Jiang Wulang took out three strings of copper from the blanket on his shoulder, threw them on the table with a "pop...", and said loudly:

"Old man, this is the tea money for you."

The old man who sold tea was stunned, and when he reacted, Jiang Wulang had already turned over and chased after the prince.

"Thank you, Master Jun, and I wish you good luck."

In the years since he opened the tea shed, he has never seen a military master who drinks tea and gives money, and this military man has given a lot.

The old man hurriedly chased him out, and thanked Jiang Wulang's back repeatedly.

After more than ten days, the old man realized that he was actually a crow's mouth.

The military master he blessed didn't hand in his good luck, but he almost handed over his life.

Of course, that's an afterthought.

Saying that the prince and his party entered the grain market not far away, at the door of a grain store, Yuan Zhi was attracted by a burst of talking next to him.

A man in his fifties was haggling with the owner of the shop, and the two seemed to have been discussing for a long time.

The man had a clear face, a long beard, a square scarf, and a straight shirt, although it was old, but it was very clean, and he looked like a literati scholar.

Beside him, a young man was holding a wheelbarrow.

In front of the fifty-year-old man, there were two large bags of grain.

I saw him pointing at the grain, and nagging to ask the shopkeeper of the rice shop to give him a cheaper.

The shopkeeper of the rice shop was a little helpless and said:

"Hey, old man, the rice in this store is already very cheap, the lowest price in the city, you go around, do you have my price? I'm also shipped from Cao, and I want to buy a price, and if you bargain like this, I won't make any money, and I'll lose money. ”

The old gentleman smiled apologetically: "Shopkeeper, the old man doesn't have much money, and if it's cheaper, I'll buy it." ”

The shopkeeper was already dry-mouthed, he shook his head helplessly, and said, "Okay, for the sake of you being a scholar, this rice will be cheaper by one cent per bag, and it can't be more." ”

The old gentleman smiled and said, "Thank you, shopkeeper." ”

After saying this, he poured out some broken silver and copper from a blanket containing coins on his shoulder, and counted them very carefully.

paid the grain and silver one by one, and then asked the little guy to put two bags of grain and rice on the trolley, and left happily.

The shopkeeper of the rice shop looked at the figure of the old gentleman leaving, sighed and said, "This old gentleman is a scholar in the hall of Beijing Normal University, why is he so shrunk?" ”

In the crowd of onlookers, someone said:

"Shopkeeper Shen, don't belittle this old gentleman behind his back, he is rare and honest, he never accepts the students' money and official money, nor does he go out to make money, without these sources, he is a university scholar, and the monthly money and rice are a few buckets, if you are not careful, how can you live?"

"That is, he didn't dare to buy rice from the small vendors in the city, so he would rather walk dozens of miles and come to the Chuanjiqiao Grain Market for wholesale to save a few pieces of silver."

"You all don't know, the rice he bought is not for the family, but for the relief of the victims, it is said that many Confucian students in the school spontaneously organized themselves to build porridge sheds in the east of the city for disaster relief."

Everyone sighed, sighed, and praised.

Yuan Zhi's heart trembled when he heard this, and he couldn't help but blush, as if he had been slapped in the face.

The Confucianism of the Jingshi University Hall is equivalent to a first-class professor in a later university, or an academician, and the level is very high anyway.

But such a scholar, whose life is in such a difficult situation, is still thinking about the disaster victims.

Compared with those corrupt officials who are full of fat brains, this literati style is so admirable.

"Son, let's go, this grain market is very big, I'm afraid it won't be safe on the way when it's dark." Ding Jiu reminded Yuan Zhi on the side and dragged him back from his thoughts.

"Hmm."

Yuan Zhi rode his horse and continued to move forward.

In front of a large shop called Yongxing Grain and Oil, there are many grain mules and horses that come to purchase.

There, there are several buckets, much larger than those used in ordinary grain stores.

Yuan Zhi took a quick look, and at this time, there was a merchant who was handing in the bucket, and the rice on the bucket was already rising high and piled very sharp.

A man who looked like a steward was still directing a guy next to him, carefully and cautiously adding up.

This is an honest merchant, no wonder so many vendors come to buy at the door.

Yuan Zhi was secretly happy in his heart.

When he couldn't add it any more, the steward shouted to the side, "Ma Dajia, it's up to you!" ”

A thin man next to him, sitting on the bench with his eyes closed, stood up when he heard the sound, and didn't speak, just strode to Hu.

But the next scene made the prince stunned.

I saw that the thin man held his breath for a long time, drank suddenly, and kicked heavily on the bucket.

Suddenly, a large piece of rice on the bucket came out and fell to the ground one after another, but the huge bucket did not fall.

Someone next to him praised: "Good strength, worthy of a horse's feet." ”

The one named Ma Dajia went back to close his eyes and recuperate after kicking.

The grain picker had a bitter face, but the manager of the granary rice shop smiled and commanded a few small servants to sweep up the rice scattered on the ground and put it into a big wooden bucket next to it.

"Why is that?"

Yuan Zhi couldn't understand it, so he turned his head and asked a merchant next to him who was watching the excitement.

The merchant glanced at Yuan Zhi and thought it was a gentleman, so he grinned and said:

"This is a family official and businessman, and the yamen stipulates that the grain scattered on the ground is called surplus and belongs to the officials in the store."

Oh, I see.

Yuan Zhi's face became ugly when he heard this, and he shook his head in disappointment.

The wisdom and wisdom of these petty officials are all placed on these crooked and evil ways, and they deceive the court and the general public.

The small merchant also told Yuan Zhi that in order to get these "surpluses", the granary officials in various places have practiced their legs hard, and some can even practice to the point of kicking and breaking a small tree.

After seeing the kick just now, Ding Jiu and Jiang Wulang were also amazed, Ding Jiu said: "This guy, I'm afraid he can kick a cow to death with one kick." ”

Jiang Wulang said angrily: "These dog thieves, there is a chance to find these guys to test their leg skills, kick their legs, and see what they can kick." ”

The two talked heartlessly, and Yuan Zhi had a gloomy face.

The three of them continued along the street to the north, and along the way, there were people carrying grain and rice.

Yuan Zhi didn't know.

Since the disaster relief grain was directly transferred from the Wuya giant ship of the Cao Gang to the disaster area, the reserve granary of Chuanji Bridge no longer needs to be supplied to the disaster area.

Today, the supply to the public was resumed.

Therefore, it is crowded and lively.

Most of the large millet shops along the street are also full of people.

Of course, the booming business is the rice shop opened by the official granary, because they have the most abundant grain reserves.

However, when many people purchase it, they have a bitter gourd face.

Obviously, the high price of food was much more than they expected.

I ran all over the grain market, and every rice store was like this.

Obviously, all the rice stores in the grain market have reached a consensus and unified the prices.

Everywhere there were sighs and sighs.