After all, seeing strange guests come to see them, the old man asked with a smile on his face: "Guest officer, how many fish do you want?" He was a little uneasy, for his son had killed three fish, weighing more than ten pounds, and if they didn't want enough, the fish would stink.

Mai Tiezhu shouted in a rough voice: "What are you shivering, how many fish are ready, what, are you worried that we won't pay?" ”

"Yes, yes." The father and son nodded immediately, and the figure of the wheat iron rod undoubtedly made people feel intimidated.

The father and son took out all the fish in the cabin and killed them, there were ten big fish, and the two of them were quick with their hands and feet, but after a few tea times, there was a smell of fish wafting in the whole boat, and everyone couldn't help but open their noses slightly, Yang Yong temporarily put aside the worries of the drought, and said with a smile: "The fragrant fish is a little braised Yellow River carp." ”

Lu Mulin, Zhang Qiu Taiyi and others nodded yes, the old man's eyes lit up, and said: "The guest officer is right, the little old man was originally in the Yellow River to make a living, and what he is doing now is exactly what the Yellow River carp is doing." ”

Mai Tiezhu shouted loudly: "You old man, just boasting nonsense, if you are begging for a living in the Yellow River, why are you in Weishui now, could it be that you flew over?" ”

"Xiao Lao'er didn't dare to deceive the guest officer, it was indeed in the Yellow River to beg for a living, but the Yellow River will send Lingxin every spring, and the river can't sail, Xiao Lao'er and the baby will come to Weishui every year at that time, and then go back after the Lingxin, but this year there are more fish in Weishui, and it's too late to go back. It's impossible to go back now. Seeing that the guest doubted himself, the old man hurriedly explained.

The so-called Yellow River Lingxun, naturally refers to the Yellow River thawing in the beginning of spring after the ice from the upstream washed down, every winter, the Yellow River will basically be frozen, can not sail, but fishermen can chisel ice in the river to fish, once the ice melts. The fishermen were completely unemployed. Some diligent fishermen will enter Weishui along the opened Guangtong Canal. Fishing continued for a living, but the Yellow River flood time was not long, and it ended at the end of March, although there were fish in Weishui, it was too far away from the Yellow River, and there were very few fishermen like the father and son who stayed until the end of the voyage and did not return. Otherwise, the fish in Weishui may be caught.

While talking, the fish fragrance became stronger, the father and son served the cooked thick fish soup bowl by bowl, and also served half a basket of steaming steamed bread, Mai Tiezhu was the most anxious, took the fish soup and drank half a bowl first, and then picked up the ground bun in the basket and took a big bite and only chewed it. Mai Tie couldne immediately spit out: "Phew." What is this? ”

Everyone was shocked, thinking that there was something wrong with this fish soup, and hurriedly put the bowl down. Several guards even pressed their hands on their waists, and if there was any problem with the food, they would immediately draw their weapons and cut down the father and son.

Seeing that the eyes of more than a dozen people around him were all murderous, the father and son of the fishing ground were so shocked that their legs were weak, and the old man reluctantly asked in a trembling voice: "This master, is there something wrong with the buns." In a hurry, he rose directly from the guest officer to the master.

"What's wrong, it's a big mistake, what kind of bread are you, why are you mixed with so much bean dregs and mixed bran." Mai Tiezhu shouted loudly, he has been a guard in the East Palace all these years, although he can't be promoted because he can't read, but Yang Yong sees that he is sincere, strong in martial arts, and eats more than ordinary people, and he loves Mai Tiecane very much.

Hearing Mai Tiezhu's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly picked up the bread in the basket to see, sure enough, it was mixed with some bean dregs and rice bran, these things didn't even eat horses, although the murderous aura was restrained, one by one was full of anger.

Hearing that he was dissatisfied with his own food, the old man couldn't help but beat himself, how could he be confused, these people were riding horses and dressed extraordinary, how could they eat this mixed coarse grain bread: "Everyone, I'm sorry, the little old man is confused, the old man will be changed, this will be changed." ”

Mai Tiezhu snorted angrily and threw the bread mixed with coarse grains in his hand into the basket, but the strength was slightly greater, the bread bounced out of the basket, fell into the boat, and fell into the water, the fisherman in the prime of life screamed, and quickly knocked down on the wooden board before the bread entered the water.

Everyone was dumbfounded, if they didn't know that this was just a multigrain bread, just looking at this fisherman's momentum, I am afraid they would have thought that it was a great treasure.

After all, at that time, the three kingdoms of Zhou, Qi and Chen were in full swing, and the Chen State had the Yangtze River as a natural danger, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, while the two countries of Zhou and Qi not only attacked each other, but also suffered from the exploitation of the Turks, years of war, and annual tribute to the Turks, and the ordinary people were miserable

Waiting for a little bean dregs, rice bran and other coarse grains can save a life, but now it has been 14 years and the country has been unified for six years, do you still want the people to rely on this bean dregs and rice bran to survive.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really sorry, the little old man only has a pound of fine grain on the boat, I'm afraid it won't be enough for your lords." The old man tinkered in the cabin for a long time, and came out with a small urn with a bitter face.

