The salary for joining the army is already a very high income.

But now the money is only enough for three buckets of wheat noodles, and the price of this grain is too terrifying.

Take the current family as an example, at most, it is only 300 yuan a month, which is only enough to buy a bucket of wheat noodles.

This is the real profiteer!

Yang Zhi felt that this was the real robbery, compared to these people, he suddenly felt that he was really kind.

"How much food do we have?"

This is what Yang Zhi is most worried about, now he is not alone, there are dozens of people on the first floor and in the family in the world, so many people are counting on him to feed him.

"It's not much, but if you give porridge, it can only last for half a month at most."

Wu Qianqian is in charge of the accounts, how much food and how much silver she uses every day.

"Half a month!"

Yang Zhi didn't know the bottom in his heart, so he gave Lao Feng an idea, but he didn't know if he could do it within half a month.

According to the current situation, the first floor of the world can not cancel the soup kitchen, so many refugees can't eat, a day or two is fine, but after a long time, I don't know how many people will die.

Yang Zhi couldn't do such a thing.

"Regardless of these, the soup kitchen must not stop, and starting tomorrow, let them prepare steamed buns."

Yang Zhi watched it today, although he said that the soup porridge could also make these homeless people survive, but the porridge was not enough.

"I'll figure out the rest, you don't have to worry!"

Yang Zhi has a lot of historical research materials in his mind, and he also knows how many people will die in the face of such a disaster, and of course, there are many ways to deal with it.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, and these homeless people can walk thousands of miles alive, and in the case of survival of the fittest, they are basically sound people.

That is, these displaced people are actually the best labor force.

Originally, Yang Zhi wanted to ask Feng Jingwen to arrange some people there, and the brewery needed a lot of workers, but after asking, he learned that Feng Jingwen had already accepted hundreds of refugees in the past few days.

For tens of thousands of displaced people, these hundreds of people are simply inconspicuous.

So in the next two days, Yang Zhi took people around Songzhou City a few times, and when he saw that there were still displaced people coming intermittently at the city gate, Yang Zhi understood that he had to hurry up.

The magnates in the city fried the grain to a sky-high price, and Yang Zhi would not be polite to them, so the price of the first floor in the world also increased.

Not only the first floor of the world, but also the price of immortal drunkenness, the immortal drunk that could be bought for a hundred taels of silver in the past now requires three hundred taels of jars just to buy from the Feng family's store.

The magnates of Songzhou City are used to getting drunk with immortals, and they are used to eating the food on the first floor of the world, even if it is expensive, they can only endure it.

Yang Zhi was still very happy to be able to peel off a layer of skin from them.

In addition, the first floor of the world not only soup kitchen, but also steamed buns, has been unanimously recognized by the homeless.

Now who doesn't know that Wu Qianqian, who is on the first floor of the world, is called the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva by the homeless people.

The wool is out of the sheep, and Yang Zhi can be regarded as a bad breath.

And on the fourth day of going out of the city, Yang Zhi finally found the place he was looking for.

After some inquiry, Yang Zhi also figured out whose territory he fancied this place belonged to.

Outside Songzhou City, hundreds of acres of land, plus two hills, all belong to a powerful person in Songzhou City.

It is said that it was given to this powerful ancestor by Emperor Taizu of the Dasheng Dynasty at the beginning, loyal and brave.

An earl, hereditary and without real power.

But in this era, it is also a noble, not an ordinary noble, and the land outside the city is the fief of this earl.

You must know the title of Zhongyongbo, generally speaking, even if it is a great merit, you may not be able to get this title, and I don't know how the ancestor of Zhongyongbo can get this title now.

What Yang Zhi didn't expect was that this generation of Uncle Zhongyong turned out to be an old man who was nearly sixty years old, and the most important thing was that he had no heirs, that is to say, the title of Uncle Zhongyong was the end of his generation.

Yang Zhi asked Uncle Chen to prepare a gift and personally went to the Zhongyong Uncle's Mansion in Songzhou City.

This was also the first time that Yang Zhi took the initiative to contact the powerful people in Songzhou City.

The subordinates of the Earl's Mansion took Yang Zhi's greetings, and then glanced at Yang Zhi, and they didn't blame him, Yang Zhi was in Songzhou City, and he was a man of the hour.

Not long after, the subordinates of the Zhongyong Bo Mansion took Yang Zhi into the mansion.

When Yang Zhi saw this loyal and brave uncle, he was fishing in the lake in his homeland, and he seemed to be in good spirits.

Yang Zhi didn't bother him, but stood on the side, and just like that, almost an hour later, he put away the fishing rod.

"You are Yang Zhi?"

The old man turned his head slowly, unable to tell what he meant.

If it were someone else, where would Yang Zhi wait so long, but for an old man, Yang Zhi still didn't have so much resentment in his heart.

"Boy Yang Zhi, I've seen Uncle Zhongyong!"

Uncle Zhong Yong glanced at Yang Zhi: "Feng Zhongyao also said that you don't understand the rules, but you are quite polite to me, an old guy." ”

"Why, I made you stand for an hour, and you weren't angry?"

Yang Zhi heard him talk about Feng Zhongyao, and he could see that they should be very familiar.

Think about it, one of them is the history of Songzhou Thorn, and the other is Zhongyongbo, and they must be in contact with each other.

"Honestly?"

Uncle Zhong Yong nodded and said, "Of course, are you still going to lie to me?" ”

"That's good!"

Yang Zhi didn't wait for him to speak, just sat down on the side, and then beat his leg and said: "It's just that your leg is a little sore, in my eyes, you are not a loyal and brave uncle, but an old man." ”

Yang Zhi spoke to him in such a relaxed tone, which surprised Uncle Zhongyong.

"An old man!"

Zhong Yongbo smiled: "You are really different, everyone who comes to me, they are afraid of me, either cautious or timid, only you treat me as an old man." ”

Yang Zhi also smiled and said softly: "They approached you because your identity can help them, and I don't ask you for help." ”

"Hahaha... Cough! ”

Zhongyong Bo laughed, but after laughing a few times, he couldn't help coughing again.

"Are you sick?"

Yang Zhi is a master, and he can feel that there is something wrong with Zhong Yongbo's body.

"I'm old!"

Uncle Zhong Yong said lightly: "People, they will always get old, they will always die, and I am also an ordinary person." ”

Yang Zhi suddenly felt that this was an old man in the twilight of a hero, when he was young, he may have had ideals and ambitions, but now, in addition to being a loyal and brave uncle, enjoying glory and wealth, what does he have?

"Let's talk about it, since you don't ask me to do something, what are you doing when you come to see me, isn't it to chat with me, an old man!"

Uncle Zhong Yong looked at Yang Zhi with a smile, as if he wanted to see him through.

"I want to buy your family's ancestral property."