The price of grain in Jincheng in the third year of Jianxing of the Han Dynasty makes people feel a little strange.

It had only been three months since the prime minister led his army south, and news of the pacification of Zoke County and Yueqi County came one after another. As a result, the price of grain in Jincheng, which had just been harvested for summer grain, was one baht lower than last year.

After all, there was a man called Feng Dianzi in Hanzhong last year who was working hard to collect grain, which kept grain prices from falling.

This year is different. After nearly two years of reclamation, Hanzhong has begun to produce grain.

I heard that Madman Feng went to ask the Prime Minister again and asked Chenggu County to supply grain to Nanxiang County. This year, Nanxiang County's grain collection efforts are much smaller than last year.

Last year, Hanzhong raised the price to collect grain, but this year it collected it at the market price.

Love sells or not!

This made many wealthy families in Shu County couldn't help but secretly rejoice: Damn it, I finally got it right once, and this time I wasn't tricked to death by Zhuge Villager and Feng Dianzi.

In the past two years, I was tricked three or four times in a row. Not to mention bleeding heavily, some people even had their livers almost exploded.

This year we won’t say anything about raising food prices, just do whatever you like.

The reason why these grain prices are weird is because, for some reason, rice and wheat have not been able to rise, but the price of soybeans is rising every day, which is much higher than in previous years.

In the East Market of Jincheng, there is a very special noodle shop. The sign hanging on the door reads "ticket number". It was originally dedicated to those who came with woolen cloth tickets to exchange for woolen cloth.

Later, as woolen cloth bills became more and more popular in Jincheng, they gradually became the most popular circulating bills in Dongshi.

The people who come in and out of this shop on weekdays, with the lowest status, are all the stewards and shopkeepers of various noodle shops in the East City.

So someone noticed the popularity of this ticket number, and then bought a noodle shop and opened a new grain store next to the ticket number.

The price of black beans has been greatly increased by this newly opened grain store.

Not only did this grain store buy all the black beans from its counterpart store in Jincheng, but it also issued a notice saying that it would accept whatever the amount of black beans came in - even a small bag.

At noon that day, an old farmer timidly walked to the door of the grain store, peeked inside, and hesitated whether to go in.

"Old brother, do you want to buy or sell food?"

The shopkeeper inside was sharp-eyed and saw that the old farmer seemed to have something to do. He quickly came out and greeted him warmly. He was not as indifferent as other shopkeepers in other grain stores who saw him dressed like this.

The old farmer was barefoot, and although he was wearing linen clothes, he still had a bamboo hat on his back. At a glance, he knew he had come from the countryside to the city.

"If you don't buy food, you won't buy food."

The old farmer waved his hand quickly.

"So, old brother, are you going to sell grain?"

The shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"Sell...or not...just take a look..."

The old farmer was a little hesitant, his eyes were evasive, and he couldn't speak clearly.

After hearing this, the shopkeeper was not angry. He turned around and shouted, "San'er, bring me a bowl of water. Remember to dry it."

The waiter inside heard this, responded, and quickly poured a bowl of boiled water and sent it out the door.

"Old brother, it's a sunny day. Let's drink some water first."

"thanks, thanks."

The old farmer took it and drank it all in one gulp. He almost choked, as if he was being urged to drink.

After finishing the drink, I finally calmed down a little, and then I dared to point to the big notice at the door and asked, "May I ask the shopkeeper, do you accept black beans here?"

"Take it, brother, do you have black beans in your hand?"

The shopkeeper took the bowl and asked.

"It's only two stones, how about it?"

The old farmer's face was a little hot and he didn't dare to look at the shopkeeper. He probably felt it was a bit embarrassing to say this in front of such a big grain store.

"It works! Why not?"

The shopkeeper smiled heartily and said, "We charge any amount, all at the same price."

"Is this true?"

The old farmer asked in disbelief.

"It's clearly written above, how could it be untrue?"

"Okay! Wait a moment, shopkeeper, I'll get it right away!"

The old farmer didn't expect that things would go so smoothly. He nodded repeatedly, turned around and ran away.

After a while, the old farmer came back, followed by three young men. Each young man carried two bags of things on his shoulders, which seemed to be black beans.

"San'er, boil the black beans and pour a few bowls of water out."

The shopkeeper saw it and shouted inside again.

"Brother, do you have a lot of land at home? How come you harvest so many black beans?"

