April is a good time for all large households to start selling grain.
Because, in more than a month, new grain will arrive, and the old grain needs to be sold to free up warehouses to prepare for new grain.
April is the only time of the year when people can buy cheap grain. Large households will sell a lot of moldy or old grain at reduced prices. At this time, if you don't think the grain is moldy or insect-eaten, you can buy cheap grain.
Of course, the price of good grain sold at this time is still not cheap, and is even higher than before.
After new grains arrive, and grain prices are at their lowest of the year, large families can work hard to stock up on grains.
At the beginning of spring this year, due to the sudden increase in copper coins, grain prices rose a lot, and a lot of grain was sold early. Therefore, not many people sold grain in April this year.
When food prices are high and people cannot afford to buy food, they can only buy as little as possible or not buy at all. They have no choice but to resist.
I thought I would be able to buy some cheap food when the old grain came out in April, but now this wishful thinking has come to nothing.
It is estimated that in the entire Chang'an City, only Jinchangfang sells cheap grain!
That's right, it's sold to takeaways at the price of six cents per dou, and that's all, it's only sold to the residents of Jinchangfang.
They knew that the village chief was going to use the money from selling the grain to buy new grain in the future, and that he was now selling it for six cents.
Fill the granary.
When the grain is sold, it is usually after the farm gate is closed, and the villagers who have returned home come in in twos and threes carrying cloth bags to buy grain.
Liu Yi, the village leader, raised a handful of millet with his hands, let the millet flow away between his fingers, and then said to the villagers who came to buy grain: "If the village chief hadn't collected grain early, you would still want to buy it with six cents."
Just dream about getting such good food."
The man in front said with a smile: "Yes, yes, our captain has met His Majesty and will not argue with roughnecks like us."
Liu Yipi said with a smile: 'I remember it was you who shouted the loudest when we were growing grain in the village, why don't we divide the money."
The man slapped his mouth lightly and said, "Look at my nonsense mouth. It deserves a slap."
"Just think about the merits of the chief. The chief will not care about a loser like you. He specifically told me that as long as he is from Jinchangfang, no matter whether he has made mistakes in the past or not, he can be whipped if he makes a mistake.
Even if you have been smoked, you cannot deduct a grain of grain from anyone.
Look, what a good chief, if you were put in Feng'anfang and met a bastard like Qiu Shenji, would you still be able to survive?"
As he spoke, the bucket was filled with yellow millet, and a narrow wooden board was used to scrape it flatly over the bucket. He also held up a light for everyone to see clearly, and then poured the bucket of grain into the food brought by the villagers.
In the bag.
"See clearly, this is a civil fight, not an official fight." After pouring out the food, Liu Yi deliberately exposed the bottom of the bucket. He saw that the bottom of the new bucket was carved with a large "Yun" character with a chisel, and Yunchu's name was written on it.
Handwritten signature.
Under normal circumstances, the civilian dou is given in full, while the official dou has losses, and some losses can even reach more than 20%. In order to win the trust of the people, many big families will engrave the name of the head of the family on the dou, which is expressed as
He is responsible for the accuracy of the bucket, and people like this kind of bucket the most when trading.
This was also Cui's suggestion, otherwise Yun Chu would still be stuck in the wrong logic that civil struggle is unreliable, while official struggle is reliable.
From this point, we can see that the laws and regulations of the entire Tang Dynasty are still not perfect, or even crude.
Yunchu had calculated when he first bought grain that the grain he had stored would be enough to feed the villagers for three months.
After surviving these three months of lean season, you can buy new grain and store it in storage.
In fact, according to Yunchu's opinion, storing food for three months is not safe enough. To be stable, collective food storage should be enough for two years, that is, to eat for one year and save for one year.
Yunchu had been to the State Reserve Warehouse before. Grain was nothing, but the pork warehouse left a deep impression on him. In just one cold storage, two thousand tons of pork were stored. The pork was lined up in rows.
It's so spectacular that it's almost endless as far as the eye can see.
The next day, Dr. He came for a rare visit.
After seeing the house decorated by Yun Chu's family, he sighed repeatedly that it was a pity that this house was in his hands. It was destined for the Yun family to live in, so that all the advantages of this house could be brought into play.
When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something.
Yun Chu did not embarrass He Yi Zheng too much, so he led him into his study room and asked in a low voice that something bad had happened there.
"Does Doctor Yun know about Qiu Shenji?"
Yun Chu was stunned for a moment and said, "But that Qiu Shenji who had many holes drilled into his lower body with a nail rake by a death row prisoner?"
Doctor He Zheng patted his thigh and said, "This is exactly the person. Your Majesty has issued an order for the Imperial Medical Office to do all it can to rescue this person.
As a result, I was unlucky enough to be sent to treat Qiu Shenji's injuries. Before I untied the linen wrapping, I felt a huge chill in my heart. The entire lower body was covered with dense blood holes. In other words, the entire lower body was rotten.
