"Where are you going to take me, senior brother?"
"You'll find out when you go."
"Let me guess... Well, it couldn't be Mipu, right?"
Ouyang Rong walked in front and chuckled, saying nothing.
"Senior brother, thank you for your trouble."
Xie Ling Jiang Xiaoyin:
"But junior sister, I go to the morning market every day. Today, the price of grain at some rice shops in the East Market has dropped back to before senior brother relaxed the price limit order, and even dropped slightly... fifteen yuan a dou!"
She clenched her fists and wrinkled her nose, "Humph, those profiteers are rushing to take action, they deserve it!"
"What's the price like?" Ouyang Rong shook his head, "Besides, it's not a rice shop."
Xie Lingjiang was curious, "Oh?"
Ouyang Rong said nothing and left the county government office with Xie Lingjiang. Before leaving the mansion, Liu Ashan appeared out of nowhere and silently followed the young county magistrate.
Xie Lingjiang was accustomed to this. He didn't know where his senior brother had found this tall, tall and dull man with tattoos, and now he was his long-term follower.
Ouyang Rong, Xie Lingjiang, and Liu Ashan left Luming Street and walked toward the west of the county.
On the road.
Ouyang Rong suddenly said to Liu Ashan who was following him: "Thank you for your hard work."
The tall, thin man wearing a gray scarf to cover the ink letters on his forehead shook his head.
Xie Lingjiang didn't squint his eyes and said softly:
"Is everything really burned?"
"Junior sister, do you think it's a little dirty?"
"No, I feel sorry for food. We are short of food now. One thousand dan can save many people."
"One thousand dan must be burned. And now there is no shortage of food. There are more than 200,000 dan at the dock. There is no need for food for disaster relief. There is enough food for flood control. We can distribute some to Jiangzhou City later.
and neighboring counties.”
A certain young county magistrate muttered, pinched his slender fingers under his long sleeves, and nodded slightly:
"More than half of Jimincang's volume...it turns out that Jimincang is officially located in Longcheng."
He smiled.
It has been regarded as something in the bag.
Xie Lingjiang whispered:
"Senior brother is so ruthless... However, the food problem cannot be easily solved without being ruthless. I believe Mr. Shen from Jiangzhou will be very pleased that he chose to believe in senior brother."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, "Actually, I'm still soft-hearted. They are not as ruthless as the Liu family, otherwise it would have been another clean and tidy situation."
He rubbed his face, turned around and asked, "Junior sister, believe it or not, some of the things she said just now in the lobby were indeed quite sincere."
"What words?"
"I'm really grateful to them."
"..." Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but laugh, "That senior brother just burned it when he told me to do it. I think it scared people."
"But Shopkeeper Li's grain, Liu Lang will eventually 'find' it back, and a lot of it will be his."
"Senior brother, do you dislike the businessman named Ma?"
"no."
Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"Shopkeeper Ma and Shopkeeper Li are two kinds of people. Shopkeeper Ma is hard and Shopkeeper Li is soft. To deal with the hard ones, you have to be harder, and to deal with the soft ones, you have to be hard first and then soft. Therefore, a thousand kilo of grain must be burned. The cleaner it is, the better it will be."
good."
"Where is my younger brother? Are you going to be hard or soft?" Xie Lingjiang asked curiously.
"No need to come, he is a smart man."
Ouyang Rong walked in front and said casually:
"Just wait, wait a few more days, and some of them will slowly react. One thousand dan of grain can spontaneously ignite, so can the 200,000 dan of grain at the dock. The grain transported out of the city can be robbed by unscrupulous people, then
The granaries in Penglangdu can also be robbed by unscrupulous people. We already have soft and hard measures in front of us, and these grain merchants know how to choose."
Xie Lingjiang silently looked at his senior brother's back.
"arrive."
At a street intersection in the west of the city, Ouyang Rong stopped, turned sideways, and signaled to his junior sister.
The latter was stunned, "This is... a porridge shed?"
"Guess whose house it belongs to."
"Liu...home."
"Let's go and get some of Liu Dashanren's porridge to drink, and take advantage of the last few days of business." The young county magistrate in regular clothes smiled and walked away first.
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but take a look at the porridge shed where porridge was distributed for charity. It looked ordinary, but there was a nursery next to the porridge shed, which seemed to be connected together and was run by the Liu family.
In her impression, it was the Liu family who had always insisted on setting up tents and serving porridge in Longcheng County. This made Xie Lingjiang hate some people in the Liu family who were against his senior brother, but he still had some reservations about this kind act.
When she was studying in the academy, she had heard or seen some gentry and landlords who distributed porridge during times of disaster. At that time, she felt that there may be many rich and unkind people in the world, but there were still some good landlords.
"Why did senior brother say it was going to close down?"
“If we can’t make money, we will go bankrupt.”
Ouyang Rong queued up to receive a bowl of porridge, thanked him with a smile, and walked aside with Xie Lingjiang.
He glanced at the unsustainable nursery next to him, then looked down at the bowl, and muttered: "It's even rarer than the last time I came here. It seems that I really can't make much money... It's a pity, the disaster in our Dragon City is not serious yet."
.”
Ouyang Rong sounded regretful.
"What do you mean, make money?" Xie Lingjiang asked.
Ouyang Rong turned around and asked: "Little junior sister, do you know how much money such a simple porridge shed plus a nursery can earn in a disaster year after a drought or flood?"
Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt her teeth chattering uncontrollably. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "You, say."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head to take a sip of porridge and whispered:
"The good people usually build bridges and pave roads, and their good reputation spreads far and wide. When the disaster comes, they take the lead in assisting the government, building porridge sheds to hold pots to cook porridge, gathering the refugees, and hanging them half-dead with a bowl of gruel. Don't worry, these
The porridge will only become thinner and thinner, and when the refugees are so hungry that their limbs are weak and they are dizzy, they will be served hot white-flour steamed buns directly.
"People who are about to starve to death don't have much thinking ability. Seeing this kind of hot white steamed buns can make you red-eyed, and then throwing a few of them can make you lose your wealth. But this kind of steamed buns just looks delicious, but it is the most unpalatable.
Hungry, even if you should starve to death after eating, you still can't run away. After such a circle, you will use a sickle to cut off a wave of floating wealth.
"This alone is not enough. A good person sends Buddha to the west, and then sets up a nursery next to the porridge shed. Parents can entrust their infants and orphans to it before they starve to death. But a good person can't raise it for free for you. The house and land deeds are always
Let's entrust it together. It's called giving the child back when he grows up. But if the child doesn't live up to expectations, then it's no wonder that the good person is responsible.
"However, there are some kind people who raise orphans, but they can't run away as slaves. They have to work as cows and horses to repay the kindness of raising them, right? If the orphans are older, it would be a good deal to sell them directly as slaves.
Money. Hey, let’s put it this way, some good people preach that ‘the merits of having more than 10,000 live babies in the past few decades are immeasurable’ are not entirely false.”
After hearing this, Xie Lingjiang felt cold all over and couldn't help but said: "I have a question, why don't they buy their own food when they are obviously rich?"
Ouyang Rong said softly:
"The reason why disaster years are disaster years is because even if you have money, you can't buy food, so you can only guard your houses and fields. And if the good people have more energy, they can take the government's disaster relief food and put it in their own porridge sheds.
Together with other squire grain dealers, they closed their doors and refused to sell...Now you know why Liu Dashan has been flooded every year and has become rich every year."
"Then Dragon City..."
"In the past disaster years in Dragon City, I didn't know that this year's flood... I just left Donglin Temple and went down the mountain to the city. The Liu family's porridge shed and nursery were very popular, and even the Yamen's disaster relief food
Some of them are serving porridge here.”
Xie Lingjiang was silent for a long time.
"After my senior brother took office, he instead built a disaster relief camp on the outskirts of the city to distribute food for free. Wouldn't that cut off the Liu family's financial resources?"
"That's not entirely true. Liu Dashanren's sickles are all those in the city that have some extra money. Those in the suburbs are poor people who have had their fields flooded and have fled from all directions. In other words, they have already been harvested. Liu Dashanren
We are not interested in these poor people, and our county government’s disaster relief food can only protect these people.”
Ouyang Rong said seriously again:
"So I said, I am very grateful to Qin Shidi and these foreign grain merchants. At least they brought grain to sell, so the price is higher. Instead of letting the entire grain market in Longcheng be controlled by Liu Ziwen and the others.
.”
Although she was standing under the noon sun, the porridge was still hot in her hands, but Xie Lingjiang felt her hands and feet were cold. She looked at the porridge shed and the nursery in front of her, and her eyes were full of skeletons and hungry corpses.
Ouyang Rong said nothing, knowing that a certain junior sister could not accept it for a while.
He waited for a while, turned around and tried his best to smile, and said in a relaxed tone:
"But soon, your senior brother and I are really going to completely offend the Liu family. The price of food is still very high right now, and the nursery still has some free money to cut. I can cheat by pretending to be a good person, but the price of food in a few days... well, little junior sister, hurry up
While it’s hot, cherish the limited edition porridge before it closed down.”
The junior sister still lowered her head and remained silent.
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and reached out to take the bowl in her hand. However, when he was grabbing the bowl, he accidentally touched the back of his junior sister Bai Shengsheng's hand. He suddenly retracted his hand with a look of surprise on his face. At the same time, he caught a glimpse of red light flashing across the back of her hand. He lowered his head.
He glanced at the pricked red fingertip, which seemed to have been pricked by something sharp, but there was no blood.
"Junior sister, why do you still have thorns?" Is it a rose?
"I'm sorry...senior brother."
Xie Lingjiang couldn't control the anger in his body, so he raised his hand to take his finger for inspection, but he retracted it halfway.
She raised her head with red eyes and apologized: "I shouldn't have said those angry words during a quarrel a few days ago. I didn't know at the time that the so-called good people, the elegant words in the books such as Zhu Sheng, were actually such bloody and cruel people.
scene."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, "It's okay, are you not in a good condition..."
Xie Ling Jianghu said: "Didn't Senior Brother ask before, what is the seventh level of the scholar's Taoism?"
Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, but Xie Lingjiang had already spoken:
"Book-turner."
"There is a huge difference between the seventh and eighth grades. The former directly enters the middle-grade Qi practitioner, Zhu Fei's spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy is released, but this is also an extremely difficult gap to cross...
"My father once said that a gentleman is a man who reads thousands of books, but those who read books... only read books, not read them. I never knew what this meant before, but now... I suddenly understand."
Xie Lingjiang tilted his head and sniffed, "My realm just moved."
"This is a happy event." Ouyang Rong smiled, "Then let's add another happy event."
He turned around and said, "Ah Shan."
"exist."
"Inform the other side that we are going to open a warehouse. From today on, we will put our stored grains on the market. The price will be determined first..." The young county magistrate smiled sheepishly, "Let me give you a fraction of the market price. Five cents a dou means.
I mean, let’s celebrate my little junior sister.”
"Yes!" Liu Ashan responded and left.
A certain noble lady of the Xie family quietly glanced at the young county magistrate who smiled like a spring breeze, and couldn't help shouting: