Chapter 254: Prince Xufeng is very tired

Maizi and Ximei didn't know that the content of their daughter-in-law's writing was very "businesslike", but they just saw that her brows were tightly knit, and she worked hard to write for a while, stopped thinking for a while, and then picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Maizi whispered, "It's nothing more than a woman writing love poems to a man."

Ximei nodded, and earnestly: "It's a pity that I have only learned calligraphy, and I am far from being able to help my son-in-law write poems."

Maizi knows Ximei's "so ambitious" temperament very well, and she just laughs when she hears the words, and she doesn't encourage or fight.

In this way, they will get along more and more harmoniously.

Chu Xujun didn't know if she was "disguised" well, because even the people around her felt that she cared about Wei Ling.

However, there is nothing bad about this "misunderstanding" at present.

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Wei Ling received the letter, which was thicker than the last time, and he was happy at first.

When I opened it, I flipped through the whole text roughly, and there was still no mention of "disease", but there were a lot of other things, and I even guessed in detail what had not happened yet.

It's just about herself, she doesn't mention it at all.

He hinted that Wei Conning cared about and loved Shen Youchai, why did she only apologize "politely" to herself, why should she apologize?

The young man of the Immortal Xufeng took the letter and was very tired.

The reason why he didn't ask directly was that Wei Ling believed that it was better to do it directly than to say, and the current military situation was the first priority, and no matter how concerned and nervous he was, he couldn't immediately go to her side to take care of her.

He can't get there, and the concern on his lips shows that he is hypocritical.

It's just that I don't know the truth, and I can't help but feel even more anxious in my heart.

Tao Nameless's reply hasn't arrived for a long time, is that serious?

Chu Xujun, who didn't know that her fiancé was nervous, was able to get out of bed, so she immediately arranged for the carriage to continue to Tongzhou Ancheng despite the opposition of the people around her.

A cold and windy journey is not suitable for recuperation.

In the carriage, Chu Xujun coughed from time to time, which made Maizi and Ximei tighten their hearts.

The son-in-law also strictly ordered them not to report to their families, and it is estimated that General Wei must have concealed it to death.

Now I can only hope that Mr. Tao can reveal a thing or two in his spare time in Anseong.

After the son-in-law coughed sharply, Maizi spoke up, "Son-in-law, it's getting dark, why don't we find a place to rest first?"

Chu Xujun shook his head: "Ahem, no, keep walking."

Ximei: "Son-in-law...... It's cold at night, and you're in such a hurry, and then you drag your body down, but how can you make it?"

Chu Xujun: "I know my body. The price in Anseong can't be sloppy and can't be delayed."

When is the highest point of the price and when is the lowest point of the price, it is impossible to judge without being in it.

Chu Xujun admits that she has an average sensitivity to numbers, but her observation of human nature is sufficient.

When she bought and sold funds in later generations, she relied on the feelings of the people around her, and when everyone became more and more carnival to a certain extent, Chu Xujun would stop.

And when everyone is still bored, Chu Xujun will also buy the companies he likes in time, and he does not follow everyone and blindly follows.

Along the way, Chu Xujun was listening to the movement outside.

After falling asleep in a daze, she woke up and asked, "How many waves of convoys are this?"

Anseong was apparently bustling with activity, with many caravans dragging heavy truckloads of goods into the city.

I don't know if it's food.

Ximei counted, "It seems to be the tenth branch of the road."

Chu Xujun had a number in his heart: "Maizi, how long do we have to arrive?"

Maizi glanced to the east: "When it is dawn, we will be able to enter the city."

To enter the city, you need to register for a road guide, and Chu Xujun and others have the dual procedures of Zhongzhou and Jeju, which is quite smooth.

After entering the city, Tao Wuming had already arranged for someone to wait at the city gate, and quickly took them to the place where they stayed.

This is the first time that the grain has been manipulated

Price, Tao Mingming doesn't know how much time it takes before and after, they lived in the inn a few days ago, and rented an inconspicuous courtyard in the back, and there are flat-headed people on the left and right.

On the way into the city, I saw the people waiting outside the grain store with containers in the cold weather, looking anxious.

Chu Xujun waited until he saw the grain store open and memorized the approximate price before going to the small courtyard.

Even the neighbors around them are discussing, "If the price of this food continues to rise, it will not be able to afford it." How much do you have at home?"

"Where can I afford to stock up, I will go today, and it will be good to be able to buy tomorrow's grain."

"Hey, it's all caused by the war...... I don't know when this day will be the end."

Chu Xujun and Tao Wuming learned about the current grain stocks and cash on hand, and after sleeping for half an hour, he went out again and wandered around the street.

When you get tired of buying, you go to the teahouse and sit down and listen to the conversations of the people around you.

Unexpectedly, the tea she made in Zhongzhou had spread to this remote town, and she had also made a substitute.

Or "defective".

The taste is not as fragrant as Zhongzhou's carefully fried, and it is slightly bitter.

However, Anseong itself does not produce vegetables and fruits, and it can supplement the corresponding plant elements by drinking tea.

Referring to Mongolia and Tibet, milk tea is drunk every day, and the corresponding folk culture can be formed.

Therefore, the teahouse model has developed here before Jungju and Jeju, especially on this cold winter day, it is most pleasant to come in and drink a cup of hot tea when you are in a hurry, talk about the day, and exchange feelings.

Most of what the teahouse says today is also a problem of food.

Chu Xujun listened to it for a long time, and after he went back, he set a price range, and asked Uncle Wu Thirteen to sell all the grain on hand.

They had gone into the city and bought a large amount of the city's staple food overnight and kept it in their hands.

When the stock is insufficient and the price of grain begins to rise, some of it will be slowly released back to the market.

Now the major grain stores are still transferring goods from other places, and the stock of grain in Chu Xujun's hands is re-inserted, and the price will slowly fall again.

At this time, they bought the grain at a low price and sold it at a high price, and the principal they had on hand had doubled, and when the price was low enough, they could really buy the grain and leave Anseong.

Uncle Wu Thirteen soon came back and reported, "The owner has sold it. A few of them don't offer the highest price, but if they wait a few more days, they will be willing to buy it."

Chu Xujun smiled: "It's okay, our principal is enough. No matter how high the price is, the common people will not be able to afford it. Uncle Thirteen, has anyone in the city come to learn how to make tofu these days?"

Peach nameless wait and see the price, Uncle Wu Thirteen took most of the people to dress up to buy grain, and there were seven or eight people, after staying, they began to make tofu and sell it in various directions in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the city.

Chu Xujun confessed that he would not buy soybeans.

Even if other rice varieties rise fiercely, the price of soybeans is still very low.

Tea lasts, but tofu can't, and no one has passed it on.

Uncle Wu Thirteen: "Yes, it will be there the next day. Some people have learned and started to sell."

In winter, it is a very happy thing for ordinary people to be able to drink a sip of hot tofu soup, even if it is only sprinkled with a few grains of bitter salt.

When Chu Xujun heard this, his heart was relieved.