The price of rice in Fenghua City has become more expensive. Many people who have run out of grain have run out of food in their homes, and they can't open the pot. Some elderly empty nesters starved to death and froze to death at home.

Originally, there was no channel to report these things, and it was Madame Hua who had ordered Yan Lu to arrange for them to be reported to the centurions in various parts of the city.

This news caused the entire Huayu Taiwanese military generals to fall into a collective silence.

"Open the warehouse and put the grain. Mrs. Hua ordered.

"Yes. Yan Lu heard about it and immediately went to execute it.

Previously, Hua Nuan'er stored seventy percent of the grain received from the granary in the city every year for natural disasters such as famine, and gave two components to the wealthy merchants in Fenghua City, which would maintain their health and expand their operations, and leave one percent of the daily dispatch and operation expenses in the city.

Now is the time to open seventy percent of the grain in this granary for emergency, but I don't know how long it will last.

At the same time, a group of remnants of Great Salt, about 5,000 people, found Mrs. Hua, that is, the princess of their Great Salt Country.

Among this group of people, there was a leader called Chu Ju, who sent a message and gathered these remnants.

These remnants were originally scattered in various countries, but now they gathered and poured together at the foot of Qixia Mountain outside Fenghua City. At present, it is the only place where the wind and the sun are beautiful, and these people who have come there are just right to recuperate.

The warden outside the city passed the document handed over by Chu Ju to Hua Yutai, and Mrs. Hua read the document before she knew that it was the remnant of Great Salt. Hua Nuan'er's heart was in turmoil, she didn't know what the intentions of these relics were, just in time for the eventful autumn in the city, which made her heart more and more troubled.

Thinking of the remnants of Da Yan, Hua Nuan'er suddenly remembered that when her father Wang Huahan was alive before, he told her a story about the connection between the price of rice and the war. When there are natural disasters and wars, the price of rice continues to change with the turmoil. The more frequent the wars and the more severe the natural disasters, the higher the price of rice. On the contrary, the price of rice will be more flat and close to the people.

Great salt, Father, it has all returned to dust and dust to earth with time. Famine, war, natural and man-made disasters still exist and have always existed.

After Mrs. Hua and Mo Banbrown came back from Ye Xing's Zhaoxing Pavilion, they became teenagers and girls. The two of them turned back to fifteen or sixteen years old.

If it weren't for the token of the city lord, as well as the support of Yan Lu and Liu Jun and others, these people in Hua Yutai would not dare to recognize their girl-like Hua Nuan'er Hua City Lord. Mrs. Hua turned out to be an old woman with gray hair.

But the people of Huayutai didn't dare to figure out the reason without permission, everyone already knew that the Fenghua City Lord was a person with a secret background, where did they dare to talk about it.

It's just that everything is the same as before, and Hua Yutai is still on the same page, except that the city lord has changed from an old woman to a cardamom girl.

The side business in the hands of Mrs. Hua before, the lucky weaving house in Fenghua City, was handed over to Qiao Fan to take care of, Qiao Fan sent someone to Huayutai to report after three or five days, and sometimes, Qiao Fan came to Huayutai by himself.

It's just that the problem is still the same, there is no improvement, and the cloth in the store is still seriously insufficient. The goods can't come in and can't be shipped. Qiao Fan's mentality collapsed a little, Mrs. Hua looked at the things of the weaving house very lightly, after all, the weight of her affairs here, the weight of the piles and piles was heavier than the weight of the weaving house.

Qiao Fan, this little girl, came over, and the biggest use was just to relax with Mrs. Hua and chatter.

When I got up this morning, when I came back from Hua Yutai, Qiao Fan was stimulated, Mrs. Hua turned from an old woman to a young girl again, almost the same age as herself, and looked more charming and charming than herself. Qiao Fan looked in the mirror, looked at the sideburns and nose, and looked at the corners of the eyes and chin, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that Mrs. Hua was more beautiful than himself, and suddenly found that he was already haggard after working for the weaving house for more than a month, and his heart was up and down, and he was sad and unsettled.

After all, the little girl is young and fluffy, and the problem of appearance is also a burden.

