Pang Hong had just come out of the Wufang Temple, looked at the cold street and sighed.
Shops are open all around, but business has dropped significantly. The original lively atmosphere of the street corner stage has disappeared, and the pedestrians on the road have some sadness on their faces.
Pang Hong, like Zhang Fen and Zhang Bai, is a small person who is obscured by the highlights of the big man.
Outside the Wufang Taoist temple, some laborers who cannot find daily labor are queuing up to receive the steamed buns delivered by the Wufang Taoist temple.
There are inspections and guards around the streets.
War ultimately caused harm to Chang'an.
Pang Hong held his hands behind his back like an adult, looked for a moment, then shook his head, and walked towards the city with a large and round guard behind him.
Although Cao's army was stopped at Tongguan, the people on the market were still worried. These worries were reflected in many aspects, but ultimately reflected in the economy.
Originally, the winter of the Sanfu in Chang'an was also busy. Many people would go out to do short-term work in the winter and buy some money for their own families. Fortunately, they could cut more meat, make more wine during the New Year, bring two cakes for their children, and pull a few feet of flower cloth for their wives...
However, this winter, many businesses have stagnated and the demand for short-term workers is very small.
"Find a place to eat." Pang Hong said to the guard beside him, "Where do you go to eat on weekdays?"
The guard hesitated for a moment, "Young Master, where I went... is more vulgar...why go to Tianxianglou?"
"No." Pang Hong said, "Just go to what you often go."
The guard nodded and then led the way to turn to the side.
The two of them arrived at a restaurant next to the west gate of Maoling.
The restaurant is very small, and the windows are changed to a countertop that extends outward. The dark brown wooden boards look a bit old. The shopkeeper is busy on the windowsill, and when he sees the guard, he greets him repeatedly.
There are only four or five tables in the restaurant, and the mats are also brown and grey.
The guard looked at Pang Hong with some concern.
Pang Hong frowned slightly, but without saying anything, he just sat on the table.
The shopkeeper came over to greet him diligently, and then he became a little shrunk under the guard's eyes, and carefully asked Pang Hong what he wanted to eat.
Pang Hong smiled and said, "Can you order food here?"
The shopkeeper looked at the guard awkwardly.
The guard laughed and scolded: "You old donkey, hurry up and pick up a few cakes to pick up! Then come some ready-made steamed dishes, warm some fermented rice glutinous rice! There are two bowls of porridge, and it will be cleaner! If it doesn't taste delicious, it will blow up your countertop!"
"Hey, right!" The shopkeeper was obviously relieved and turned around and went to work hard.
The food was actually ready-made and warmed in a small stove, so it was quickly served.
Since Fei Qiang Chang'an Sanfu promoted the hydraulic mill, the people's development of pasta is like Sun Wukong's somersault, and it instantly takes 100,000 miles apart. Various modes have been created. Although some of them are inevitably from the dark cuisine series, some are classic...
For example, Jiamo.
Big buns hold everything.
Fortunately, there is no local certification organization that jumps out to say that Jiamo is theirs. It is okay to use Jiamo alone or Mo alone, but it is not possible to use it together, and you have to pay the usage fee...
Just like the emperor's name, it needs to be avoided. I believe these local organizations think they can compare with the emperor.
The guard looked at Pang Hong with some concern, and then saw Pang Hong picking up the black cake without changing his expression, and ate it with a smile.
The wheat flour that has not been bleached is gray-black, and in such an ordinary shop, the wheat bran in the wheat flour will not be deliberately sifted away, so it is a bit rough, but the baked bread still has a strong wheat sweet smell.
This smell and the taste of meat bring human instinct to satisfy carbohydrates and fats.
Coarse noodles and thin noodles are actually carbohydrates, pork, beef, or some rare meat. When eaten, they turn into fat and protein. At least 90% of them are similar. In order to pursue that 10% difference, some people pay more than 100% of them.
