Chapter Eighty-Nine: Closing Positions Filled

Xia Xiandi tossed and turned until the sky was bright, so he got up and washed his face indiscriminately, ate something, and went straight to the yamen. He thought he had come early enough, but when he arrived at the door, he saw that several of his companions had already arrived first.

"Morning, everybody." When Brother Wu saw it, he quickly squeezed out a smile and said, "It's quite cold this morning." "Brother Ang has a small task today,

"Morning, you're old." Brother Xia Xian also smiled reluctantly: "I don't know when to open the door, hurry in and warm up." ”

"Just call it away." Brother Wu said: "Didn't you come to buy food, and you are still subject to his rules?" ”

"I called, but no one answered." Everyone smiled bitterly: "What do you say is going on, it's become that we are begging them to buy food!" "On weekdays, they sell grain at home, and customers wait outside the door to eat and drink, but now the customers have become the government, but the people outside the station have become them, and they can't react for a while.

"yes!" Some people were not angry: "It has always been those who buy grain and ask to sell it, why did we beg them?" ”

"Hey, hey." Brother Wu was Xu Qing's undercover agent, and he didn't think about retaining the grain merchant at this time, but smiled and said, "Who made us greedy for high prices?" You can't eat a fat man in one bite, so why bother? ”

As he spoke, Brother Wu said angrily: "If he pushes three times and resists four more, he will simply not sell it and go home to live Chongyang!" ”

"That's it!" Everyone echoed, but they sneered in their hearts, old fox! Are you willing to leave yourself? It's strange to be willing to go, and it's true to look forward to others leaving!

Brother Wu looked at this situation and smiled, this is what he wants. If you want to take it, you must first deal with it. The reverse is also true, if you want to keep it, you need to pioneer it. Brother Ang is a senior in the shopping mall, how can he not know?

The crowd waited in the yamen with the wrong heart, and more and more grain merchants came, and when they arrived, they did not see the paving board unloaded, and the grain merchants said angrily: "If you don't open the door again, you will smash the door!" ”

"Squeak~" The yamen came, and a person came out, it was Han Zibang, he asked, "Who said that you want to smash the yamen?" ”

"Oh, where do the villains dare to slam the door, they don't dare to say it, it's the wind, the wind~" Everyone was busy.

"That's ......" Han Zibang cleared his throat: "I am the ambassador appointed by Lord Thorn Shi to collect grain, and this time the grain collection will be entrusted to me Han Zibang to be responsible." ”

"The lord is above, please bow to the villain!" When the grain merchants heard that Han Zibang was the ambassador of grain collection, they were all respectful and said a bunch of flattering and flattering words. Han Zibang was satisfied with what he heard, so he said to the grain merchants present: "You have been in a hurry early in the morning, and you must be tired after waiting for so long, come in and drink hot water?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare to ......" The grain merchant was completely relieved at this time, and they all flattered Han Zibang in order to receive his grain first.

"Everybody, please,"

"Master first, please ......"

When they arrived at the yamen, Han Zibang led everyone into a side room and brought a cup of hot water, which was really hot water, and there was nothing else but hot water. However, the grain merchants didn't care about this, politely took a sip, praised the water as good, thanked them, and groaned:

"Master Han, hehe, I don't know what the price of this grain collection is?"

"Well, let's dispel a rumor with everyone first!" Han Zibang stroked his beard and said.

"Rumors?!" The grain merchants are secretly not good.

"Yes, there is a rumor in the market today that the government collects grain at a high price, I wonder if you have heard of it?"

"Is this a rumor? No, it's true that the grain is collected, yes, the master didn't ...... just now."

"Yes, it's right to collect grain, but it's not a high price."

"It's not a high price, how can you say that?"

"A few days ago, Lord Thorn Shi received a letter from Shandong to receive 40,000 victims, so he immediately mobilized the grain and grass in the state, found that it was insufficient, and planned to buy and raise donations. Lord Thorn Shi also wrote to the prefectures and counties asking them to exempt the grain merchants who went to Cangzhou from customs duties. ”

"However, the government has never said that it will collect grain at a high price!"

"What?!" The grain merchants almost died of anger: "It turns out that this is ......"

Finally, someone asked, "What about all this food we brought?" ”

"Don't worry, although it's a rumor, Lord Thorn Shi learned that everyone worked hard to come to Cangzhou to sell grain, so he agreed to let me levy more."

The grain merchants came to life again: "Really? ”

"It's just the price, it's not too high, everyone can sell it if they want to, and if they don't want to, pull it back, Cangzhou still doesn't charge everyone's taxes, and everyone doesn't have any losses."

The grain merchants secretly scolded in their hearts, saying lightly, there is no loss if they don't collect taxes? People eat horses and chew, porters, hire cars, which one is not money? One more day is one more day of loss, and the grain merchants are eager to sell the grain now.

"What is the price, sir, will you tell me quickly?"

"Ahem, four texts and one bucket ......," Han Zibang said.

"Siwen!? Why don't you go...... Master, there are too few four texts...... "When the grain merchants were about to scold, they remembered that this was the official mansion, the yamen, and they were scolding officials here, not playing lanterns in the thatched house - looking for (death)?"

On weekdays, the price of loose grain is generally around seven cents, five cents when there is a lot of grain in autumn, and nine cents when there is little grain in spring. Grain merchants, on the other hand, buy rice in the hands of farmers, and generally buy two to three yuan. Like Han Ziba's price of four cents and buying more, the grain merchant will definitely not lose money, but just earn more and earn less......