There is a junior apprentice named Aosurui in the lucky weaving house, who works diligently from morning to night. He counted every piece of cloth, and he was very attentive and focused, and never missed a single mistake.

He came to the Lucky Weaving House earlier than Qiao Fan, the shopkeeper, and although he was a lowly and humble junior apprentice, he repeated the things in his hand every day, and he never paddled in the water. He is also easy to ask, and follows the shopkeeper Zhou back and forth every day, asking questions from east to west. No matter how big or small things are, he is willing to learn, and Zhou's shopkeeper is also willing to teach.

He came to the Lucky Weaving House when he was about eleven or twelve years old, and since then, he has been apprenticed every day with the shopkeeper of Zhou. He started out as a handyman, but now at the age of fifteen, he is in charge of counting many of the tools and counters in the store. Those who are already buddies are not necessarily better than his apprentice.

Shopkeeper Zhou said that in two years, he will be able to become a buddy, and at that time, he can also comb his adult hair in a bun, and he is still an unkempt boy at this time.

Qiao Fan noticed that he was holding the account book and counting the cloth, which was always different from others, he stood there, as if there was nothing beside him, and there was only the cloth and the account book in his heart, and he naturally became a person who would never make a mistake. Any shopkeeper would be inexplicably relieved to see such an apprentice.

Hua Yutai received another document that evening. Because of the rising price of rice in the city, the widows of the whole city formed an organization called Peel Zhai, and the leader of Peel Zhai was a widow named "Wu De". She led all the widows and orphans in Fenghua City to sign a book of 10,000 people, which was a long scroll spread out for more than ten meters.

The scroll proclaims that the tearful plea should be deactivated and that the widows should be allowed to thresher the rice again in order to make a living.

After reading it, Mrs. Hua fell into deep thought. This grain peeling machine was developed by Mrs. Hua earlier, and she didn't expect that there would be this layer of collateral results. Now that I think about it, although it is said that the efficiency of grain stripping is 100 times faster, the cost is reduced. It really took the place of widows, stifled their livelihood, and left them with nowhere to make a living.

If their prophecy is permitted, it is fine. It's just that those water-powered grain strippers, if they are ordered to be stopped, the price of rice on the market will be high, I don't know if the seventy percent of the stock stored in the Huayutai officials over the years is not enough for the people to survive these days, if the officials put less grain and the price of grain on the market is high, isn't it equivalent to choking the throat of the people and forcing them to death?

Mo Ban Brown on the side, quietly fiddling with the clay sculptures in his hand, three or five have been molded in half a day, Hua Nuan'er saw that these clay sculptures are light and concise, some are just a half-arc tooth, some are just a square, and some are just a line...... It doesn't look like a general complex portrait clay sculpture, carved beam painting bench, and I am not surprised.

"Who are you imitating here, where did you get your inspiration?" Hua Nuan'er asked Mo Ban Brown, just as she took a break from the heavy work to catch her breath.

"In the early years, I was passing through Rachel Country and came across Bran Kuxu of Rachel Country. He is a person who loves to study these abstract sculptures, and when I look at these sculptures, although they are simply summarized, they seem to have a soul, and they have deleted a lot of unimportant information, and I was immediately inspired. At that time, I decided to squat in Rachel Country, and I studied with him for a year and a half, and then I traveled around the world, and in my spare time, I loved to do it, this clay sculpture is a thing in another dimension, and when you are scrutinizing, there are many things that can come up with clues from another dimension. Many things that can't be solved can be solved. Mo Banbrown put the average mud balls in the space where the clay sculpture should be, and encouraged Hua Nuan'er to say, "If you don't believe it, you can try it too." ”

"Well, your idea is not bad, if only the things in this city could be like this clay sculpture and delete a lot of unimportant information. Hua Nuan'er sighed and said.

"Sigh, little girl, come on, come on, do it, put those official duties on hold first. Mo Ban Brown smeared Hua Nuan'er's hands with mud, and looked at the City Lord's wife's hands as sloppy as your ordinary child, Mo Half Brown laughed and squinted. The appearance of the god sample was exactly the same as when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

Hua Nuan'er's hands are now full of mud, so she doesn't care about letting go and playing.

Chapter 53 Ao-Tsuruga, Peeling Seeds, Bran Bitter Ending