Xiao Han picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He glanced at Fatty Hong and said, "I am not the God of Wealth! Let us make a deal first. If you don't give away things for free, you will have to pay them back in the future!"
"Haha, that's it! That's it!"
At this time, Fatty Hong only asked Xiao Han to help him get through the difficulties. Who would care about him in the future?
Besides, there will be more variables in the future. Who knows what will happen then?
Therefore, at this time, Fatty Hong just nodded his head quickly and agreed without any hesitation: "Master Marquis, don't worry. I, Old Hong, guarantee with my personality that I will definitely return this thing in the future!"
"Oh? Well, tell me, you want everything!"
Although Xiao Han expressed great doubts about Fatty Hong's personality, he could not force him to write a document on the spot. He could only grunt twice, pick up the teacup again, and ask Fatty Hong to tell him the list of supplies he needed.
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When Fatty Hong heard this, he was not polite and started to count on his fingers: "Well, the grain needs to be ten million kilograms. The fabric doesn't have to be very good, just linen! Get tens of thousands of them... and medicines.
, Nowadays, there is a shortage of medicines, especially medicines to deal with winter wind and cold, and tens of thousands of kilograms are given..."
"puff……"
Unexpectedly, here, Fatty Hong was still talking about the things on the list.
Over there, Xiao Han took a sip of tea and there was no drop left, and it all sprayed onto his head!
"Ahem...what did you say?" Covering his mouth that was still coughing, Xiao Han's eyes were as wide as a copper bell: "Ten million kilograms of grain? Tens of thousands of pieces of cloth? Hong, you...
Is it a list of supplies or a wish list? Even the bastards in the wishing fountain dare not make such a request?!"
"Uh, is that too much?"
Opposite, Fatty Hong was holding a tea stalk on his head, looking at Xiao Han with an innocent face and said: "We have a population of hundreds of thousands in Dengzhou City. If you calculate it, one person can share dozens of kilograms of food..."
"Fart!" Hearing this, Xiao Han became even angrier and almost slapped the table and shouted: "Don't you dare talk to me about averages! In terms of arithmetic, I am the ancestor of your ancestors!
It’s true that your Dengzhou City has a population of hundreds of thousands! But all the food will not be robbed by others! Besides, where did the food provided by the imperial court go and was eaten by you?!"
"I, I didn't eat!" Seeing that Xiao Han had exposed his lie to his face, Fatty Hong looked a little confused.
Indeed, when the war broke out, the hardest hit areas were Dengzhou City or some larger surrounding counties.
Although the villages under his rule were occasionally plundered, overall their situation was much better. This is why Dengzhou has a population of hundreds of thousands, but in the porridge factory, there is only one person left.
The reason for the tens of thousands of disaster victims.
Otherwise, if the whole city is flooded with disaster victims, even if they cook Fatty Hong together, they won't be able to feed hundreds of thousands of mouths.
"Well, doesn't this mean we have to wait until next year? The imperial court also wants to provide relief to the whole of Shandong, and we really can't do much in Dengzhou City..." After he stuttered out his reasons, Fatty Hong still thought.
Try harder at the end.
However, at this moment, Xiao Han had no intention of grinding his teeth with him anymore. He wiped his mouth directly and said, "The grain is only one million catties! Is there more? As for the cloth and medicinal materials, let me see how much there is!"
This one million kilograms of grain is also Xiao Han's bottom line.
Although, if these one million kilograms of grain were left in future generations, they probably wouldn't even be able to buy a house.
But now, it can be exchanged for thousands of people to overcome the current difficulties. It can be regarded as Xiao Han's contribution to his homeland thousands of years later.
"It's only one million, so be it! But I need to polish these rice! It's enough!"
Hearing the number reported by Xiao Han, Fatty Hong hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed.
Originally, he was just asking for an exorbitant price and had to pay back the money. This one million kilograms of grain was almost what he expected at the time.
After all, Fatty Hong also knows that the severe cold at the beginning of this year not only affected Shandong, but also Shanxi, Henan, Hebei, and even the wealthy Jiangnan were all affected to a greater or lesser extent.
Even in Chang'an, under the Emperor's feet, food prices have increased countless times compared to previous years!
Under such circumstances, one million grains could be transported. Only a man like Xiao Han, who was wealthy and had close connections with wealthy people from all over the south of the Yangtze River, could afford such a big deal.
If it were another person, even a prince, it would be difficult to collect such a large sum of money.
After discussing the amount of food, the banquet where they had just slapped the table immediately returned to the happy atmosphere where the guests and hosts were having fun at the beginning. This inevitably made Master Liu and others so shocked that their jaws almost dropped again, and they even poured tea and water in their hands.
All the work was forgotten.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the atmosphere at the table seemed to have reached a climax.
Skillfully peeling off a shrimp, dipped it in ginger and vinegar sauce and threw it into his mouth. Feeling the indescribable delicious taste on the tip of his tongue, Xiao Han let out a sigh of relief and said to Fatty Hong:
"I'm telling you, Fatty, you can't do it by just relying on charity here! You have to save yourself! When we came here, we saw that the land outside the city was deserted, so don't you plan on letting people plant it?"
Fatty Hong observed his words and saw that Xiao Han seemed to like the plate of shrimp very much. He quickly brought it over and placed it in front of Xiao Han, and then replied: "The land will not be left bare, but with the current solar term, it is too late to plant food.
If you don’t wait until you grow up, you will freeze to death in the winter!
So the official decided to wait a little longer. In autumn, the wasteland would be burned with fire, and then people would plow it and plant winter wheat so that they could harvest a crop the following spring.
food."
"Oh?" Liu Hongji across the table heard this and asked with some confusion: "Why is it so troublesome? Didn't you plant some grain before and harvest it after this autumn? Why didn't you open up the wasteland in the first place?
Plant them together? Then you don’t have to wait until next year, and you can eat the food you grow this year?”
"Hey...my lord!"
At this moment, Fatty Hong cupped his hands to Liu Hongji with a bit of laughter and said: "You don't know something! When we planted those grains, it was the most difficult time for Dengzhou City! Even if people died of hunger all over the place, it wouldn't matter.
Come on! People are so hungry that they can’t even walk. How can they have so much energy to open up wasteland and take care of food? Besides, even if you want to plant it, you don’t have that many seeds!
As for the land outside the city, it was the lower officials who used all their strength to supply most of the disaster relief food to those who worked in the fields. This land was barely planted!"
"Is this... like this?" When Liu Hongji heard this, he realized that he seemed to have made a common-sense mistake. He laughed hurriedly and shut up and said no more.
