In the past, the streets would be very calm at noon, not only because of the cold weather, but also because it was lunch time, and everyone went home for lunch. But today is different, everyone crowds into the street to talk about rice, and some people are even so happy that they take dry food to the street to eat and talk to people.

This is a lively scene that everyone has never seen before, whether it is the streets or alleys, it is crowded with people. Everyone chatted with relish, and those who didn't know thought that someone was giving them rice for free.

The place with the most people is the tea shop, and many people gathered around the door of the tea shop and asked: "Shopkeeper, is it true that we have rice in the troubled city?" ”

"This is true, and there can be no mistake." The storyteller has replied no less than a hundred times.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the tea shop.

Someone said excitedly: "It's the old city lord, it's the old city lord who is here." ”

Mr. Storyteller looked stunned, thinking of Hua Sitong's explanation, so he had to bite the bullet to greet Ji Mingxian: "Old city lord, why are you here?" ”

Ji Mingxian smiled gently, and asked bluntly in a joking tone: "You have news of rice here, how can I, the person who is the city lord, not come to inquire about the truth of the matter?" ”

"It's true, it's just ......" Mr. Storyteller looked at the people around him, and looked embarrassed.

Ji Mingxian saw that he didn't want to talk about this in front of too many people, and asked, "Do you have a separate room here?" ”

"Yes, please come with me." The storyteller invited him into the room in the backyard, and said frankly: "Old city lord, I won't tell you anything, the person who asked me to spread this news has told me that those who want to inquire about the news need to pay me 10,000 taels to sell the news to the other party." ”

Ji Mingxian raised his eyebrows: "That is to say, whoever gives you 10,000 taels will pass the news to whomever it is." ”

"Yes. There is also the fact that the person who buys the news must not pass the news on to others, otherwise the seeds will not be bought. ”

Ji Mingxian nodded: "Then can I buy out the news?" ”

The storyteller shook his head: "That man has a lot of rice seeds in his hand, and the old city lord is afraid that he will not be able to buy all the seeds." ”

Since there are enough seeds, Ji Mingxian is not afraid that the news will spread and he will not be able to buy seeds.

He took out 10,000 taels of silver tickets and gave them to the storyteller.

When the storyteller went to pick up the silver ticket, his hand couldn't help shaking.

He never dreamed that one day he would see ten thousand taels of silver tickets, and it was a silver ticket that belonged to him, which was the most money he had seen in his life.

After the storyteller accepted the silver ticket, he suppressed his excitement and said, "Tonight, the people who have spread the news will hold an auction in my tea shop, and the old city lord is welcome to come and participate in it." ”

"When?" Ji Mingxian was slightly stunned: "It's so late? ”

"Yes."

Ji Mingxian nodded, turned and left the room.

Soon after he left, the wealthy merchants of the Northern Regions also came to inquire about the news.

In just one afternoon, the storyteller received 700,000 or 800,000 taels of silver tickets, and his heart trembled with joy.

Hundreds of thousands of taels of silver tickets are enough for him to lie down and eat for a lifetime.

In the middle of the night, the lights of thousands of homes have long been extinguished, and only the tea shop is still lit by candles.

The people who got the exact news from the storyteller rushed to the tea shop before the time came, and saw that they were all old acquaintances, and everyone was making fun of each other.

"Chen Dafu, you don't have a spirit master at home, why are you here to join in the fun?"

Chen Dafu rolled his eyes at the person who was talking to him: "Old man Su, don't you have a spirit master at home, why don't you also come to join in the fun." ”

Old man Su said, "I'm just coming to see, not buying." ”

It's strange that Chen Dafu believes him.

"Look, the little cat lady and the old city lord are also here."

Everyone saw Que Yuyan and Ji Mingxian walking into the tea shop before and after, and they tacitly agreed to make a way for them to come in, and gave them the front seat to sit.

When the storyteller saw that the people were almost there, he hurriedly served them tea, and then walked to the storyteller's bookcase and said, "Before the auction begins, please try the rice grown by the auctioneers with rice seeds." ”

Someone asked, "Isn't it toxic?" ”

The storyteller assured everyone: "This is the rice I cooked myself, it is absolutely not poisonous, if you are not at ease, you can let your horses eat a grain of rice to see if it is poisonous, or use a silver needle to test for poison." ”

No one retorted again.

The storyteller brought out a small bowl from the backyard with a small rice ball in it, and in order to make everyone believe his words, he first gave a grain of rice to the horse outside the tea shop, and then distributed the rice to everyone.

After everyone swallowed it, they found that their originally hungry stomachs immediately felt full.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, and some thought they were delusional.

Que Yuyan was surprised: "After I ate a grain of rice, I actually felt full. ”

Others came back to their senses and said that they felt the same way.

"Me too, I don't even feel hungry."

"I'm not hungry anymore, I just thought it was my own delusion, and the rice is amazing."

If a grain of rice could feed people, then everyone would not have to go hungry, and everyone would be fed.

Of course, the premise is that you can grow a lot of rice.

Someone asked the storyteller, "Shopkeeper, is this really rice cooked from the seeds that were auctioned tonight?" ”

"When you see it, you'll know if what I'm saying is true or not." The storyteller went back to the backyard, and soon came out again, holding a small bowl of rice seeds, each of which was very full, and each seed glowed with a faint white light.

He took out one of the seeds and said to everyone, "This is the seed that everyone is going to buy." ”

The shape of the seed in his hand is different from the shape of the seed given by "Chengshenlu", but it also glows white.

Everyone was amazed: "This is the seed of rice?" ”

It was the first time they had seen a glowing seed.

"Yes." Mr. Storyteller put down the seeds: "Before the auction, I need to tell you that since the seeds are different from other seeds, you need a level 7 or 8 spirit planter to grow rice in two seeds. ”

The requirement of "Seventh and Eighth Grade Soul Planters ......" made many people retreat.

There are not many spirit masters, even fewer spirit planters, and even fewer spirit masters who can reach level seven or eight, after they buy rice, who will they find to plant for them?

Someone asked curiously, "Dare to ask what is the reserve price of such a miraculous seed?" ”

The storyteller smiled: "Ten million taels of seeds." ”

Everyone: "......"

This is the first time I have seen such an expensive seed.