You get what you pay for, and you get what you pay for ten. If you want to get what you pay for, you may not be able to buy it if you pay for 100 copies.
Greed always requires more money.
Pang Hong can restrain his greed, so he can still eat rough food.
The shopkeeper was still a little nervous and scared at first, but seeing that Pang Hong and the guard were eating very well, the wrinkles on their faces relaxed. They laughed and rubbed their rough hands, leaning against the side with satisfaction.
The most beautiful scenery that opens a restaurant is naturally the eating habits of diners.
However, soon, the shopkeeper had a bitter face because the guard patted the table while paying.
It’s not that the guard wants to eat the king’s meal, but that the guard thinks the shopkeeper’s price is on the ground, and the price is not right. “You old donkey goods! Why is the price more than three times that of the past?! You have to lose your conscience, and see if you don’t peel your skin!”
The shopkeeper hurriedly said, "Celebrity, guest official, you are really not an old man, you are unfair! After the Cao army came, the price of grain rose, and it is not easy to find this pig! They were all made by the damn Cao army! Uh, this is all because of the loss!"
The guards stayed with Pang Shi in the public hall for a while and did not know much about the price changes on the market. However, after listening to the shopkeeper's explanation, he thought about it and thought about it. However, he still cursed and understood the account. However, it was not a scolding the shopkeeper's unintentionality, but a scolding the shopkeeper's skills had regressed and were not as delicious as the last time.
The shopkeeper was scolded, but laughed happily. He bent over and apologized all the way and said that he would do his best next time. Then he sent Pang Hong and the guard out of the door before he returned happily.
"I have paid, why are you still scolding him?" Pang Hong asked.
The guard smiled and said, "This is the rule... When I give money, I scold him for his poor skills, which means I will come again next time... If I leave without saying anything, I will not come again..."
"Is there such a rule?" Pang Hong was skeptical.
The guard said, "That's right, it's just an old guest who understands it."
Pang Hong nodded.
After walking around again, Pang Hong entered Pang Mansion again from the corner gate, from the side courtyard to the front hall, and saw Pang Tong sitting next to the table reading.
"Hello, sir, Father." Pang Hong stepped forward to pay his respects.
"An." Pang Tong turned a page of the book, "Is the market fun?"
'Not much fun.' Pang Hong said, 'There are a lot more people queuing up to get cooked cakes in the Wufang Temple, but the business of shops in the city is deserted, and the prices of restaurants are three times more expensive than usual...'
『Hmm…』 Pang Tong nodded, his eyes still on the book, 『Is there any more?"
Pang Hong's eyes were clear, "I remember... we still have a lot of food stored..."
『Hmm…』 Pang Tong still nodded, his voice was dull, 『What do you think?
"I think some of the food should be taken out to stabilize sales in the market and reduce the price of food..." Pang Hong said, "so that the people can afford it... Also, the number of cakes in the Wufang Taoist temple is too small, so you might as well add some porridge sheds outside the city..."
"Why?" Before I knew it, Pang Tong had already put down the book and stared at Pang Hong and asked, "Who can teach you these words?"
Pang Hong shook his head.
"No?" Pang Tong asked.
"No." Pang Hong replied.
Pang Tong stared at Pang Hong without saying a word for a while.
Pang Hong looked at Pang Tong with a little strangeness.
『Ah…』 Pang Tong suddenly sighed, 『What should I do? Why are you so stupid? What to do in the future!』
『…』 Pang Hong was inexplicably surprised.
Looking at Pang Hong's confused expression, Pang Tong even closed his eyes, "Go, go, go! Oh, how can you do it? What can you do if you do it..."
Pang Hong pursed his mouth, bowed silently, and retreated outside the hall. After walking for a while, he stopped, then turned around, rushed to the front hall again, and when he entered the door, he bowed, "I can't figure it out!"
Pang Hong kowtowed on the floor with a bang, "I would like to ask my father for advice!"
