Chapter 1271 Chapter 1271: A battle to determine the southwest (8) [Please vote for me]
Kang Guo, Feng Luo.
Despite the fact that Kang State and the Southwest Allied Forces were fighting each other and fighting fiercely, the territory was still peaceful. The capital of Fengluo was even more prosperous. The price of food in Buzhuang not only did not take advantage of the situation to skyrocket, but actually dropped by a penny. Fruit and vegetable products fluctuate a bit, not much.
The young scribe stopped at the door of a grain store.
His eyes fell on the hanging sign with today's grain prices.
"Such a handsome husband, but what do you want to buy?" The busboy did not dare to drive away the young man because of his attire, and whispered to the boss that such a big man was always at the door and refused to buy anything, which affected the business.
The boss rolled his eyes and waved his hand to indicate to the handyman to do his work. She would take care of him, with a very enthusiastic smile on his face. As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. If you want to make money in business, you must not only provide high quality and low prices, but also provide sufficient emotional value.
The young scribe pointed to the sign.
“This price is for this year’s new grain?”
In other areas, the price of food is three times that, and even three times the price is still unavailable. Whenever there is a war outside, grain merchants will take advantage of the chaos to raise the price, and the price can even be as high as twenty or thirty times. This place is the royal capital of Kang State, so it is really strange that food prices are so low.
The boss smiled and said: "How could it be new grain? The farmland in various parts of Gyeonggi Province has not yet been harvested, and this batch is from last year. Even though it is not new grain, it is produced in Heyin. It is of first-class grade and can be easily cooked with firewood. It’ll make people’s tongues swell.”
"Above grade?"
The boss smiled and said: "It's the best."
The young scribe is obviously not concerned about food evaluation, he is concerned about something else: "Xiaosheng is a foreigner who came here to study all the way. I heard that Kang State is at war with the southwest, and the frontline soldiers are indispensable for food. Why is the price of food in the country so low? ?”
The boss said blankly: "Is it low?"
Young scribe: "Very low."
The price made him want to buy and resell.
But the boss said: "The price of war has already gone up this year."
As he spoke, he sighed.
Although Kang State was frantically building bridges and roads, transportation still relied on oxen and horses. The scope of ordinary people's activities was limited, and merchants could travel farther, but they could not cope with the vast territory of Kang State. The boss had never been abroad in his life, and he knew nothing about news from other countries. many.
She had indeed heard from her parents that food was expensive in other places.
If you make a move, you can make a lot of money.
However, if you do this, you won't get the goods.
"The purchase cost is more than 30% higher."
Young scribe: "..."
No, since when did grain merchants have such a thing as conscience?
Aren’t they all taking advantage of the war to make a fortune?
He was afraid of being beaten, so he did not say this in front of his boss, but chose to test it tactfully. Unexpectedly, the boss waved his hands, and the face of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man was full of horror: "It can't be done, it can't be done. How can you, a gentleman, look at Jun, and your heart is so dark?"
The young scribe said that in some places, the price of food was sky-high. If she had a channel to collect a batch and sell it, the profit would be astonishingly high.
The boss's reaction surprised him: "The lady is not moved?"
"My heart can't move at all."
Seeing the young man bewildered, the boss thought that the young man was studying abroad, and a sense of responsibility and pride arose spontaneously.
Be patient and explain the reason to the other person.
Opening a grain store in Kangguo requires special official qualifications.
Qualified grain merchants cannot collect grain from ordinary people. They must go through first-hand official channels. The purchase price is stable and the quality is guaranteed. Except for Grade A rice grains, other grades are not allowed to be sold across state lines. The first time they are found, they will be fined and given a warning, and the second time they are found, their sales qualifications will be revoked. Of course, small-scale private transactions will not be affected, as long as the quota is not exceeded.
Grain stores also have standards for raising and lowering prices.
If the standard is exceeded, ordinary people can complain.
The young scribe frowned: "...So, farmers' farm output should be given priority to the government? Merchants can't harvest on a large scale? What kind of strange reason is this? Isn't it the government's final say to harvest more or less?"
"Lang Jun, that's not what the truth says."
The boss doesn't know the ways of the government, but she understands businessmen.
Merchants travel from north to south, have relatively many information channels, and are sensitive to grain prices. Those profiteers will falsify the weight of grain when harvesting, suppress prices, and delay payment. Of course, that doesn't mean those farmers are completely innocent.
In order to sell more money, some farmers will pass it off as good quality, and some unscrupulous people will just soak it in water or add stones. When merchants come to collect grain, the outermost grains are all good, but the deeper grains may be cheated if they are not inspected or not inspected carefully.
When the government collects taxes, it collects the grain, advances the money to the farmers, and the grain merchants collect the grain from the government, which saves both parties trouble. As for whether there is corruption in the government, isn't that all the business of the royal court? Common people don't understand anything else. They only need to know that grain stores have abundant supplies and stable prices, so they can buy whatever they want.
