Chapter 270: The Profiteer

Anger is anger, but it can't change the fact that there is a shortage of food, so he cursed a few words and vented his anger, Chu Zhen and Liu Renzhi felt a lot more relaxed, and after eating and drinking, they also went back to their rooms to rest.

In the early morning of the next day, after a day of word of mouth, most of the people in Hangzhou already knew the news of the shortage of grain in the official warehouse, some people believed in it, some people were skeptical, and some people did not believe it at all, whether they believed it or did not believe it, at least there was one behavior, the people in the city were the same, that is, intentionally or unintentionally, they began to pay attention to the situation of the rice and grain stores under the jurisdiction of the official government, and when they saw that these shops were open for business normally, and the price of grain remained unchanged, the people suddenly let go of half of their hearts.

Yesterday, Fan Zhongyan convened all the officials to discuss countermeasures, and the actions of some officials to raise grain from everywhere also fell into the eyes of those who care, plus some people secretly added fuel to the fire, and no official came out to refute the rumors.

Seeing this situation, some half-believing and completely unbelieving people also muttered in their hearts, thought for a moment, and joined the ranks of rushing to buy with the attitude of believing what they have rather than believing what they don't have, and all of a sudden, a long queue formed in front of the shops.

Of course, Hangzhou city is naturally not only only the grain store under the jurisdiction of the government, but also a lot of other private rice shops, and it is also crowded with people who rush to buy, as a businessman for the purpose of profit, seeing this hot scene, the price increase is inevitable, but because the price of the official grain store has not changed, so they will not rise too much, after all, the people live a careful life, the price increase of three or five wen may be acceptable, if more than ten wen, except for those who are relatively wealthy, not bad for those few money, unwilling to wait in line, In addition to buying grain directly from private stores, ordinary people went to official grain stores.

At this time, it is nearly the middle of July, it stands to reason that it has entered the autumn season, not to mention the autumn high and cool, or rain gusts, but the weather should be cooler according to common sense, but now Hangzhou is still cloudless, hot and sultry weather, it was already very hard to rush to buy rice and grain, and was baked by the scorching sun, the people are naturally sweating, if everyone wipes sweat, or the scene of sweating like rain can be seen now.

Fortunately, everyone is now not at the point where they can't open the pot at home, so the people who go to the various grain stores to buy grain can still consciously maintain order, and with the reconciliation of the shop guys, they can also line up in the order of first come, first served, otherwise the situation will be even more chaotic, but despite this, the people who come late can't help but have some complaints.

"With so many people, I don't know what time it is when it's my turn to get here." A young man in his twenties said, his eyes rolled and looked at the hundreds of people in front of him, his tone revealed a hint of complaint, a little anxious, as if he was muttering to himself, but the voice seemed to be a little loud, and the people next to him heard it.

Waiting dryly, others were also a little bored, and naturally someone accosted: "The next generation, don't worry, it will always be your turn." "This is a loyal elder, who has lived for a long time, naturally has a little bit of knowledge, and has experienced everything that should be experienced, and the experience is naturally richer, even in this case, the face is still smiling, without the slightest hint of impatience, in sharp contrast to the impetuousness of others.

"Uncle, you can't say that." The young man retorted: "If it's an hour or two, naturally there's nothing, the kid can afford to wait, but the most afraid is like yesterday, when it's my turn, the store will be closed." ”

"Hehe, it's still early, and it's not going to be." The loyal old man smiled: "I guess, by noon, it will be our turn." ”

"It's okay to wait until noon, I'm most afraid." The young man sighed deliberately and said, "Just like yesterday, the store will be in trouble when the food is out." ”

The conversation between the old man and the young man, the people who were excluded nearby also heard it, after all, there was a precedent, and they felt that what the young man said made some sense, and the people, who were already a little fluctuating, couldn't help but hesitate slightly.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense." The so-called old man is a good man, and the old man also noticed the strangeness of others, and he also vaguely felt that the reason why the guy said this seemed to be to incite everyone to panic, so he squeezed forward with chaos, and hurriedly said: "There is Fan Xianggong in Hangzhou, what happened to him, and after yesterday's food shortage, wasn't it supplied again after a while." ”

"That's right, I heard the guys in the rice shop say that yesterday was a little sudden, so many people came at once, and the store was not well prepared, so naturally this situation will not happen again today." Someone interjected in favor and said: "And what the old man said is also that with Fan Xianggong in Hangzhou, he will definitely not let this matter go." ”

In the Great Song Dynasty, Fan Zhongyan's reputation can be said to be well-known all over the world, known to women and children, and he used to be a local official in Hangzhou, so the people naturally knew that Fan Xianggong was a good official, and they echoed it when they heard it.

"That's it." Seeing that everyone was talking lively, some people were unwilling to be lonely and said: "I heard a relative of mine on an errand in the state government say that Fan Xianggong has already thought of a way to raise rice and grain, and in a few days, the grain ship of the imperial court will arrive, and there are hundreds of thousands of stones, which can fill the city of Hangzhou." ”

Although it is a false rumor, at this moment, it plays a role in stabilizing people's hearts, and the people nearby are immediately relieved when they hear it.

"Hundreds of thousands of stones? These little people really dare to think about it. ”

In the Yanyu Building, in a richly decorated elegant room, a middle-aged man dressed in silk said with a smile, and a faint sarcasm flashed across the corners of his mouth.

"The words of a few ordinary people, whatever he does, think about coming in a few days, they will know that the so-called disaster relief grain ship that will arrive in a few days is simply a mirror of flowers." Next to the table in the room, there was a man in gorgeous clothes, who looked like a rich son, raised his glass and took a sip of fragrant wine, and said with a smile: "There is Fan Zhongyan in Hangzhou, so what?" The same is not required of us. ”

"Naturally, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, no matter how wise and virtuous Fan Zhongyan is, he can't conjure rice out of thin air like a fairy." These words caused some people in the room to echo and laugh.

If others see them, as long as they usually pay attention to them, and have some insight and know some insiders, they must know that more than ten people in the room are the shopkeepers of the rice grain shops in Hangzhou, or they are the proprietors behind the scenes, these people almost occupy more than seventy percent of the rice and grain business in Hangzhou.

Of course, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, where there are rivers and lakes, it is impossible to avoid fighting, peers are enemies, everyone is playing against each other on weekdays, and there are more or less grievances between each other, and doing business is nothing more than trying to make a profit, there is no benefit, who will be full of support, nothing to do in combination.

"Could it be that the two of you asked me to wait, just to joke about Fan Gong, if so, then there are still many trivial matters below, not as idle as the two, it's time to leave." Seeing this, a young man in his twenties pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, suddenly got up and gently arched his hand, and said lightly.

The laughter stopped,