Zhang Zhou didn't talk to Zhu Feng much, so he went downstairs to leave, Zhu Feng took the initiative to ask for a carriage to send Zhang Zhou, but Zhang Zhou refused.

He didn't plan to do business with Zhu Feng in the future, a tribute student, why did he think he had the strength to do business with the children of the Guogong family? Besides, Zhu Feng's appearance is not a good choice for business partners.

After Zhang Zhou left, Zhu Feng said excitedly to the woman on the side: "Tong'er, I just said that the phase master is right, I can make money this year." I'm going to go and get a few thousand stones of grain back. ”

The woman glared at him angrily and said, "Do you believe what a ruined son who is ridiculed said?" You have lost all the money that Ling Zun left you, and you are just as willing as him, right? ”

Zhu Feng thought back to the scene when he met Zhang Zhou before, squinted his eyes and said, "Zhang Gongzi is suave, he won't lie to me." I'll go. ”

Seeing her husband speak like this, the woman couldn't help but shudder.

She probably thought of something not very good, but when she saw Zhu Fengxing rushing to do something about the rice and grain business, she was really too lazy to care.

She looked out the window, trying to calm her fluctuating heart.

"Even if it's a child of the country's family, it's not a worm? What's more, he's ...... Alas! The woman was very unhappy, probably because her married life made her very unhappy, and at this time, the people who came down from the high platform to pick her up and returned to the mansion were already waiting, and even her personal maid came up together.

"Miss, where's the little grandfather?"

The maid was carrying a food box in her hand, she was obviously going to eat something before, but she didn't see Zhu Feng after she came up, and the maid was still very careful, for fear that Zhu Feng would suddenly come out.

"The man is gone!" The woman was angry.

Only then did the maid dare to say a little louder: "The little grandfather is too, take you out for an autumn outing, climb high and look far away, why did you leave alone?" You're not going to find a vixen again, are you? ”

The woman glared: "Can you speak?" ”

The maid stuck out her tongue, probably because she had a good relationship with her own lady, and muttered: "Maybe it's still a male vixen ......."

The master and servant were about to get off the high platform.

But it was the woman who passed by where Zhang Zhou was sitting just now, and looked down to see the book on the ground that cushioned her buttocks.

The maid quickly picked up the book with her eyes and said, "Miss, someone left the book, it can't be the little grandfather's, right?" But I haven't seen my little grandfather read a book. ”

The woman understood that it was Zhang Zhou who fell just now, and thought that since she didn't remember to take it away, it was probably not an important thing, so she didn't pay attention to it, but it was the maid who opened it and glanced at it a few times.

"Oops......"

The girl's reaction when she saw the book was not much different from that of ordinary girls reading this book.

The woman went to the top of the stairs and asked, "What?" ”

The maid said: "This book is full of foul language, so it is dirty." ”

said this, but he was reluctant to throw the book away, and clenched it tightly, probably wanting to take it back and slowly appreciate this "dirty" book.

"There is no positive shape, I think that Zhang Jiazi is not a gentleman, he usually carries some filthy things with him, and he gathers people in groups." The woman was not so much scolding Zhang Zhou as she was scolding Zhu Feng.

After speaking, he took the maid into the carriage.

On the carriage, the woman had been looking out of the window, enjoying the scenery along the way, but the little maid who was usually chattering had no sound at all, and when she turned around, she found that the little maid who was still scolding the book just now was reading it carefully.

"Isn't it foul language? Still looking up? ”

"Miss, you don't know, it's very interesting to look at in detail, it's a bit similar to the "Water Margin" I've heard before, Miss, I don't know what this word is, I don't know ......"

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……

It's late August.

Zhang Zhou has basically not gone out much these days, while waiting for the township trial list, while waiting for Huanghuai to burst the embankment, his own grain can be sold at a good price, and he usually prepares his publishing industry plan at home.

But on this day, Jiang Dezhong was busy all morning, and at noon he drank wine with two small dishes at home, and the shopkeeper on the shop hurriedly ran back.