At this time, Brother Wu came out to speak, and he said, "Master Han, you just said that Lord Thorn Shi still wants to recruit grain and grass?" ”

"Yes, yes, Lord Thorn Shi wants to recruit some." Han Zibang looked at Brother Wu's eyes, and a trace of nervousness flashed, like the kind of nervousness that lies.

Brother Wu arched his hand and said: "Little Lao'er has dozens of stones of grain in his hand, and he didn't want to make a few bucks, so I won't sell it at all, and donate it to the state!" ”

Han Zibang laughed: "This Boss Wu is really a righteous businessman!" ”

At this time, the grain merchants were surprised and asked, "Brother Wu, what you said the day before yesterday that you only brought a few dozen stones of grain is true?" ”

"Or else? Honesty and righteousness are important in business, can I still lie to you? ”

"Oh, woohoo, oh, Brother Wu has become a righteous businessman, but we have become the wronged boss!" The grain merchants were heartbroken, they all thought that Brother Wu was lying commercially, but they didn't expect that Brother Wu was really here to support Cangzhou. In addition, this is a business with the government, which is an unequal transaction, and they have no capital to argue and ask for a price.

But some people had the courage to say: "Master Han, since the price given by Cangzhou is so low, then we won't sell it, just take it to the disaster area and sell it, and pay back a million profits!" ”

Someone came out, and someone answered, but Han Zibang said indifferently: "The Holy Lord has already sent the Imperial Inspector to Binzhou, and when the time comes, the time will be hoarding, and those who want to make a fortune can have a few heads left, can you look at it?" ”

"Master Han, can you raise it a little higher?" The grain merchants finally ran out of recruitment, and turned to begging.

"Raise it up a little? It's not that easy. Han Zibang said categorically: "If we can't get it, we will eat five or six thousand stone of grain, and one penny will be five or six hundred taels of silver!" The government doesn't waste so much food, right? ”

"The price is so low, we're going to run for nothing." The grain merchants said pitifully: "Master Han, let's add a little more." Unable to bear the entanglement, Han Zibang had no choice but to take a step and said: "Okay, good, add half a piece of text, limited to signing the deed today, and resume four pieces of text and one bucket as soon as it dawns!" ”

The grain merchants looked at each other, and the result was terrible, but it was not unacceptable. After all, Bi is only making less money, and if he goes back without opening, he will face losing money, and even his future business will be affected.

After a long debate, the grain merchants finally made the difficult decision to throw away the last shred of discipline and accept the offer of four and a half cents. The two sides signed a deed overnight, agreeing to hand over the money and deliver the goods with one hand early tomorrow morning.

At this time, Brother Wu quietly withdrew from everyone, and walked straight to the inner city of the Assassin's Mansion to see Xu Qing, and said, "It's ...... it."

Soon, the grain merchants who had signed the contract received the news that everyone had generously made profits, and the rumors were misleading, so Lord Assassin Shi personally prepared a table and made amends to everyone.

In fact, Xu Qing just asked his subordinates to copy a few small dishes he ate at home and showed his face. However, with this, the grain merchants were in a much better mood. After that, I went out, but I could pat my chest and say, "I have touched the cup with Thorn Shi", and I have earned more than a little face.

By the next day, half of the grain merchants had signed the deed, and the cumulative grain sales reached 4,000 stones. The rest of the grain merchants also went back in anger, but more of them agreed to the offer of four and a half cents.

In a short time, the amount of grain stored in the regular closed warehouse reached 7,000 stones, which exceeded the required amount. In the afternoon, another group of grain merchants had to surrender, pulling the total to 9,000 stones!

More than 3,000 taels of silver were spent out, which made Xu Qing feel distressed. Although Xu Qing couldn't count the money in his family, he could count his own pocket money - thirty copper plates! The few taels of silver that were cheekily looted in Menzi's hands last time were confiscated by Xiao Yue, who warmed the bed, the next night, otherwise if the explanation was timely, I am afraid that there would be another three sessions.

Forty thousand homeless people, each person has two catties of rice a day, and if he stays for two months, he will spend about 4,000 stone of grain, and if he keeps a preparation, he will be counted as 5,000 stone. There are also 4,000 stones, some of which are put into the emergency warehouse in case of future emergencies. The 7,000 stone grain will be paid by the government, and there are 2,000 stones, and Xu Qing plans to buy it with his own money.

This is low-cost grain, who can buy it usually? As soon as Xu Qing sold it, even if it was five dollars and one bucket, countless people would snatch their heads, and they would be able to earn hundreds of taels of silver immediately.

What's more, Xu Qing didn't want to pay for the two thousand stones.

"The stabbing and stabbing envoys, the villain tried their best to find them all, and made up five hundred taels, and now they are handed over to the public."

It was Liu Teng, the treasurer who was rectified by Xu Qing before, who couldn't eat the "supper" one night, and his head was broken. Xu Qing gave him a chance to make meritorious contributions, and asked him to spit out all the things he shouldn't have taken. The "they" in his words are naturally the same as the group of people he used to graft.

"Tut-tut, five hundred taels ......" Xu Qing shook his head, his face unhappy.

Liu Tengyi gritted his teeth: "No, no, no, the villain forgot for a while, there are three hundred taels later, and the later ......"

"Hmm, okay......" Xu Qing nodded, it was indeed not easy to squeeze out eight hundred taels from a treasurer: "You don't have to do it as a treasurer, let your son come and teach him to do things well!" ”

Xu Qing's last sentence accentuated his tone. When the water is clear, there are no fish, and Xu Qing will not break the rules on the road - leave a line of life.

"Great kindness and great virtue......" Liu Teng bowed.

——Note——

The four grades or more are called "adults", such as: Xu Qing stabbed the history of adults.

The following four products are called "masters", such as: Han Zibang Business Tax Division is the master