.
Many blood holes have begun to fester, and the best solution is to amputate the limbs.
Duke Qiu has experienced many battles and knows that there is no cure for injuries like this. He only let me go once he knew that I had the ability to sew wounds with my own hands.
Qiu Jun agreed that Qiu Shenji’s leg is broken and it doesn’t matter if it is cut off, but he hopes that I will preserve Qiu Shenji’s descendants no matter what.”
Yun Chu took a breath of cold air when he heard this and said, "I heard that there are more than ten holes."
Doctor He sighed and said: "Not only that, I even think there are no more than fifty holes.
The rake that injured Qiu Shenji was still rusty, and the thing was inseparable from human excrement and livestock excrement, which had long been extremely polluted. Just like the injuries suffered by the siege sergeant, gold juice burns were the most difficult to treat.
I heard that Dr. Yun recently came up with something called alcohol that can kill the poison caused by gold juice and rust. I wonder if it will be effective on injuries like Qiu Shenji's?"
Yunchu had never heard that alcohol could cure tetanus, let alone that it could kill the reproduction of viruses in the body.
However, he also felt that people like Qiu Shenji must be treated with alcohol, otherwise, he would be very sorry for those who had been hurt by him.
"Yizheng, I heard you just said that Qiu Shenji's descendants also suffered serious injuries? Is there any possibility of treatment?"
Doctor He shook his head and said: "What are you treating? There are two soybean-sized blood holes running through the root of the descendant. The descendant bag was torn to pieces by the iron rake. Although everything is there, it doesn't work. I thought it could be cut off.
Already."
Yun Chu clapped his palms regretfully and said: "If it's just a trauma, alcohol can still play a certain role, but the iron rake can penetrate more than half an inch into the flesh. Even if the surface hole is healed, the wound inside the flesh will still exist.
There’s no way.”
When Dr. He heard what Yun Chu said, his eyes suddenly lit up and he whispered: "Doctors have a parent-like heart. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, we have tried our best to treat it, right?
If his superficial injuries can be healed, then I, a doctor who loves to treat trauma, will have his work done.
As for internal injuries, that’s not my fault.”
After listening to He Yizheng's explanation, Yun Chu was convinced. Yes, He Yizheng was a master of treating trauma. As long as he carefully wiped the wound with alcohol, it would be possible to ensure that the wound location would not become inflamed, and then the skin and flesh would grow and close.
As for the virus in the meat, there is really no way to do it. We can only allow the virus to multiply and fester in the body... However, that is a matter for physicians and has nothing to do with a surgical master like He Yizheng.
He ordered Mrs. Cui to bring a jar of alcohol and handed it to He Yizheng. He said: "This thing is extremely overbearing. Once it is contaminated with a wound, it will make the injured miserable. Whether to use it or not is up to He Yizheng."
Doctor He said seriously: "As long as I can survive, a little pain is nothing. Well, with the help of this thing, I can sew up the wound of Qiu Shenji when I go back. As for whether I can survive, it all depends on God's will."
He Yizheng was extremely pleased with Yun Chu's generous help and his behavior of not hiding any secrets. It was also the first time that he discovered that Yun Chu's role was not just a simple wound suturing technique, just like the jar he held in his arms could
Antivirus alcohol is also a good thing.
Although it is impossible to buy such a good thing with money, it is definitely not a bad thing to get close to this smart young man.
At least, when it came to the suturing business, this young man was truly genuine and honest.
After sending He Yizheng away, Yun Chu couldn't help but mourn for a moment of silence for Qiu Shenji, who was about to suffer from ulcers all over his body. His ulcers were not ulcers from the outside in. He was different from others. They should be ulcers from the inside out.
Truly consistent with words and deeds.
After sending He Yizheng away, Yun Chu was in a very good mood and decided to go for a walk on Zhuangzi outside the city.
I heard from Mrs. Cui that the 14,000 peonies planted on Yunjia Village are about to bloom, and it’s time to prepare for selling the peony flowers.
As for whether you want to sell them in pots or just sell fresh cut flowers, you need to think carefully.
This was a business involving hundreds of thousands of dollars. Cui not only invited Yunchu, but also Gongsun and the Yu family's young lady.
Apparently, Mrs. Cui not only invited Yunchu to see flowers, but also invited him to see beauties.
"But, why did you invite Gongsun?" Yunchu felt that Gongsun's presence would affect his appreciation of beauties.
Ms. Cui squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Let Mr. Lang have a comparison between what is a wild flower and what is an orchid that can only bloom in the room."
"You mean to say that Gongsun is a wild flower and Yu Xiurong is an orchid? Even if Gongsun is a wild flower, he is still a wild flower in full bloom, and Yu Xiurong is still a flower. There is no comparison."
Ms. Cui clapped her hands and said with a smile: "This slave has remembered what Mr. Lang said."