The young scribe still finds it incredible.
With the question in mind, he presented the greeting invitation he had prepared to Qifu Siyan, leaving his current whereabouts. The night is getting dark, and the nightlife in the royal capital has just begun. The young scribe looked at the crowds of people on the street, and heard a shadow murmuring in his ears.
"Why are there so many widows on the street?"
I wanted to ask the owner of the grain store just now when I saw him.
Mingming looked like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, so she had a widow's bun.
As more people pass by on the street, there are more and more women with hairstyles similar to buns, ranging from thirteen to fourteen, to thirty or forty. Despite her plain bun, her clothes are bright and exquisite, which makes her look very awkward. The young scribe did not answer, but just inquired all the way to a palace. He looked up at the plaque on the main entrance, his eyes suddenly enlightened. The shadow next to him also followed his gaze and said, "Your sister's house."
This is Lin Feng's mansion.
Not long after, a carriage drove from a distance and stopped at the main entrance. A middle-aged man in official uniform got out of the carriage.
Xuying looked at it carefully: "It looks a bit like An Zhi."
The young man said: "He is the fourth uncle."
His father's fourth brother, his fourth uncle.
Judging from this posture, Lin Tiao must have just returned from duty at the government office. Lin Feng wanted to support his great-grandfather, and his fourth uncle Lin Tiao also wanted to honor the old man. The whole family might as well live together, so that the grandfather and grandson could take care of each other. Lin Feng went to the front line, while Lin Tiao stayed in the capital.
Xuying looked at the mansion with the lanterns hanging high and sighed.
"The style of this house is worth a lot of money."
The slump they were looking for was not in a good location, but the price was not low. After asking around, they basically found this price. I heard that except for a few officials who were given houses and bought houses early, other officials rented houses in the royal capital, and the rent was not cheap.
Fortunately, official salaries also include rental subsidies.
The young scribe watched Lin Chao go in, then turned and left.
"Anzhi, aren't you going to meet your fourth uncle?"
"It's unnecessary. It's just causing trouble."
After casually having dinner at a restaurant on the street, when he returned to the cave, he saw someone preparing a carriage at the door and waiting for him. The decorations on the carriage are consistent with those of the Qi Palace, and the identity of the owner can be revealed.
"I have met Mr. Lin. My master has invited me."
The young man nodded: "I'm sorry."
As soon as Qi Shan came home from work, he saw a greeting card with the logo of the Gods Association. He looked at the signer, raised his eyebrows, and immediately ordered someone to pick him up. He wanted to see what the Central Branch wanted to do.
"May I ask your name?"
"Lin, Lin Su, courtesy name Anzhi."
When Qishan heard this last name, he suddenly remembered why it was familiar.
"Don't know where your ancestral home is?"
"Lingzhou."
"What is the relationship between Lin Langjun and the Lin family in Lingzhou?"
"That's my family."
These words verified Qishan's guess, and he was indeed a relative of Lin Feng. This person came from the central continent, and Lin did move to the central part of the country that year. Since he is a member of the Lin family, why did Lin Su go to his side instead of going to the Lin Mansion to recognize his ancestors?
Thinking of the content on the invitation, Qishan's eyes darkened.
"I wonder why Lin Langjun came to visit?"
After a busy day, Qi Shan just wants to wash up and go to bed quickly.
Even though everything was going smoothly in Kang State, there were a lot of trivial matters, and during the period when he was appointed to supervise the country, he had lost twice as much weight. As soon as his eyes are open, he is on high, and as soon as he closes his eyes, he is dreaming. Lord, if they don't come back, he feels that he can see the end of his life at a glance. Supervising the country was such a boring and hard work, Qi Shan couldn't help but pity Qin Li, Gu Chi and Chu Yao back then.
How did these people survive?
He didn't realize the feeling of being in power, but he learned to worry about it like an old lady. If he hadn't succeeded in cultivation, after a while, his hair would be as white as Chu Yao's.
Naturally, I have no intention of scheming with LYB from the central region.
Let’s get straight to the point!
If you can't say one, two or three, kick him out immediately!
Lin Su could see the impatience behind Qi Shan's seemingly kind face, and got to the point: "It's because of what was mentioned in the greeting card. When Xiaosheng checked the general library of the Gods Society, he found that Qi Shan had read it 'Clone' related content."
When Qishan heard the words, he didn't even bother to pretend to be kind.
The dark eyes were filled with a cold air, as if Lin Su was a dead person in his eyes: "Lin Langjun asked why?"
Lin Su said: "Because Xiaosheng is also investigating."
Qi Shan looked at the other person silently: "Are you checking Qi?"
