In the next two days, Wang Zi'an demonstrated the true nature of salted fish to the fullest.
The windows have been replaced with large double-glazed windows. The work was done by Uncle Hong, who is as solid and reliable as ever. He is the only carpenter in the village and one of the leaders of the village's construction team. He is building a house in a nearby village.
Everyone who sells furniture comes to him.
When he had nothing to do, he hugged the tea cup and lay comfortably on the rocking chair under the window. He was rocking up and down for a while. His eyes were looking through the window, over the eaves, through the treetops and the smoke from the neighbor's chimney, looking at the gloomy
Thick sky.
Listening to the morning bells and evening drums from the top of the city and the late night watch from a distance, I felt more at ease than ever before.
However, the past two days in Chang'an City have been like a boiling pot.
The changes in the situation are dizzying.
Just after the news that the official warehouses were exhausted leaked out that afternoon, the imperial court officially announced that the grain from Jianghuai had arrived in Chang'an, and the imperial court would continue to open warehouses to sell grain, so that the people did not have to worry about food shortages.
Soon, a large number of people witnessed with their own eyes that a large number of grain convoys came to Beijing, and convoys continued to stream outside the Yanxi Gate.
Many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
What Your Majesty said turned out to be true.
That's good.
Otherwise, there will probably be a big problem in Chang'an City.
But there were also many people who were immediately confused.
Almost all the strength was mobilized, and the food was just transported over at a huge cost under the pressure of heavy snow. Has the food for the court arrived?
Many big grain merchants who were still enjoying themselves in Pingkangfang couldn't sit still anymore. They picked up their pants and left one after another, ignoring the coquettishness of the girls in their arms.
Seeing the cart after cart of grain coming in through the Yanxi Gate, everyone's expressions suddenly turned bad.
Juxian Building.
Cui Hong, the head of the Cui family, who was drinking with some old friends, couldn't help but feel slightly startled when he heard the low return from his personal servant. Then he sneered and put down his wine glass gently.
"Tell them to be patient - given the weather like this, food from the Jianghuai River cannot come so quickly. Even if it can be transported, it may not be enough. It's just a bluff to calm people's hearts. If there is really food, why bother to do it?
Such a huge momentum..."
The boy nodded immediately and stepped back gently.
The middle-aged man opposite asked with a smile on his face, holding a wine glass.
"Brother Cui is still so calculating..."
Cui Hong waved his hand humbly.
"Brother Zheng is a miser, he is just a miser, guarding the property of his ancestors and doing nothing but making ends meet..."
"same……"
Immediately, the two people looked at each other in tacit understanding and burst into hearty laughter.
Although he has not served as an official, no one in the court dares to deny him any respect.
The commoner prime minister is talking about us.
However, from the second day onwards, I gradually lost control.
The court's food selling stations were opened one after another, and the food from the court continued to pour in. Seeing that they could still buy food at a reasonable price, the enthusiasm of the people in Chang'an City to buy food slowly decreased.
This time, some people really couldn't sit still.
Thirteen large grain companies in the capital began to collect grain quietly. It was just a bluff. Is it possible that the grain can fly over on its own?
Even if we go through all the trouble, we can transport grain from the Jianghuai River, how much can we transport, and how much does it cost?
Does the imperial court have that ability?
However, at noon the next day, someone noticed something was wrong.
The court acted as if they didn't notice these little tricks. They sold as much as they wanted without checking, asking, or stopping them.
Many people began to beat the drum in their hearts, and slowly withdrew from the army of buying grain, and began to choose to wait and see.
In the afternoon of the same day, news came from other places that a large number of strange grain transport vehicles appeared on the Bianhe River. They were neither boats nor vehicles. They could travel on the ice and run as fast as lightning. There was also a kind of food transport vehicle that could be transported on the snow.
The strange tool of food was dragging people to Chang'an.
This news became the straw that broke the camel's back.
Thirteen grain merchants in Chang'an were still able to maintain their composure, but the grain merchants who came from other places were the first to be confused. Many people began to meet with each other and discuss, and they stayed up all night anxiously.
Cui family.
Cui Hong looked at these grain merchants from various places who kept coming to visit with an indifferent expression.
"We are all in business, so we naturally understand the principle of buying low and selling high. Food is not livestock. It will last for a few days..."
If you go too far, you can't say too much, as it will violate taboos, so you can only express your attitude tactfully. After all, the Cui family doesn't have the guts to raise the table with the court.
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The Duke's Mansion of Qi.
Changsun Wuji, who was returning home from the next court, looked gloomy and uncertain after hearing the report from his shopkeeper.
No wonder His Majesty dared to be so bold this time, it turned out that he was hiding such a trump card.
Although he still didn't know what kind of tool it was that was neither a boat nor a car, and only required a strong man holding a pennant to speed across the ice on the river, but he already knew that this was probably not a mistake.
Otherwise, with His Majesty's temperament, it would be impossible for him to do such a crazy act of opening a warehouse to sell grain and not rejecting anyone who comes.
"Is this the work of some Wang Zi'an? He is indeed a formidable person -"
Changsun Wuji's eyes flashed, looking in the direction of Dongshan.
When did Chang'an City gain such a talented person with a beautiful mind? I didn't even notice it before.
This single move is enough to inflict heavy losses on families such as those in Guanzhong and Shandong that started with food. Your Majesty's acquisition of this person is like King Wen's acquisition of Jiang Shang, or Duke Huan of Qi's encounter with Guan Zhong.
If this person gets up, will there still be a place for me, Changsun Wuji, in this court?
Looking at the night outside the window, Changsun Wuji's eyes were deep and dark, showing no emotion or anger. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"Its rise is rapid, and its demise is sudden. Do young people underestimate the people of the world? Do they really think that relying on Your Majesty, they can fight against the world's aristocratic families with their own strength? It's a pity, it's a pity, this talent is
, but they want to destroy themselves..."
Thinking of this, Changsun Wuji shook his head regretfully.
With this sword strike, there will be no way back for Wang Zi'an.
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Changsun Wuji couldn't help but sigh, turned around and gave calm instructions to the waiting shopkeeper.
"We can just wait and see what happens. It's a good thing that Your Majesty has a backup plan. The Tang Dynasty cannot be in chaos now. However, the price of grain in Chang'an will not change much recently. Your Majesty cannot always open the official warehouse to sell grain."
When he said this, Changsun Wuji's narrow eyes flashed with light, and his voice was firm and authentic.
"In the end, the price of grain in Chang'an will ultimately depend on these grain merchants. They are here, and they have made such a big fuss. How can they give up if they are not allowed to take a bite of meat... Select a group of capable people as soon as possible..."
Shopkeeper, I won another small amount of gadgets for my family..."
Having said this, Changsun Wuji couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth, showing a rare hint of amusement.
Two days have passed. Although the grain market in Chang'an has changed again and again, there will never be a big price fluctuation in a short period of time.
This wave of bets is safe.
The Coal Company is definitely a big business that is not inferior to that of salt and iron, and it can be a rich family fortune that can be passed on to future generations.
Wang Zi'an, you are truly a noble person of our eldest grandson family.
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"Zian, you are truly a noble person to all of us!"
Wang Zi'an's small courtyard had an extra group of visitors tonight.
Uncle Wen, Uncle Hong, Uncle Shuan, Uncle Zhang, and Brother Da Zhuang from the village construction team, all the "giants" in the village gathered around Wang Zi'an's stove with excitement on their faces, discussing relationships.
Village planning is a major event that happens in a village.
PS: There will be two updates first, 4,500 words. There will be a third update, around 11:30. I don’t know how to do it, but it’s too late, so I don’t recommend waiting.