The shopkeeper brought the old farmer into the store and chatted with him while he was being greeted.

"No more, no more."

The old farmer sold the beans, with a smile on his face, "Didn't the government let us use the curved shaft plow in the past two years? That thing worked so well. The family worked hard for two years and opened some new land."

"You don't need to pay for grain in the new land. It doesn't matter if other grains don't grow well, it might be a waste of grain. But this is different. If you plant it in the new land, it can also grow seeds, so it is harvested in vain."

The old farmer said with joy on his face, "I thought that these black beans would be enough to fill my stomach, but I heard someone said a few days ago that the price of black beans is quite high in this city. So I came here.

I tried my luck and asked many grain stores before I found it."

"The price of black beans this year has doubled compared to previous years. This old man is so lucky!" The shopkeeper raised his thumb, "He is a good farmer."

When the old farmer heard this, his face turned into a chrysanthemum smile, and he kept saying modestly, "It's just a blind planting, it happened by chance."

"Haha, brother, you don't have to be like this. I also know a little about the ways here." The shopkeeper lowered his voice and said, "It's much better to grow beans and grain in this new land than to grow grain directly! Yes!

Not too?"

The old farmer was startled. He looked around and saw that all the clerks in the store were busy and didn't look at this side at all. Then he glanced at the shopkeeper hesitantly and said, "The shopkeeper... you used to farm too?"

This was something he had only discovered after years of farming. He had never told anyone else, and only his brothers in his own family knew this truth.

These black beans are not from my own family, but my brothers and my family came together to have so many.

The shopkeeper made a gesture and pointed to the north, "Old brother, I don't know. There are people in Hanzhong in the north who have been teaching this way for the past two years."

"Not many people believed it at first, but later on, as long as they planted beans and then planted grains, the grains in the fields last year were better than those grown in other fields. So this year, all newly opened fields in Hanzhong were planted first.

Beans, and then plant grain the next year.”

"Anyone who has been to Hanzhong knows this. It's a pity that not many people who went to open up wasteland in the past two years believed this. Otherwise, my brother's black beans would not be sold at this price this year."

The shopkeeper explained to the old farmer.

I chatted with the shopkeeper for a few words and saw that the other person was friendly, so the old farmer let go.

Hearing this, the old farmer was still a little doubtful, "Is Hanzhong in the north really so cultivated like this? There are also many big families in Jincheng who are opening up wasteland. Why haven't I heard the government mention this matter?"

The shopkeeper chuckled, coughed again, and said vaguely, "Who knows?"

The beans were weighed very quickly, with a total of three stones and six buckets. It seems that the farmer just weighed the beans too low.

"Brother, do you want to exchange for food or get money?"

the shopkeeper asked.

"I don't need money. I'm digging food in the fields and I can't use the money." The old farmer waved his hands and said, "Just change it to millet. The boy in the family finally told me to collect some food and marry the girl back as soon as possible."

The price of black beans is now much more expensive than that of millet. You can exchange it for a lot more millet! Every time you go in and out, your family will have a lot more food, which is a good deal!

"Sure!"

After the old farmer and his family left with the millet, the shopkeeper immediately ordered his subordinates to take the beans to the back yard.

There are a lot of black beans piled up in the yard, which have been harvested these days. Many people are busy carrying the black beans out of the back door of the yard, where there are cars waiting.

As soon as they have loaded enough, the driver will shout and prepare to drive the beans to the warehouse outside the city.

There was also a door on the side of the yard that connected to the bank's backyard. The manager of the bank hurried over, sat in the car, and said, "Let's go!"

Then several cars squeaked and rushed out of the city.

When I went there, I was carrying beans and other grains, and when I came back, I was carrying woolen cloth shipped from Hanzhong. It was not an empty trip.

The warehouse is built on the edge of the river. Following the waterway south, you can quickly reach Bodao.

The Prime Minister's southern expedition took this waterway.

The manager of the ticket office followed the convoy to the warehouse outside the city, and then realized that something was wrong at the entrance of the warehouse today.

I saw a group of people standing there, and the manager of the warehouse was saying something respectfully to the leader.

The ticket manager was shocked and thought, who has such a big reputation?

Whether it's a ticket number, a grain store, or a warehouse, although the big and small managers here don't know everything about each other, they can still guess their general background.

I heard that the chief manager of this warehouse has a background in the palace!
To be continued...