"Of course not." Lin Su didn't want to give Qi Shan an excuse to have a fit, so he opened his mouth to clarify the misunderstanding, "Xiao Sheng had a close friend who died unexpectedly for some reason. I heard that the secret volume of the main society recorded the method of resurrection from the dead. But I never had a clue, and unexpectedly... The main club of Zhiqi also had the same needs, so Xiaosheng traveled thousands of miles and took the liberty to visit the main club. "
The word "best friend" is used to pray for more than ten breaths.
He woke up from the memory: "Your best friend?"
"Well, that's me."
A third voice sounded from inside the house.
The sound originated from an illusory figure.
Qishan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the shadow gradually emerging in the sky in disbelief. What a ghost in broad daylight... ah no, it's already night now. He quickly calmed down and asked the ghost.
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
The shadow that seemed to be a ghost smiled bitterly: "Maybe it's a ghost?"
Lin Su said: "He became like this after his death."
Prayer for good: “…”
Having never believed in ghosts and gods, he felt that his outlook on life was about to collapse.
Are there really ghosts in this world?
After all, he is an important minister who can supervise the country. Kang Guozhong Shu Ling, Qi Shan calmed down very quickly, but his mind was uncontrollable and he thought about other things - if a person died and became a ghost, where would Yuan Liang's soul be?
"Please also ask the main club to help. Xiaosheng is very grateful."
Qi Yuanliang is the head of the club. He has come into contact with more secrets of the Gods Society than him, and the library libraries between branches are not interconnected. Maybe there is more critical information in the northwest? Regarding cloning and resurrection, if you don’t believe in praying for kindness, there will be no progress.
Who would have guessed—
Qi Shan said regretfully: "I can't help you."
Lin Su's first reaction was disbelief: "Why should the main club be wary of Xiaosheng? Xiaosheng's trip is not to represent the Central Branch... If the main club can help with this, in the future, if there are any dispatches, as long as they are within Xiaosheng's ability and do not violate loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and justice, we will never do it." decline!"
Qishan said: "Cloning does not mean resurrection from the dead."
Lin Su wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Qi Shan.
The secretary of Kang Guozhong showed a rare gentleness and patience, and said slowly: "To be honest, your experience is somewhat similar to mine in my early years. I also lost a close friend, and the biggest regret in my life is also him. If only there could be a person in this world. A life is worth a life, I am willing to return him to the human world, let alone a 'clone'?"
His words are sincere, even people who don't know him can hear them.
"You run for your best friend, just like I did. With this in mind, if I can really help, how can I refuse you?" Qi Shan also regarded "cloning" as a life-saving straw, "But it is not a resurrection technique. , that is just using the body of your best friend to give birth to another independent individual with the same bloodline. To put it bluntly, it is a newborn without any memory..."
The shoulders of the young man in Taoist robes relaxed, and he actually felt happy: "An Zhi, I just said there is no such thing as resurrection. I am a man, and I am still a dead man. My body has rotted into bones. How can I give birth to myself?" come out?"
This is totally unrealistic.
Unlike his relaxed rejoicing, Lin Su had a stern look on his face.
The young man who saw the shadow couldn't help but feel frightened.
"Even so, it's better than nothing." Qi Shan used Shen Tang's words to persuade him back then to persuade Lin Su, but Lin Su didn't accept this trick. His obsession was heavier than Qi Shan's, "So what if it's not him? What about the newborn? ? The road must be walked step by step!"
Taking this step will at least bring you closer to your goal.
Seeing his stubbornness, Qi Shan did not stop him.
It's just that the other party wants help, and Qishan can't help it.
He had a premonition that if he got involved, he would definitely fall into the trap of egoism and become paranoid. He didn't know what he would do. In the words of the Lord, literary scholars are a group of lunatics who appear to be able to take care of themselves and have a functioning brain, but may develop psychosis once keywords are triggered. It is not a disease to say it is a disease, but it can kill people if it is committed!
This gate cannot be opened!
Qishan expressed his polite refusal, and Lin Su pursed her lips and remained silent.
Just when Qi Shan thought that the other party had given up, Lin Su reached out and took out a small accessory from her waistband, and pushed the accessory in front of Qi Shan. When he took his hand away and Qi Shan saw the accessories clearly, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning! It was a jade with a double fish tail, and the jade pattern was engraved with the Qi family crest that Qi Shan was very familiar with.
"This is…"
Qishan's throat was choked and he lost his voice.
Shouldn't this jade be buried with its owner in the holy land of mountains and seas? Why does it appear here? Why?
Qishan's eyes widened and his fingers trembled, not daring to touch it.
It seemed like it was a piece of fragile glass.
Lin Su's faint voice sounded next to her ears: "Qizhushe, do you think this thing looks familiar? It should belong to your close friend?"
PS: Sigh, some lessons require a fine to be remembered long. A relative got into a car accident with someone and didn't know the handling process at all. He talked verbally with another victim and then drove away. The other party called the police and he became a fugitive┓(`)┏
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