Before dawn, the family of four living in the shop said goodbye to Luo Shi, and they went home happily with a large bag of grain and rice.

It was another day of soup soup relief, the Liba people carried out the grain and rice from the warehouse, and the stove room began to support the pot, and before the first pot of porridge was moved out, a long queue had formed in the porridge shed.

Everyone is orderly, not in a hurry, holding a bowl and talking and laughing, some people still guess what kind of porridge is cooked today, it smells like barley porridge......

Luo Shi said nostalgically: It doesn't look like a disaster relief, but like a collective commune, when everyone got off work and came to eat a big pot of rice.

After lunch, Niu Changgeng hurriedly came to look for astringency.

"You guessed accurately, a group of farmers came to Xiangyan Village in the east of the city, carrying hoes and scythes, and now they are forcing Ruifeng to open a warehouse to redeem grain!"

Luo Shi nodded, and immediately said: "According to what we said yesterday, you bring someone over to help, and I will go to the prefect's yamen immediately!" ”

"Good!"

Niu Changgeng and her were divided into two heads, one went to Dongcheng and the other went to Beicheng.

Luo Shi invited Yu Youlong, and the two entered Ruifeng Grain Store together from the small door.

When he saw Yu Youlong coming, his face changed sharply, he shrugged up, took his hand and knelt down to cry, and said like a girl:

"Lord Yu, please save me, that person outside is trying to smash my grain store!"

"President Mo, it's not the official who said you, this thing is really what you did not be authentic, you have redeemed all the food stamps of the big family, and you will bully the people without power and power, but once you anger them, even the official can't suppress it."

Yu Youlong had a distressed and helpless expression.

Mo San is an old oil spoon, how can he be bluffed like this, he clenched his fists with both hands, bent down deeply and made a long bow, and said earnestly again and again:

"The small peasants are unarmed, as long as the adults give an order, they will tell the officials to scare and scare, and lock up one or two troublemakers, but the rabble will surely disperse! It's not that I refuse to redeem the grain, it's that this opening must not be opened, and now there is very little grain in the grain store, even if I buy it with silver, I am afraid it won't last long! How dare I exchange food stamps again?"

Luo Shi's face was cold, and she persuaded lightly:

"President Mo is far-sighted, when the food stamps were issued, how could he not know the geometry of the surplus grain in storage, even if he looked at the grain going north, he had to beware of his own eyes, how could others pinch a few words, in order to earn some gold and silver, even the whole family was not allowed to go? To this day, you shouldn't ask the prefect for help, but you have to ask the person who pleaded with him at the beginning, why didn't you hide the news of the grain, and let you become the target of the public, the cannon fodder of the crowd? ”

When Mo San heard this, his face was blue and white for a while, his face tightened, he looked Luo Shi up and down, and said secretly in his heart: What a powerful girl, she knows everything?

Indeed, the excessive issuance of food stamps was the idea of Mrs. Jiang of He Mansion and him! The two of them originally intended to take advantage of the trend of frying grain to make a windfall, but they didn't want the slut to hide the news of the grain accident and wanted to drag him into the water!

Now Ruifeng Grain Store is an empty shelf, and he has no ability to exchange the food stamps for sale, and as the crowd becomes more and more angry, he feels that his death is getting closer and closer.

Yu Youlong saw that Luo Shi sang with a white face, with a tough and aggressive attitude, and when he saw Mo San's expression relaxed, he was obviously entangled in his heart, so he took the opportunity to come out and sing with a red face.

Patting Mo San on the shoulder, Yu Youlong said gently:

"Now you have no way, it's not a good way to be stiff, even if you can survive these few days, once the imperial court's mansion reports to Tongzhou, the hungry people are in chaos, the first thing to smash is your Ruifeng grain store, of course, the prefect of the official Yamen may not be able to stay alone, who is really enjoying it, want to come to your Yemen Qing'er, why bother to fold your own foundation and go to others cheaply?"

Luo Xi saw that Mo San was silent, his eyes were rolling, and he knew that there was a play in the subjugation.

Yu Youlong continued:

"Once you Ruifeng falls, whoever has food in Tongzhou City will be the person in charge, not to mention that you have become a slut lackey, even I, the prefect, will have to pestle the nest, and look up to people to beg her to bulk grain at a low price, such a scene, are you willing to see it?"

Mo San gritted his teeth, smashed his fist into the heart of his hand, and said hatefully:

"Master Yu, I know your intentions, just say what to do, as long as you can keep my Ruifeng brand, I will listen to you!"

"Good!"

Yu Youlong laughed, slapped his palm on the shoulder, glanced at Luo Shi and said:

"Gather all the grain, as the chairman of the grain, and promise the villagers outside that it is a rumor that the grain was robbed, and the boat will be able to arrive at the dock tomorrow, and Ruifeng will open a warehouse to redeem the grain!"

Mo San was taken aback, it was a sure thing that the grain was robbed, wouldn't he die faster if he did this?

But seeing that Yu Youlong was confident, and the pretty woman on the side was also determined, Mo San's words had been spoken, so there was nowhere to regret it.

He can only stare at the hard scalp, and only ask God to bless him and let him survive the catastrophe safely!

