Chang'an, as night fell, this magnificent city, as usual, immediately entered two worlds.

A silence, darkness, with no fingers in sight.

One by one, the bars fell, and the door locks were closed.

Three-quarters of Chang'an City fell into silence and loneliness.

In the other world, the lights are dim, as if it were daytime, and the dancing girls with long sleeves are together, and in the drums, a jar of wine is quickly consumed.

There is no doubt that this world belongs to Qili, Shangguanli and the mansions that surround these two noble residential areas.

Here, singing and dancing are leveling, and here, drunken fans.

Although a prime minister has just committed suicide and a servant has been imprisoned.

However, almost no one was affected.

Singing and dancing.

Even, many people are in a good mood.

"In the eight counties around Qishan Plain, there are nearly 60,000 households and a population of 300,000 or 400,000!" A slightly chubby aristocrat, holding a wine bottle, said intoxicatedly: "And the local yield per mu is only one stone!" Only one stone! ”

The guests were all red in the audience and short of breath.

Anyone knows, what does that mean?

This means that the Qishanyuan area, with a radius of hundreds of miles and a population of three or four hundred thousand, can only get a maximum of three million stone corn!

Evenly distributed to each person, less than eight stones! Less than eight stones!

If the output of the local powerful landlords is deducted, the bottom mud legs can be distributed with rations, and the per capita is less than five stones, or even less!

With such a small amount of food, these farmers will not even be able to survive this winter!

Not to mention, they also need to pay land taxes and oral taxes.

Therefore, even if they save and have a plan.

At most, in winter and December, they will run out of food!

By that time, hehe......

I'm afraid that one stone of grain can be exchanged for ten acres of land!

Add ten more stones, and you can buy a family!

Feast, unprecedented feast!

Just Qishanyuan can make them a hundred times more profitable!

"Hate that weight!" Someone suddenly said: "It's not that this person is so troublesome that he actually alarmed his family to personally rescue the disaster, otherwise it ......"

The Qishan Plains area was originally destined to have no harvest.

But that Zhang Zizhong intervened horizontally, which alarmed the Son of Heaven and ruined everyone's plan to make a fortune!

Just thinking about this makes many people feel heartache and can't breathe.

"Hey!" The protagonist who sat at the top raised the wine bottle, got up and said, "The prince is loyal to the king, and it cannot be said that there is anything wrong...... And the current situation is okay...... On the contrary, there is no harvest of Qishanyuan grains, which is very bad! ”

Listening to his words, everyone hurriedly raised their bottles and bowed: "Jun Hou Wise, Jun Hou Wise!" ”

Thinking about it, this is indeed the reason, if the Qishan original particles are not harvested, then it will inevitably cause the Son of Heaven Long Yan to be angry.

At that time, maybe something will come out.

Just like the catastrophe in the sixth year of Yuanfeng, the Son of Heaven suddenly took action and opened the Shanglin Garden and the Northern Army Barracks to settle the victims.

All of a sudden, many people's calculations were disappointed.

It's still as good as it is now, although Qishanyuan was hit by the disaster, but the scale of the disaster was controlled just right.

It's a poor harvest, not a bad harvest.

This gives countless people up and down, the opportunity to get their hands dirty.

"By the way...... the protagonist suddenly remembered something and asked, "How is the price of rice in Chang'an today?" ”

"By the end of the evening, it had risen to one hundred and fifty dollars a stone!" Immediately there was a report from a retainer.

"It's going up so slowly!" When the protagonist listened, he was not very satisfied, and ordered: "Tell the people below that tomorrow you are only allowed to sell a maximum of 100 stone of corn, and sell one more bucket, and I will pull out his skin!" ”

The retainer listened, and bowed slightly.

Yesterday evening, the price of Chang'an rice, japonica rice (rice that has not been licked) is only 120 yuan a stone.

Thirty dollars a day, but still not satisfied?

But he didn't think much about it, and immediately nodded: "No! ”

And the other guests are also nodding.

The price of rice is still too low now!

The price of rice must be raised as soon as possible!

What is there to sell for a hundred and fifty dollars of rice for one stone?

If it weren't for the scruples of Jing Zhaoyin and Zhi Jinwu, and even the intervention of the imperial historians, they wouldn't want to sell even a grain of rice now.

Because everyone knows that the current price of rice is just the starting point.

Now every time you sell a stone of rice, you are losing money!

And it's a blood loss!

These grains are kept in their hands, and for each additional day, their profits can be multiplied by several percent.

Just stay until December, or even until spring and March.

One stone of rice can even be sold for one or two thousand dollars!

Of course, five baht is cute, but the goal is not five-baht.

It's the population, the land.

This reduction in production, conservatively estimated, can allow the nobles and heroes of Chang'an to turn millions of acres of land and hundreds of thousands or even millions of people into their own meals.

It is also possible to loot the wealth and savings of other classes, especially the small and medium-sized landlord class, for generations!

