Male ploughing and female weaving!

The sun rises and the sun sets.

The night is not closed, and the road is not forgotten.

This was the most ideal social situation in ancient society, and it was the greatest expectation of the emperors of the past dynasties for the peasant households, but it was never the real peasant households who came up with such an ideal state.

On the contrary, in any era, if an ordinary peasant wants to dig food from the land, there are few who can make a fortune.

Even in the Zhenguan Dynasty, which is known as the ruler of the Qingming Dynasty, the phenomenon of overcharging three or five buckets still exists, plus the taxes and forced labor that the peasants have to bear, it is just to be able to eat and wear, Rao is so, but it is already done by the Ming Jun.

Therefore, when the grain price protection order issued by Li Shimin was conveyed to all counties in Guanzhong, almost all the peasant households couldn't help but cheer, and every bucket of grain was seven cents, which was probably the highest grain purchase price in the past years!

An ordinary farmer in front of it.

"Child, you should take care of your family, and come back when your husband finishes selling food." The black-faced Guanzhong man shouted at the woman who was feeding the chickens and ducks.

Beside him, an ox cart pulls a cart of grain, and his thirteen or fourteen-year-old son is helping him tie the hemp rope and fix the grain.

Although this year's grain was affected, but later there was a pressure well, which was watered several times in a row, and the grain yield did not decrease, but increased a lot!

In addition to the taxes paid and the food he kept at home, he set aside some food to feed the chickens and ducks, and this cart of grain was what he was going to sell.

This year's grain price is as low as seven cents per bucket, and the black-faced man calculated that although the grain sold this year is less than in previous years, the grain price is high, and he sells a lot more money than in previous years, and he will definitely be able to buy a lot of things for his family.

"Go and come back!" The woman stood up and waved at her husband and son, revealing a young, weathered face, apparently the result of years of hard work.

Seeing that the grass in the chicken pen has been eaten, sprinkle a handful of wheat grains crushed during the summer harvest into the flock of chickens and ducks, although it is summer, there is a lot of grass, and there is no lack of food sources, but these chickens and ducks are the peak period of egg production, it is the time when they need to supplement nutrition, at this time, feed poultry food, do not suffer at all.

"Drive!"

The black-faced man shouted, the ox cart moved slowly, in order to reduce the pressure on the ox, the father and son walked on foot, encountered uneven places, and pushed the cart hard, the cow was borrowed, if it was broken, it would not be able to pay.

The black-faced man's first choice is the recent Wei family grain store, which used to sell grain to the Wei family grain store every year.

The Wei family is a well-known and kind family in Chang'an City, and there are many big officials in the family.

Although the Wei family's housekeepers and subordinates were a little hateful, these did not damage the Wei family's reputation.

"Daddy! It's Werei! The son's sharp eyes saw a man with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks at the door of the Wei family's grain store, and reminded his father in a low voice.

Wei Lai is not called this name, he is a steward of the Wei family, usually bitter and mean, treats the master and curries favor, and treats them ordinary farmers, speaks evil at every turn, deducts wages, and is very unbearable, so everyone calls him Wei Lai behind his back.

"Don't talk nonsense, call Steward Wei!" The black-faced man scolded his son, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

"Steward Wei, the villain came to sell grain today, and asked Steward Wei to open his eyes." The black-faced man stepped forward to curry favor and said, but he knew that Wei Lai Ke was a villain who would be avenged, and there was no one who offended him who would not be retaliated against by him in private.

"It turned out to be you two black goods! Go back! This year, the Wei family grain store will not accept grain. Wei Lai squinted at the black-faced man and said.

The black-faced man and his father and son have the same dark skin, and it can be described as extremely rude for Steward Wei to say this, the black-faced man pulled his angry son and said flatteringly: "Steward Wei is joking, the Wei family's grain store has been collecting grain for more than ten years, and the villains are all selling the family's grain to the Wei family, how can they not accept it?" ”

"Whether to accept it or not, it's not that you have the final say, and it's not that I have the final say, but Chang'an City's master has the final say, the lord has already passed the word, the Wei family has no plans to collect grain this year, haven't you seen that everyone else has gone back?" Wei Lai sneered.

The black-faced man, embarrassed to look at his cart of grain, this era is not so convenient transportation conditions, it is not an easy thing to come and come, many families do not even have a flatbed, all on the shoulder.

"Steward Wei is doing well, the price is good, and the price is good to discuss, which is all high-quality food." The black-faced man pleaded.

In this era, good grain is used to pay taxes, the worst grain is used for one's own consumption, and the grain used to sell is also high-quality grain.

"It's not a question of price? It's that the Wei family no longer collects grain. Wei Lai said impatiently.

"Steward Du, look at how each bucket is six dollars and five cents." The black-faced man gritted his teeth and said, he knew in his heart that in fact, the biggest problem was the price, when it was five cents per bucket of grain before, the Wei family did not say that it would not accept grain, and now His Majesty has issued a grain price protection order, and the Wei family immediately announced that it would not accept grain, and the black-faced man reduced five cents per bucket, and he only thought about selling this grain at a high price as soon as possible, and six cents and five cents per bucket was a lot compared to before.

Wei Lai suddenly blew his beard and glared: "Are you trying to frame the Wei family for injustice?" The Wei family is a well-known family of poetry, books and etiquette, how can they do anything against the emperor's orders. ”

No matter what the black-faced man said, the Wei family still resolutely refused to accept the food, and in desperation, the black-faced father and son had no choice but to pull the food away. There are also many farmers who have heard about the rise in grain prices and rushed to sell their grain.

When all the farmers had left, Wei Lai snorted and entered the Wei family's grain store.

"Shopkeeper, everyone is gone!" Wei Lai saluted a middle-aged shopkeeper in his forties, who was the shopkeeper of the Wei family's grain store.

"Hmmm! You have done a good job, and in the future, there will be people who sell grain, and they will do the same. Shopkeeper Wei nodded.

Du Laipi hesitated: "Shopkeeper, what if these mud legs go to sell grain to other families?" ”

Shopkeeper Wei snorted coldly and said: "Don't worry, I don't dare to guarantee it anywhere else, even in the south of Chang'an City, I dare to guarantee that there is no grain chamber of commerce to collect grain." ”

With the joint efforts of the Weidu family, naturally few grain merchants dared to offend them, and besides, the price of grain suddenly became tight, and the grain merchants naturally did not want to do so, so they also borrowed the slope to get off the donkey.

Things are indeed as Steward Wei said, the black-faced father and son ran around with the grain, and in the entire south of Chang'an City, there was no grain store to buy grain.

For a while, most of the grain merchants around Chang'an City were watching, and a large amount of grain was accumulated in the hands of farmers.