"Boss, something happened." The shopkeeper didn't even breathe.

Jiang Dezhong looked calm and relaxed: "If Mount Tai collapses and does not change color, is the wine in the vat muddy?" Or is the koji moldy? ”

The shopkeeper said: "No, it was a businessman from the north who said that in the first few days, the Yellow River burst, the north-south transportation was cut off again, the grain in Jianghuai could not be adjusted, and the price of rice in the city rose by 20% a day." ”

"What?"

Jiang Dezhong stood up with a sigh.

Before he could issue further instructions, his son Jiang Shanquan also came back from outside, and Lao Yuan shouted, "Father." ”

"My father knows, Huanghuai broke the embankment, the grain in the north can't be adjusted, and the price of grain has risen, right? Oops, he was all given by Bingkuan, and I don't know where he got the news? Call him quickly, for the Father will inquire of him. ”

Suddenly, it seemed that Zhang Zhou had become an important person.

"Father, even if there is water in the north, the grain can't be transferred, but Jiangnan is already a land of fish and rice, where can the price of grain rise? Why don't we take the opportunity to sell the backlog of old rice? ”

"Hey, that's a great idea...... No, no, you let the father think first. ”

Jiang Dezhong listened to his son's words and pondered that it was a truth, Nanjing's grain is mainly produced and sold in the south of the Yangtze River, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with the water in the north......

What's wrong?

"It's Bingkuan, has Bingkuan been here in the past few days?" Jiang Dezhong suddenly had this son-in-law in his eyes.

Jiang Shanquan said: "He stored all the grain in the warehouse, and he didn't ask him for storage money, I saw him mention it to him once before, and he was exposed by him, and he didn't even show his face recently, with his idle temperament, it is not the material for doing business at all." ”

Jiang Dezhong said angrily: "Can you have some confidence in your brother-in-law?" He also calculated in advance that the price of food would rise, right? ”

As he spoke, the tent on the other side of the barn outside.

The tent said: "Master, young master, there are several grain boats on the river, all of which are transporting grain, and they say that they are new grain this year, and they say that they can be sold to us at a low price, and ask us if we want to ......."

Jiang Shanquan said: "Dad, look, it's only been half a day, and the price of grain has been beaten back to its original shape. You expect to listen to your words to make money by taking the dragon's fast son-in-law, I don't think there will be any drama in this life. ”

"Hey."

Jiang Dezhong was about to raise some confidence in Zhang Zhou, and wanted to make himself feel that Zhang Zhou was okay from some tricky angles, and gradually recognized this son-in-law...... Now he doesn't have confidence in himself.

"Master, do we want those boats of rice?"

"I want a fart, the rice in our warehouse hasn't been sold yet, I see that you are also full, and the price of rice will not double enough in the future, so don't come to see me!" Let me bring two more dishes on the stove to ......."

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Afternoon.

Zhang Zhou wrote at home, and Jiang Pingyu took his son to the street, and when he came back, he brought half a bag of rice.

"Isn't there still rice at home?" Zhang Zhou put down the pen, got up to help Jiang Pingyu take the rice bag, and held it in his hand, "Besides, in your father's warehouse, there are still hundreds of stones of rice for us." ”

Jiang Pingyu was in a very conflicted mood, wanted to laugh, but didn't seem to laugh, and said: "Husband, I went out here, and I heard rumors outside, saying that it was water in the north, and now the neighbors in the street are rushing to the house to make rice. ”

"Oh. The water is finally sent? It's good, it's good. Zhang Zhou sighed that it is really useful to study history.

Jiang Pingyu asked, "Then do you want to inform your father?" ”

Zhang Zhou pouted and said: "Your family is in the brewing business, and he usually deals with rice merchants, can he not know about the rise in grain prices?" Let's continue to live our lives, and when the price of grain has tripled, I will go to the door again and sell all the rice in the warehouse. ”