"Ah..." Pang Tong's expression became more and more disgusting, and his fat face was almost wrinkled together. "You don't really feel that you can't figure it out, but you don't agree, right?"
"The child is not dissatisfied." Pang Hong replied.
Pang Tong sighed, "It's all written on his face! Not yet?!"
Pang Hong subconsciously touched his face.
"Oh... what will you do in the future?" Pang Tong covered his head, "I'm worried... If you didn't come back just now, you might be able to have peace for a lifetime... and as a result, you have to come back... tsk... it's really worrying...
Pang Hong was confused and couldn't understand what Pang Tong was talking about at all.
"Come on. Let's sit." Pang Tong pointed to the seat beside him.
Pang Hong stood up and sat down.
Pang Tong looked at Pang Hong, and his eyes couldn't help but show some care for mentally retarded. "Hong'er, remember, try to speak as little as possible and do more things in the future, and say that he can live longer..."
"My father means...I mean I'm stupid?" Pang Hong frowned.
"You only know now?" Pang Tong sighed, "And the key is that you don't think you are stupid?"
『…』 Pang Hong was silent, but obviously dissatisfied, his eyes were bulging, and his face twisted to the side.
『Look…』 Pang Tong sighed again, 『You are the most important person... If you left just now, it means you are cowardly... With the industry name left by your father, you will not have any disputes with others, and others will not provoke you easily... Maybe you can still get a respectful and kind name, and it should not be a problem for Anping to spend his life... But you are back!"
『Come back…』 Pang Hong was stunned, 『Come back…What’s wrong?』
"If you don't understand, you have to ask on the spot, instead of coming back after leaving." Pang Tong said slowly, "This is the mistake."
Pang Hongbian said: "Why is this wrong? Master said that knowing what you know, but not knowing what you don't know, that is, knowing. If I don't understand, ask, what's wrong with it?"
Pang Tong nodded, "Zi said, "If you study without thinking, you will be confused; if you think without learning, you will be in danger. How much have you learned and how much have you thought? Why don't you use this sentence as a reason?"
"I..." Pang Hong was stunned.
"The top floor of the bookshelf on the left side of the desk in your study is Youwei's father's "Advisory for Grain Policy". How many times have you read it? How many times have you learned it? How many times have you thought about it?" Pang Tong sighed and shook his head, "I say that now, do you want to move your butt and take a look again? Can't you think about it first? See how much can you remember?"
『…』 Pang Hong's eyes were wide open, speechless.
He remembered that the book "Adjustment on Grain Policy" did not seem to write anything particularly interesting, at least it was better than "The Young Wei Cavalry", "The Travels of the Miracle Doctor", "Nanshan Jun", "Ban Dingyuan Pingxiu" and so on...
"I like to read some idle books on weekdays..." Pang Tong shook his head slowly and said, "Do you know that those idle books are... well, they are all made up? Have you ever thought about why there are these idle books, and why do you compile these idle books?"
『…』 Pang Hong was still silent.
He really didn't think about it.
After a moment of silence, Pang Hong looked up and asked with some dissatisfaction: "What does this have to do with what I said before to stabilize the food prices? Is it also wrong to make the people live a more prosperous life?"
Pang Tong did not answer immediately, but looked at Pang Hong and said seriously: "Your father is in a high position now, like being surrounded by a pack of wolves. If you relax a little, you will be ruined... You either choose to be smart or stupid, and you can save your life. But if you are not smart enough when you should be smart, and you are showing off your ability when you should be stupid... You will harm yourself and the whole family..."
Pang Hong subconsciously wanted to refute, saying that who would be idle and target him, or who dared to plot against Pang Shi, but when he said that when he was about to say something, he always noticed something was wrong, so he swallowed it with difficulty and nodded.
