It's not that Lin Chong doesn't sell grain to the rich, but it's just that both the poor and the rich have to limit it. If it's just an ordinary family of three receiving this grain, there will be no problem if they want to survive.
But if a large family needs to support a large number of people, then this amount of food is far from enough, and they can only choose higher-priced food stores.
This not only solves the livelihood problem of the poor, but also maintains the normal operation of grain stores and ensures disaster relief and tax collection. Lin Chong couldn't help but praise himself. How could he come up with such a good idea? It's so smart.
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Lin Chong's move is called standing on the shoulders of giants to pick apples. He actually just used the experience of his predecessors. It's just that a method that seems wrong in one era is very likely to be wrong in another era.
It is the key to solving the problem at hand.
After the food stamps were settled, the Ministry of Household Affairs began to distribute them to each household. Soon, people came to buy food with food stamps. The price Lin Chong gave was lower than the price at the rice shop before. This was because he had considered the previous period.
Several major grain stores have been raising prices against each other for a long time, which has wasted the people and money. Now all he has to do is to appease the people to the greatest extent, and at the same time, he also has to ensure the war supplies ahead.
More and more people are buying grain by ticket, and under Ni Yuanlu's supervision, rich people cannot take advantage of the loopholes. In desperation, more and more big families have to buy high-priced grain from grain stores.
At the same time, because a series of preferential policies were released before, and there were no natural or man-made disasters this year, the harvests in various places were very good, and grain merchants from other places quickly heard the news and gathered in the capital.
The prices in the grain stores slowly began to drop. At this point, the incident of those Mongolian businessmen coming to purchase farm tools finally came to an end, with a relatively good result, and their conspiracy failed.
Lin Chong's proper handling of this matter successfully delayed the defeat of the war for several months. Of course, this is a story for another day.
After the price of food stabilized, Lin Chong's attention was drawn back to the palace. Originally, he also liked having someone take care of the government affairs in the palace for him. He went to live a wealthy and leisurely life, eating and drinking as he should. Unfortunately for him
This is what I think, but others may not be able to accept this idea.
Lin Chong had already endured to the limit the fact that someone was always poisoning him when he was eating, he was assassinated every time he went to the hut, and he was woken up in the middle of his sleep. He felt that if he continued like this, he would soon suffer from schizophrenia. In order to ensure his safety and health, he
, Lin Chong had to find a way to rectify King Xiang.
The first person to suffer was Xiao Dezi. King Xiang had already become suspicious of his previous frequent contacts with Wang Chengen. However, the information he provided was always correct, and he had never concealed Wang Chengen's solicitation of him.
This meant that King Xiang continued to appoint him with doubts.
Two hours had passed since the appointed hour, and there was still no sign of Xiao Dezi. Prince Xiang was calmly drinking tea and practicing calligraphy, occasionally tapping the table with his fingers.
Although he seemed calm and not in a hurry now, he actually had many questions in his mind. Why didn't he come after so long? Xiao Dezi had never been late for so long before. Was there something else that happened?
Has he lived, or has he been discovered? If he has been discovered, should he take the first step and deal with him?
In fact, what even the black figure behind the screen didn't know was that the reason why King Xiang was willing to continue using Xiao Dezi despite his doubts and finally believed that he would not betray him was not because of what he had promised him.
How tempting things are to him, certainly not because of his belief in his loyalty.
King Xiang himself considered himself a romantic man, and his favorite things in his life were antiques, calligraphy and paintings, but in his heart he did not believe in those so-called loyal people at all. He preferred to believe in things tied together with interests and threats.
Xiao Dezi still has the Mother Gu that he planted on him. He has absolutely no way to take this thing out. As long as the Mother Gu is still in his hands, Xiao Dezi will never dare to betray him easily.
Zimu Gu must take the antidote every month to suppress Zigu, otherwise he will be in agony. If Xiao Dezi really betrays him, then the day he needs to take the antidote this month will be the day he dies.
Although Xiao Dezi has provided King Xiang with a lot of information about the emperor for such a long time, he has never told anyone about King Xiang's own plans, including the shadow who said that good ministers choose their masters.
He is still not sure whether the other party really wants to help him, or to a large extent, he must still have a way out. King Xiang is not willing to cooperate with someone who has a way out. That will remind him of some unpleasant things.
The past and some people I don’t want to think about again.
He waited from noon to evening that day without even eating. As a result, there was still no news about Xiao Dezi. What surprised him was that none of the people he had made an appointment to meet today came.
Not only Xiao Dezi, but also the dark figure has disappeared for some unknown reason. There has been no news from him for many days.
King Xiang felt a little impatient. He had ruined three paintings today, which was a unique thing for him. He put down the pen in his hand and planned to go out for some fresh air.
The person who was responsible for monitoring his stuff factory was hiding quietly in the overlapping trees and recorded his actions bit by bit.
At the same time, Qingzhou Prefecture, thousands of miles away.
A young boy in blue lay leisurely on a tree trunk that had been cleared of snow, looking at the sky. He boredly picked out the plum petals in his hands and threw them down.
A group of servants were guarding the tree nervously, staring at the person on the tree without even blinking, for fear that he might accidentally fall down and something would happen.
The person on the tree seemed not to notice them, and was still swinging his two long legs to tear the petals carelessly. A guard came trotting over from outside the door, and knelt under the tree, but did not dare to speak for a long time.
After waiting for a while, the boy seemed tired of playing and seemed to have just seen the person under the tree. He slid down from the tree lightly.
He patted the soil and melted snow on his hands, threw away the flowers that had not yet been torn, and walked into the house. He refused to sit on the chair and leaned against the table casually: "Today
You're doing well, tell me what's wrong."
The guard seemed relieved to be praised and quickly presented the letter in his hands: "Your Majesty, this is a letter from Hanzhong."