids.

"Take advantage of the low price of Sansheng today, buy more if you can, Changlong has risen to 200 Wen, no one knows what the price of Ming'er is." The two women in front of Gu Qingzhu bowed their heads and spoke.

"According to common sense, even in March and April, when the grain price does not rise like this, what is the big deal this year?" An old man next to him shook his head and sighed slightly.

"You don't know yet, I heard that the war in Annan is tight, and the grain has been transported to the war, and we don't produce rice and wheat, so the price can't skyrocket." A man behind him said in a suppressed voice.

"Didn't you say the other day that you won? Seeing that he wants the class teacher to return to the court, why is this going back again? The old man asked, staring at his cloudy eyes.

"Those southern barbarians rely on the emperor of the sky, I don't know the power of my heavenly empire, and from time to time they make some lame tricks, this time the official family probably has a long-term peace and stability, and it took five years before and after, I'm afraid it will be completely cleaned up." The man seemed to know this, and his eyebrows fluttered for a while.

"Hey, what do you have to do with me? I only hope that the price of rice will fall, otherwise, I will really drink the northwest wind. The old man said with a gloomy expression.

"Who said it wasn't, let's go up to Ningjiang City, speaking of staying in the capital, now there is a good reputation left, the side is not as good as Kyoto Yan'an City, watching the price of food soar day by day, the people are having a hard time, and I haven't seen those officials and old men come down to take care of the profiteers." The man nodded slightly, sighed, and said.

Gu Qingzhu listened to them, her heart became more and more anxious, she looked at the price sign hanging under the porch, and thought about the money in her pocket, how to buy the most food.

Because of the men's hard work, and what they said was true, the rice and noodles were continuously transported out of the back hall, and the restless crowd slowly quieted down, and the people in front of the queue bought food one after another and left, and finally it was Gu Qingzhu's turn.

"I buy three buckets of rice and two buckets of noodles." Gu Qingzhu handed over the bamboo basket and cotton bag.

She used a fine bamboo basket to carry the kudzu root powder today, this kind of bamboo basket is woven with extremely fine bamboo strips, dense turns, almost even the light can not penetrate, this time the rice is just right, half a grain will not leak.

"You're the only one? These two things add up to a lot of things. Inside, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, took the bamboo basket and bag, looked at Gu Qingzhu, who was thin and tall, and asked with some unease.

"Qiusheng, what are you grinding!" The people in the back court raised their voices to urge.

"I can carry it, really!" Gu Qingzhu heard the impatient agitation of the crowd behind him, and said eagerly.

Qiusheng didn't say anything anymore, and reported to the people who measured the grain inside, and it didn't take much time, and five full buckets were sent out, and in front of Gu Qingzhu, the three guys packed the rice noodles.

"Seven hundred and fifty in total." A chubby guy in Tsing Yi next to him quickly flicked the abacus beads and quoted the price crisply.

Gu Qingzhu had been thinking about it for a long time in her heart, she had already counted the odds and put them in her purse, and when she heard the amount of money reported by the guy, she immediately handed over the string of money she had just gotten in the morning, which was still stained with the sweat in her heart.

"You've got it on your back." Qiusheng handed the basket back to Gu Qingzhu, and he carefully put the noodle pocket on the top, so as to prevent the rice in the basket from turning out.

The real weight was on Gu Qingzhu's shoulders, it was heavier, but it made her feel a lot more at ease, these grains were returned to the Qin family, there would be some surplus, and with some coarse grains and wild vegetables, their sisters and brothers could rely on these to get to the spring tea market.

But what about Grandma's February rations? As soon as Gu Qingzhu thought of this, his head hurt instantly, Grandma Yi had to stir up three points of distraction when she had nothing to do, that could not be delayed for half a moment, did she really want the village chief to take her place? Brother Qingshan was seriously injured and bedridden, and he was already too busy to take care of himself at home, how could she bear to make trouble for him again.