Mai Tiecane stretched out his head to see, and there was really only a little grain covering the bottom of the urn in the urn, saying that it was fine grain, but it was just a little millet, and Mai Tiezhu was used to eating rice, but he was disdainful of this kind of millet: "Phew, this is also fine grain?" ”

Yang Yong shook his head, made a look at several guards, and several guards understood, and hurriedly took off the dry food from under the horse and handed it over to the old man to deal with, the dry food they brought was fried rice, but it was much better than the millet in the old man's urn, the old man took the dry food, and it was to make amends, and to thank him, pour the dry food into the pot, and make rice for everyone again.

Everyone drank the fish soup while waiting for the rice to be cooked, the father and son had good skills, the fish soup everyone drank very sweet, Yang Yong drank a large bowl of fish soup, the hunger in his stomach was suddenly relieved a lot, and he couldn't help but ask the old man: "Old man, how is the harvest of Weishui fishing this year?" ”

"Back to the son-in-law, it's still a success, the little old man's father and son can beat more than 100 catties a day at most, and they also have twenty or thirty catties when they are young."

"It's strange, if the harvest is so good, how can you entertain guests with this kind of cereal?"

"This ......" the old man suffocated and said: "Don't hide it from the son, now the fine grain is too expensive, this bun is only mixed with a small half of coarse grain, which is already excellent, if the little old man eats it himself, most of it will be coarse grain." ”

Yang Yong disagreed: "How much is a bucket of fine grain now?" Isn't it more expensive than your fish? ”

"Childe is a nobleman, I don't know that these are also right, Xiao Lao'er a live carp a few catties big is only sold for ten copper coins, if he dies, even five Wen is not worth it, but now the market needs seventy or eighty Wen to fight rice, even this bean dregs also cost two to three Wen a catty, it would be good to have a bite to eat, how dare Xiao Lao'er eat fine grain?"

Hearing that Doumi asked for seventy or eighty words, Yang Yong was taken aback, turned his head to Lu Mulin and said, "Mulin, this palace ...... Childe remembers that last year's rice price was only ten cents a bucket, didn't he? Isn't that a seven-eightfold increase? ”

"Childe has a good memory, compared with last year, the price of rice has increased more than seven times, that is, in May, the price of rice at that time was only 20 wen a bucket." Lu Mulin replied.

"Why has the price of rice risen so much after just over a month?"

Lu Mulin pointed at the Guangtong Canal, which was close to drying up, and Yang Yong suddenly understood that the sharp rise in rice prices must be the impact of the Guangtong Canal being cut off, and that Lu Yuan was more than several times more than a loss compared to water transportation, and this year, Guanzhong itself had no harvest, and water transportation was cut off, even if there were grain profiteers, they would definitely take the opportunity to hoard and raise grain prices, not to mention that it was simply unrealistic for millions of residents in the capital to rely on land transportation for grain supply.

I didn't expect the matter to be so serious, Yang Yong suddenly felt tasteless, now this fisherman fishes every day, the income is good, and he can only eat mixed bean dregs and rice bran, and some poorer farmers don't know what will happen, if the price of rice continues to rise, how to get it.

Everyone finished eating in a hurry, and finally settled the bill, dozens of catties of fish, and the fisherman only received a hundred Wen, which was just the price of more than a bucket of rice, but Yang Yong asked everyone to give the remaining ten catties of dry food to the fisherman, so that the fisherman could not stop thanking him.

Along the way, everyone slowed down their horses, and it was even more shocking to see, not only the crops on both sides were all drought, but even some decades-old trees were also losing their leaves, half dead.

When returning to the city, Yang Yong deliberately passed by the rice market in Xifang, although it was still daylight, half of the rice shops in the west market were tightly closed, and the remaining rice shops were lined up in a long line, waiting for rice to be sold one by one.

"How's that, how much does rice cost?"

"It's up, it's up, it's already eighty-five Wen a bucket."

"If you don't buy it, can you still afford this rice?" A man angrily walked out of the queue carrying an empty rice bag.

A ridicule came from behind: "It's a poor life who eats chaff, and he still wants to buy rice." ”

"You ......" The man turned around and pointed to the guy in Mi Xing, so angry that he couldn't speak.

The people in the rice shop ignored him, and shouted intermittently: "Sell rice, sell rice, eighty-five meters a bucket, only sell ten stones today, until it is sold out." ”

Hearing that it was only sold for ten stones, the people behind were suddenly anxious: "I want to buy, I want to buy!" "The order of the queue was suddenly chaotic, and it was pushed and pushed for a while.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yong and Lu Mulin looked at each other and smiled bitterly, they didn't expect that when they just came back from outside the city, the price of rice rose again, and the other guards also had straight faces, although they had Lu rice from the court every month, but they also inevitably needed to buy rice at home, the higher the price of rice, the tighter their life became.

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