Luo Shi came out of the back hall, and happened to meet the shop guy who explained to the troublesome farmer in a dumb voice - it means that the boat will arrive at the wharf, and Ruifeng will definitely redeem the grain at that time.

But everyone didn't believe it, they only shouted and smashed, and they were willing to leave only if they had to redeem it today.

It wasn't until Luo Shi stood up and vouched for Ruifeng that everyone's anger calmed down little by little.

Everyone didn't recognize Mo San, but they had all heard the name of Luo Shi, this is the only female Bodhisattva in Tongzhou City who relieved the porridge, and the Xiaobao family in the village praised her as a good person in the sky and no on the earth.

Make an appointment to come to the dock tomorrow to redeem the grain, if you break your promise, you will burn Ruifeng!

When the farmers and villagers dispersed, the news spread in Tongzhou City. Everyone cheered and cried with joy, and they all looked through the food stamps they had saved, planning to go to the dock tomorrow to line up.

Standing in front of the door of Ruifeng Grain Store, Luo Shi looked up at the sunset in the west, and her heartstrings were tightened-

One more day, Uncle Night, will you be able to come back in time?

*

The next day, the pier was foggy.

It is difficult to see on the gray surface of the river, and when you look at it from a distance, you can only see it about ten zhang away, and you don't know if the fog can recede at noon.

Dressed in an apricot cardigan skirt and satin hibiscus uppers, she entrusted the affairs of the porridge shed to Niu Changgeng and walked from Nantou Street to the dock.

She saw that the wharf was already crowded with hungry people, bustling and crowded, and everyone was crowding around the door of the wharf warehouse, waiting for Ruifeng Grain to come out to redeem the grain.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ruifeng's Mo San finally came, he opened the copper lock of the warehouse late, and the guy moved out a long case, and put on a posture of accounting and counting grain-

The crowd involuntarily rushed forward, and everyone probed their brains, refusing to let themselves be one step behind, for fear that they would suffer a loss if they were late.

After a while, the prefect's yamen arrived, and they received Yu Youlong's arrows and came to the dock to protect the safety of Ruifeng's grain - the yacha drew their cold knives one after another, and loudly ordered the hungry people to line up to strictly prevent small bandits and ruffians from making trouble, taking advantage of the chaos to beg and plunder.

At this time, Yu Youlong and Mo San boarded the high platform of the dock at the same time, and he shouted to the people below:

"During this time, I don't know where the rumors started! is full of nonsense, and he was stunned to curse the Huguang Cao boat, so that the price of this grain market is rising to the sky! Did you see it with your own eyes? Or did you see the imperial court's mansion report? Listening to the wind is the rain, and now this market is made by yourself! Stir-fry, fry your grandma's food stamps, fry yourself into a sticky sparrow, you deserve it! ”

Yu Youlong didn't play an official tone, but used local dialect to scold everyone fiercely, straight to people's hearts.

Mo San was a little embarrassed, and as soon as he called, he seemed to have scolded him too, but he could only laugh at this time.

"My lord, the little people know that they are wrong, they really can't eat and panic, if the grain ship really can't reach Tongzhou, what can our little boss's surname be!" Those who are bold below answer loudly.

"Fart, who said the grain ship can't arrive? It's here today! Now immediately open a warehouse to redeem grain, how much to redeem, villagers can rest assured, the price of this grain will drop immediately! ”

After that, Yu Youlong gave Mo San an elbow, Mo San cried with a sad face, and he really had no bottom in his heart, but he drove the duck to the shelf, so he had to wave his hand:

"Come on, open a position! Redeem the grain! ”

……

Compared with the heat in front, the tea shed at the back of the warehouse seems very cold.

But this is just a façade, and the restless Luo is constantly astringent, so she can only rely on pouring tea cups and forcing herself to calm down—now she has no other way but to wait.

It is up to people to plan things, but it is up to heaven to make things happen.

Yu Youlong pulled Mo San to drink tea, and there were abacus and account books on the table, which recorded the surplus grain in the warehouse and the current grain prices on the market.

From three-two-three to three-two-one, food prices began to fall!

"Luo Shi, how long do you say Jiang can endure it?" Yu Youlong touched his chin and looked thoughtful.

"Just coax the hungry people about the boat, Jiang's heart is clear, she knows that it is your plan and mine, how can she be willing to give in easily, she will stand up and not say anything, and even come to add to the fire!"

Luo Shi smiled bitterly, she had seen the treachery of that woman many times.

"She still has food stamps in her place?"

Mo San asked in surprise, for fear that a bunch of tickets would be thrown from He Fu, and there would be no amount of surplus food to be exchanged.

Luo Shi shook her head: "No, her food stamps have already been sold, unless she is willing to spend real money to buy grain and force you to fall empty"

Yu Youlong's face sank, obviously feeling that this possibility was very high, and answered:

"If I were her, I would wait for the price of food to drop a little more before making a move, such as when I was twenty-two-nine! Not only will she save costs for herself, but she will not let the price of food go too low and ruin the business she has hoarded."

At this time, a yacha came running with a knife at his waist and soap boots, and he gasped and said:

"My lord! The price of food has reached three taels! But when the people of Hefu come to buy grain, they will cost 5,000 stone for one mouth! ”

Luo Shi instantly stood up from the horse, and exclaimed in his heart: Jiang, you are so generous!