Pang Tong smiled, "We do have food and grass, but raising the food prices is the best way to calculate over a period of time. The people are actually a group of groups that are difficult to think rationally... This is the lord's words, which is "a mob"... The more people, the more difficult it is to unify their thinking and the more difficult it is to communicate... The only way is food and grass... Because everyone has to eat, regardless of men, women, old and young, they have to eat...
Do people in this world think how much difference is between Cao Cao and Fei Qian?
Do you think a ruler is better?
Do you think the emperor is important or the bowl of rice in front of you? And then laugh and laugh, what is more important to have a warm kang?
Of course, the people are not "born" and are motivated, but they are not born equal, cannot have the same living environment, learning environment, or the same personality. In this case, due to information aberration, inconsistent education levels, and different living environments, it is impossible to generate unified cognition. More often, misunderstandings will arise due to certain issues or blindly following the trend, which will form a behavior that deviates from rationality.
This kind of thing is naturally not to say that after a few words, a few slogans, or to express something strengthened, what improved, what promoted, the people can suddenly get rid of the trap of this mob and suddenly become smarter...
Just like Pang Tong also hopes that Pang Hong can be smarter, but what?
More often than not, it still depends on whether Pang Hong himself is willing to be smarter, because this means it will be more painful.
Learning and growing up are all painful, and happy education will only bring happy fools.
"The people will suffer when the price of food increases, but who brought this pain?" Pang Tong's eyes were sharp and he stared at Pang Hong. "What happened to Chang'an before, what is the Sanfu now? The people will see it themselves, think about it themselves, think about it themselves... The premise is that they have to feel the pain... Pain is the only way for them to think about it...
Pang Tong looked at Pang Hong and said meaningfully.
Pang Hong recalled what the shopkeeper of the restaurant said when he was in the restaurant, and nodded, "I understand... they will resent Cao Jun for this... The price of three times can make the people resent, but there will be no large-scale famine in a short period of time... Because the price of grain itself fluctuates, when the green and yellow do not accept the green and yellow do not accept the price is twice as much as the autumn harvest... Now the price of three times is a little more... Moreover, the people also know that if the green and yellow do not accept the green and yellow do not accept the food, the majority of farmers should actually still have food..."
『Well, that's right, ah... it's okay, it's okay..." Pang Tong nodded and added, 『Chang'an people, in recent years, have been richer than people from other places... so they can last longer than other places... In fact, grain prices have also risen in Hanzhong, Sichuan, etc., but not much has risen...』
Pang Tong did not say what would happen if the warehouse was opened or the large amount of grain was released, nor did he say what would happen if the grain price was raised. As the second generation of Pang's, Pang Hong needed more growth, and this growth required Pang Hong's voluntary, otherwise the cow would force his head to press without drinking water, and he would have half the result with twice the effort.
If Ponzi wants to grow, it must bear more things. If you want to bear these things, you will not be able to be smart enough.
Pang Hong is not stupid, he is just not smart enough, or in other words, he does not have a strong desire to become smarter...
Pang Tong was silent for a while, looked at Pang Hong, slightly disappointed, "Do you have nothing to say?"
"I..." Pang Hong was confused.
"For example, how do we deduce this price? What method is used, and how to determine the price of the grain price?" Pang Tong said slowly, "Is there any problem with this method, what remedies are there, or how to ensure that there is no error during the implementation process... and some other related things... have you never thought about it?"
『I…』 Pang Hong lowered his head, 『I, I…is still young…』
"Well, indeed." Pang Tong nodded, "But I didn't want you to think about everything, I just hope you can think more and less stubborn... That's all... Being strong in character is not a bad thing... But fighting in the wrong direction will only bring more mistakes... You go and think about it carefully. In two days, I will take you to Tongguan...
"With..." Pang Hong responded subconsciously, and was about to leave, but suddenly paused and looked up and asked, "Uh... Father, why do you want to go to Tongguan?"
Pang Tong nodded slightly and smiled, "Go and gain knowledge."