In the face of such huge interests, now, the noble ministers of Chang'an, except for a few people, are all ready to move.

There was even Jiuqing quietly involved.

"Come on, come on, drink, drink!" The protagonist lifted the wine bottle and was in a very happy mood.

He even felt that this period was the happiest time in his life.

When everyone heard this, they raised their glasses together: "I wish you a long and prosperous life, wealth and prosperity!" ”

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And in this dimly lit, splendid mansion five hundred steps away, it was pitch black, and it was closed by heavy locks.

In the humble house, there is no oil lamp.

The children huddled on a shabby mat, touched their stomachs, and whispered lowly, "Father, father, I'm hungry ......"

Li Er bit his lip and stood in the room, touching a jar in his hand.

There were more than 1,400 five-baht coins in it.

It is the wages he has earned hard in Chang'an City in the past few months, and it is also the last savings of the whole family.

"The price of rice has risen to one hundred and fifty yuan today...... Li Er murmured.

The price was far beyond his means.

so that he did not dare to buy it.

"Hopefully tomorrow the price of rice will drop a little...... One hundred and forty yuan and one stone, I will buy it all......" He sighed, walked to the rice jar at home, and looked at the rice stored in it, there was only a little bit of rice, at most two buckets of rice, even if he didn't eat it, even if it was all cooked into porridge, it would not be enough for the three children in the family to eat.

So he knew that he would have to buy rice tomorrow.

Buy rice to fill the children's stomachs, and he may be able to find a few more jobs.

Li Er is a carpenter, relying on his craft to support his family, and carefully manage and protect his life and family in this Chang'an City.

A small craftsman like him, as long as he has a job, can make his family live a life that is far more comfortable and prosperous than that of a farmer.

However, in the past few days, the price of rice has skyrocketed, which caught him off guard.

You must know that at this time of the year, because of the harvest in Guanzhong and the listing of new rice, the price of rice will fall.

So he didn't buy much rice at home.

Na Cheng thought, what he was waiting for was not a bumper harvest, but a bad harvest.

The price of rice skyrocketed all at once.

Make it difficult for him to adapt.

"Maybe the Son of Heaven will intervene......" Li Er thought in his heart, he looked in the direction of Weiyang Palace, at this moment, he had never prayed like now that the masters of Weiyang Palace and Jianzhang Palace stood up and supported him, at least so that he could buy cheaper rice, so that the family could continue to survive.

At this time, in three-quarters of Chang'an City, there were countless people like Li Er.

The 200,000 people who live as city dwellers and depend on crafts or skills, petty traders, and domestic servants are at a loss in the face of soaring rice prices.

The skyrocketing food prices are the first to hurt and destroy these small people and middle-class families who have a little capital in their hands but have no security.

It's just that the storm is already blowing.

And it's getting worse!

The next day, Li Er returned home empty-handed with a melancholy face.

When his wife saw this, she immediately stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?" Aren't you going to buy rice? ”

"Today, the price of rice has risen to two hundred yuan a stone...... Li Er looked at his wife with a dull gaze: "And I can't buy ...... at all"

When his wife heard this, the rice spoon in her hand fell to the ground.

"Two hundred dollars a stone...... Can't buy it yet? She immediately felt the sky fall apart, and her eyes were dark.

Boundless despair and boundless suffering came to my heart.

Two hundred dollars a stone?

A family like her eats at least eight stones of rice a month!

This is because I desperately saved and bought a lot of sunflower vegetables to cook and eat together.

If you cook all the corn, I'm afraid you won't be able to beat it for ten stones.

At this price, the family would spend more than 2,000 yuan a month on food alone!

And she and her husband can't make so much money even if they are tired to death!

What to do?

The woman couldn't think of anything to do, so she sat down on the floor and sobbed lowly.

The three children in the family, hearing their mother crying, immediately came out, gathered around their mother, and cried: "Grandma, grandma, we are not hungry, we are not hungry...... Grandma doesn't cry, grandma doesn't cry......"

Looking at the sensible children, Li Er felt that his nose was counted, and his eyes were a little red.

"What the hell is going on!" He looked up to the sky and sighed, and for the first time in his life, he shed tears.

He knew that as a husband, as a father, he had to support his family!

It is also necessary to protect this family that has worked hard for more than ten years.

However, the current situation is that even if you have money, you can't buy rice.

What's more, the money in his hand is simply not enough to buy such expensive rice for his family to eat.

After thinking about it, Li Er found that there seemed to be only one way to feed his wife and children.

Shanglin Yuan!

To be precise, the beasts in the Upper Forest Garden!

It's just that this thing is risky.

Poaching the beasts of the Forbidden Garden, once discovered, it will kill the head!

But......

He couldn't think of any other way to find food.

Looking at the grieving wife with sobbing children.

Li Eryi gritted his teeth and went out.

If you want to poach the beasts of the Forbidden Garden, you must find someone to act together.