"Sir! I just had a servant come to report that the front door of the government office is now surrounded by people." The steward's heart was beating like thunder and his face was full of sorrow.
"What's going on? What are they going to do?" Ju Haoming asked slightly surprised, but the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.
"They are all buying rice!" the manager said through gritted teeth.
Ju Haoming suddenly stood up from his chair, "Can't wait any longer!"
He thought for a while, stood behind the desk again, and picked up his pen.
For a time, there was a lot of excitement in front of the Yajiao Gate of Yingnan Mansion. Some people were holding rice bags, some were holding dustpans, and a long queue formed in front of the door.
"Everyone, please line up, but don't be crowded. One household is limited to buying two kilograms of brown rice."
A yamen servant shouted in front of the yamen corner door, scooped up half a liter of brown rice, and put the rice into the man's cloth bag.
A government official next to him was holding household registration files, checking each household one by one, and then registering them in the register.
"Come on, ten coins!" The yamen servant stretched out his hand, took ten copper coins from a commoner, glanced at them briefly, and threw them into the wooden box behind him.
Gu Chengyu looked at the scene here from a distance. When he saw a few people in the crowd poking their heads and no one carrying rice buying tools, he raised his eyebrows, "Quickly!"
Soon!
"Sir, how long will it take for us to do this?" Ming Mo looked at the long queue of people, her hair almost turned white with worry.
Looking at the adult next to him, he actually had curved eyebrows and was in a good mood. He couldn't help but feel the veins on his head bulging. Why wasn't the adult in a hurry?
"It will take at least five days!" Gu Chengyu stretched out three fingers and shook the folding fan in his hand.
Ming Mo suddenly cried and said, "Then the grain depot must not be half empty?"
Gu Chengyu nodded heavily, "Yeah! Anyway, it's just old sesame seeds and rotten millet. We have done a good thing."
Then, Gu Chengyu flicked her sleeves in a good mood, feeling sleepy! Go to sleep!
Ming Mo's face was full of helplessness. Doing a good deed? Is this a good deed? Maybe he will be beheaded!
Looking at his master's retreating back, Ming Mo could only sigh and touched his head. Fortunately, his head was strong on his shoulders!
"Master, it's not good!"
An entourage rushed to the outer study room, where Xia Mingqun was chatting happily with a richly dressed gentleman. Seeing that the entourage was not only running rampant, but also making noises, Xia Mingqun's face couldn't help but darken.
"What are you yelling about? Didn't you see that I have a distinguished guest here? Why are you so unruly?"
Xia Mingqun glared at the entourage who had already run into the study and yelled loudly.
These people who don't understand the rules, he was discussing business at the moment, and they barged in like this. It was simply unreasonable.
The attendant was frightened by his master's violent drinking. When there were distinguished guests in the room, he couldn't help but curse in secret.
Didn’t the master himself say that as long as there is any news about the Imperial Envoy, he would report it to him as soon as possible?
They also said that there was no need to report, and that reports must be made immediately no matter when.
The follower felt aggrieved, but did not dare to show it on his face.
"What's the matter?" Xia Mingqun suppressed the anger in his heart and asked in a deep voice.
"Sir! There are many people gathered in front of the government office, and they are all buying rice!"
"Buying rice grain? What kind of rice grain are you buying? Where does the rice grain come from?" Xia Mingqun's expression condensed, and then he frowned.
He just returned home today and is still unaware of Gu Chengyu's previous actions.
"Sir! The imperial envoy got a lot of grain from other prefectures. Not only did he advance wages to the victims, but he also sold their grain. Even the people in the city ran to the corner gate of the government office to buy rice. The imperial envoy went
Your Excellency has said that from today onwards, ordinary people can buy rice at the Yajiao Gate, but each household is limited to one pound."
"What? How much does he sell it for per pound?" Xia Mingqun's eyes widened and he breathed heavily.
"Ten coins!" The attendant said a number that shocked and despaired Xia Mingqun.
"Ten articles?" Xia Mingqun gritted his teeth and asked in disbelief.
"Is it millet?" he asked without giving up, and then stared closely at the follower, hoping to hear the answer he wanted to hear from his mouth.
"It's brown rice!"
"Crazy, absolutely crazy! Wouldn't Shiwen lose money to death?" Xia Mingqun felt that Gu Chengyu was simply a lunatic. What was he trying to do?
Is it just for political achievements? But Gu Chengyu had just been promoted not long ago. Even if he perfected the disaster relief, he would not be promoted in a short time. Why did he have to worry so much?
There are hundreds of civil and military officials in the entire dynasty, but there are very few serious officials. Who doesn’t know how to keep a thin line in life so that they can meet each other easily in the future? Protecting oneself has always been something those officials often do. Why should Gu Chengyu be different?
Could it be that Gu Chengyu plans to completely offend the Xia family? Wait and see! Gu Chengyu, this time the knot is bigger.
Nowadays, even harvesting rice costs thirty cents per liter. Gu Chengyu's unhulled brown rice only sells for ten cents.
He didn't believe that the price of rice in other nearby state capitals had not increased. Is Gu Chengyu trying to make a profit at a loss? No, Gu Chengyu did not lose money!
Because he took the money donated by their merchants and squandered it wantonly.
What is hateful is that the Xia family actually paid back more than half of the money. In other words, Gu Chengyu used the money provided by the Xia family to create trouble for the Xia family.
Another man in the room looked very ugly when he heard this, "Chief Xia, what are your plans for this millet? Do you want it or don't you want it? If you don't have this plan anymore, I will sell it to someone else."
This person was a little anxious, fearing that Xia Mingqun would go back on his word and give up the grain.
This is five thousand dan! He traveled to many places to get this much food.
The man was worried that Xia Mingqun would regret it and give up.
Xia Mingqun turned around and looked at the man, and suddenly hesitated in his heart.
Gu Chengyu sold the grain at such a low price. If he bought the millet at the price just mentioned, wouldn't he lose all his money?
After all, Gu Chengyu's brown rice only sells for ten cents per catty. If he sells it too expensive, who will buy his grain?
But if he didn't sell it more expensively, he would lose money. Unfortunately, the price of the millet he collected before was much more expensive than before. How much money would he have to pay in compensation? He had collected 20,000 shi.
When Xia Mingqun thought of this, he suddenly became panicked.
Seeing that Xia Mingqun was obviously hesitant, the man changed his mind and said immediately, "Clan Chief Xia, I think Master Gu's behavior is very suspicious! You see, they will definitely only go to nearby state capitals, but those state capitals can buy
Is there so much cheap food? If I buy more, will the price rise?"
Xia Mingqun couldn't help but nodded when he heard this. This is indeed the truth. Merchants value profits, who cares whether you sell to disaster victims? They just want to make money.