Qin Zheng nodded in response, "Understood!"

With that, he immediately walked out.

"What do you think, old man?"

As soon as Qin Zheng left, Qin Fan set his eyes on the old man who was sitting on the other side drinking tea.

The old man was dressed modestly, with a slightly thin figure and sunken cheeks.

His eyes were sunken deeply, and his hands were full of calluses, as if he had been working a lot.

Hearing Qin Fan's question at this time, he raised his head and glanced at the young man, but did not speak.

After a few moments, he slowly spoke, "I trust your judgment, don't worry about what I'm going to say, especially now that the situation doesn't allow me to talk nonsense."

"Thank you!"

Qin Fan arched his hand, moved by the old man's trust, and he hurriedly continued.

"I'm going to transport a batch of supplies from Kyoto this time, if I'm not mistaken, there are thousands of catties of rice, corn and potatoes in the granary of my hometown, right?"

"I hope that with the help of these thousands of tons of food, the price of food can be raised as soon as possible."

The old man nodded, and muttered, "I agree with this matter, whether it is for the sake of the imperial court or for you personally, we must fight back as soon as possible."

"But are you sure it works? After all, you picked the food yourself, and you don't know how to farm."

Although the old man didn't doubt what Qin Fan meant, he couldn't help but ask a new question.

Qin Fan smiled and replied without hesitation, "I don't know if this method will work or not, but at least doing so can reduce the current food pressure."

"In addition, the supply of grain and grass in our Datang is relatively sufficient every year, so there is no such problem as famine for the time being."

"But if we don't fight back soon, then this disaster will be our ultimate fate!"

"I understand this!" The old man nodded solemnly, and then continued.

"In that case, then I'll go and inform the villages and villages, and let them help store food."

Qin Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, he finally completed the task of coming to Chang'an this time.

"Old man, go slowly!" He said a few polite words.

The old man smiled too, then got up and walked out.

Qin Zheng was very fast, and in the afternoon, he took a few carriages to drive piles of grain to the villages and villages.

And Qin Fan also took the remaining grain and came to a village near the county seat.

This village is called Wannian Village, and it is the grain depot of the entire Wannian County, which stores more than half of the grain in Wannian County.

As soon as Qin Fan arrived in the village, he met many acquaintances along the way.

Whether they know each other or not, they greeted him warmly and were very friendly.

This flattered him, and he thought to himself: Is there any other benefit to coming to Wannian County this time?

We chatted all the way, and after a while he came to the door of a house.

The house is very dilapidated and shows the history of the life in which it was once inhabited.

"Qin County Order, welcome, welcome!"

Pushing open the wooden door, Qin Fan walked into a courtyard house.

saw an old woman in plain clothes cleaning the courtyard with a broom, and she saw Qin Fan immediately put down the broom, and her face was happy.

Qin Fan also showed a smile and said, "Aunt Zhao, I'm here to disturb this time, don't blame me."

"Where, Qin County ordered you to come, it's too late to be happy, come in and sit, I'll go prepare the meal."

"Don't worry, I'm here to ask you for help this time!"

Qin Fan stopped the old woman, then put the grain he brought over on the table, pointed to the grain and said to the old woman.

"Aunt Zhao, I specially brought 5,000 catties of grain this time."

"I hope you can help me store them so I can trade this grain for something else!"

Aunt Zhao was stunned, looking at the big bag of grain on the table, she swallowed her saliva and shook it hard

Shaking his head, he said.

"Qin County Order, are you kidding? How can you get so much food?"

"Don't worry!" Qin Fan smiled slightly, "As long as I want to do it, I will definitely be able to do it."

He didn't tell the other party that this batch of grain was more than 5,000 catties.

But he knew that the other party didn't care about this, as long as he was willing to sell food, everything else would not be a problem.

"Okay, in that case, I'll go and store food now!" The old woman gritted her teeth and agreed.

Whether it was for the price of food, or for the backing behind Qin Fan, she didn't dare to refuse the young people.

Qin Fan smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry to trouble Aunt Zhao."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Then the old woman left the food in the kitchen and hurried away.

And Qin Fan took this opportunity to take a closer look at this small village.

The village is not large, with only about seventy or eighty households.

And most of them here are young and strong, and old and young women and children are rare.

It seems that this is a typical agricultural village.

The houses here are very old, and even some of the roofs have lost paint, but Qin Fan still doesn't have any dislike. Chinese Net

Because this is the granary of Wannian County and the distribution center of grain, Qin Fan will put the grain here.

"It seems that I came quite coincidentally, this place is only a few dozen miles away from Chang'an, and the fields here belong to the government, and there is no such problem as stealing."

"Then I'll be relieved!"

Qin Fan muttered, and then he went back to his residence to rest, patiently waiting for the food to arrive.

By this time it was getting dark.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on Qin Fan's windowsill, reflecting his handsome side face.

Soon after, a faint scent reached the tip of the nose.

Qin Fan opened his eyes and saw a bowl of hot porridge brought to the head of the bed, with a few steamed buns and a few plates of pickles next to it.

"Eat, Qin County Order!" Aunt Zhao handed the chopsticks to Qin Fan's mouth.

Qin Fan was not pretentious, and opened his mouth to hold the chopsticks.

The porridge was very hot, but Qin Fan swallowed it with relish, and then picked up a meat bun and put it in his mouth.

"Aunt Zhao, thank you for dinner."

"Nothing." Aunt Zhao smiled slightly and changed the subject.

"Qin County Order, why did you suddenly come to my house today? Your village chief has been waiting for you to come."

"Huh." Qin Fan chuckled lightly and explained, "I followed the caravan to Nanyang County this afternoon, and this time I brought back a few truckloads of grain."

Aunt Zhao's eyes suddenly widened, and she asked in disbelief, "How many cars?" You brought so much food?"

"Well, there are three cars, but I guess that's enough." Qin Fan frowned and said, his expression serious.

"How is this possible?" Aunt Zhao said in disbelief: "The grain production in our Wannian County is not high, and according to this scale, it can at least maintain the demand for half a month."

Qin Fan sighed and said, "Aunt Zhao doesn't know, you know the situation in our Wannian County."