Two days passed in a flash, and a strange thing happened in Taiyuan City.

The price of potatoes, which are used as winter grain storage, suddenly soared, and as a result, other grains also rose slightly.

Listening to Wang Zhenzhen, who returned from grocery shopping, complained, Xu San put down the newspaper in his hand, "The price increase is normal, isn't this going to be winter?" ”

"But this is food! I don't know how many people can't survive this winter. Wang Zhenzhen said with a little resentment, "I want to write a report to denounce these profiteers." ”

Xu San put down the newspaper and said softly, "It's better to serialize a few short stories for a few days, I have read a few articles that are about the stories of ancient Chinese disaster relief officials and local grain merchants." When the time comes, you can use it as a reference when you write, um."

Xu San pondered for a moment, "You can gather some of the contents of Capital to write." ”

"Das Kapital? I haven't finished that book yet, and I can't understand a lot of things. ”

"It's okay, I don't understand much, we can communicate with each other when we write."

"Teacher, you are too polite, how can there be anything you don't understand." Wang Zhenzhen said and walked into the kitchen with the dishes, "I'll cook today." ”

The small days are still full of warmth, and Xu San knows the reason for the price increase.

The best effect of making culture medium is a kind of potato from Shandong, and the water supply unit will of course purchase a large amount in order to cultivate enough portion.

Although they didn't buy much, the profiteers didn't think so, so they took the opportunity to raise the price.

Now Wang Zhenzhen's article has some weight in Taiyuan City, and its popularity is not small, although the bad reviews are greater than the praise, but it is also a small celebrity in Taiyuan, and many people are scolding and waiting to watch, fortunately, the "Evening News" protects Wang Zhenzhen very well, otherwise this rotten egg and rotten persimmon and other things are estimated to be thrown into their homes.

Today's dinner is Chinese-style, vinegared shredded potatoes, sharp pepper bean skin meat, mustard vermicelli miso soup, in order to make up the number, Xu San specially made a dessert three non-sticky.

are all relatively light dishes, especially the three non-sticks, and the two girls are very satisfied.

The three of them sat around the Eight Immortals table together, and Xu San told Wang Zhenzhen about the methods of controlling grain prices that were commonly used in online articles.

In later generations, it was a bad episode, but the two girls were fascinated by it, and they were always worried about the protagonist in the story.

When the price of grain was finally stabilized and the people were allowed to buy affordable grain, the two girls finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mi Yazi spit out the turbidity in her heart and said, "What a wonderful story, is there really such a powerful person in the history of Huaxia?" ”

"There should be, maybe the real history is more thrilling than the story. Cutting off people's money is like killing their parents, these profiteers are in a hurry, but they can do everything, at least in the stories I tell don't have dirty methods such as assassination. Xu San said after drinking the Fugen in the cup.

"I already have a draft." Wang Zhenzhen put down the dishes and chopsticks and said with a wicked smile.

"Tell me about it." Xu San also looked at Wang Zhenzhen with a smile.

"You guys talk slowly, I'll clean up the dishes and chopsticks!" Miako also said with a smile.

"I'm here." Wang Zhenzhen got up and began to clean up.

"No, it's important for you to get down to business. I really envy you for having your own career as a woman. ”

"Master, you can too, when your Yanagi family's dojo opens, won't you also have your own business?"

Mi Yazi smiled and didn't answer, the dojo of the Liu Sheng family is the Liu Sheng family, and it has little to do with her, she is envious that Wang Zhenzhen can make her own decisions and break out of the world for herself.

After giving in for a while, Wang Zhenzhen still sat down and told Xu San the outline of her story.

It's not bad, now Wang Zhenzhen is already very eye-catching, and it is estimated that people will scold him again when the story is written, but this time it should be those grain merchants who took the opportunity to raise prices.

Xu San picked his teeth with a toothpick, and then said, "Change the story setting to the early years of the Republic of China, when it was turbulent and the background of the times is more appropriate." ”

Wang Zhenzhen nodded and continued to ask, "The protagonist of the story is surnamed Jiang, the heroine is surnamed Song, and the villain is surnamed Kong." ”

Xu San's proposal made Wang Zhenzhen fall into a short thought, and then spoke again, "According to your name, there is still one less surnamed Chen?" ”

"It's a good idea."

"Teacher, do you have any intentions here?" Wang Zhenzhen asked.

"Didn't I say there should be a sense of substitution? With the help of these surnames, profiteers can feel more immersed, and it is also easy for them to make up for themselves. ”

Jiang Song, Kong, and Chen were the four major families of this period, and it can be said that these families basically controlled the lifeblood of China.

Xu San's stringing these surnames into the story can be regarded as tentative.

It is too far away to be an enemy-occupied area, and it is a Japanese area, which is safer than the national control area, not to mention that Wang Zhenzhen's Japanese-style pen name will also provide him with some protective colors.

This time, let Wang Zhenzhen write about grain prices, write about their means of controlling grain prices, and write about the corresponding means, he has another purpose.

In the Great Famine of '42, millions of people died.

said that this famine had nothing to do with them, and Xu San didn't believe it when he was killed, so Xu San gave these profiteers a preventive shot in advance.

Drinking the tea made by Miazi, recalling the plot of "1942", telling the tragic situation of starvation.

As he spoke, Xu San heard Miazi's slight sobs.

"Crying for what?" Xu San asked.

"It's so miserable, I've always been protected by my family, and I didn't know that there was such a miserable situation in the world." Miako wiped her tears and said.

"It's miserable, but isn't there still our great locust army involved?"

"Is there any locust army involved in this story?" Wang Zhenzhen asked curiously.

"To write or not, you decide. But according to the level of disaster I just described, the military department will definitely take action. ”

"Why, Wang Zhenzhen is very curious." With the growth of what she has seen and heard, she is no longer a simple Japanese element, at least now she can distinguish between good and evil, so Xu San said that the military department made a move, and she was the first to express her doubts.

"Stable! In fact, our military department at some times wanted the stability of the situation more than the Chinese government. And the large number of victims is the most unstable factor, so I say that the military department will definitely intervene. ”

Wang Zhenzhen thought for a while and said, "I understand! People are so hungry that they don't want any courtesy, righteousness, and shame. So what should they get after the military department makes a move? ”

"Fame! A good name! With this good reputation, you will be able to gain a firm foothold on the battlefield of public opinion warfare. Xu San said solemnly, "But your story is set in the early years of the Republic of China, don't write too much about the role of this locust army, just brush it off, and then spend a little pen and ink to write about the people's aspirations." (End of chapter)