Chapter 1984

Jinan is still shrouded in sunshine.

The spring water was flowing. Several children squatted by the river, stretched out their hands to soak, and then looked up and cheerfully shouted cool.

A woman yelled and scolded at the door of her house, with tears and runny nose. She probably scolded her husband, went out to drink with her friends and took away the rice money at home.

Under the willow tree by the river, Fang Xing said: "the rice of Jiaozhi and nuergan has been continuously sent to the north. Rice has the trend of becoming the main grain of the Ming Dynasty. In addition to the loose grain, the central government should introduce some measures to protect the grain price so as not to hurt farmers."

The neighbors were persuading the woman. She was more and more wronged and looked fierce.

"There are often some disasters in Shandong in recent years. Xinghebo needs a lot of rice here, but each time the grain is transported, the most is given to the capital and the side wall. Shandong is forgotten by the rulers of the court, and yesterday's grain price rose again."

Chang Yu's voice was a little erratic. Fang woke up and bit a willow branch and asked, "there shouldn't be much food on the market?"

"Yes, someone is hoarding."

"This is a disgusting little means. They expect benber to solve it by force, and then create public opinion and put themselves on the weak side."

Fang woke up, looked at the silent Jiang xuze and asked, "what do you think of Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang xuze said with a strong smile, "xinghebo, the lower official thought that the harvest would be right away. It's just a small matter."

"This is a lack of green and yellow."

Fang Xing waved his hand. Jiang xuze hurriedly said he had something to do, and then left with Chang Yu.

This is a feast for those grain merchants and landlords.

Your family has no food?

Come and buy it. It's just not a good season. The price is several percent higher.

No money?

Come on, I'll lend it to you!

But the interest rate is a little high. If you dislike... Let's eat grass roots.

Fang woke up and sat by the river for a while. Just after the woman's husband was pushed back by his brothers in law, he smiled and felt that this scene was really life.

Walking slowly along the street, looking at all kinds of markets, Fang woke up like a idle landlord, walking around all the time.

"Still raise the price? Does it make people live?"

There is a sign at the door of a rice shop that says the price of rice.

"Master, it's up 20% compared with the previous few days."

Fang woke up and nodded, watching the people who bought rice quarrel with the guys in the store.

"Those sea ships have sent so much food, how can they raise the price?"

"What sea boat? All the food has been sent to the capital and side walls, and roads have been built. Where don't you want food? We suffered a disaster in Shandong last year. This year's harvest looks good. There is no food. If you want to buy it, you can buy it. If you don't buy it, go home and starve with your wife and children!"

"Shopkeeper, is it cheaper? The family is out of food."

"You run out of food, but the store also runs out of food. If you don't buy it today, the price will rise tomorrow. Think it over by yourself."

Many people surrounded the rice shop. These people with pockets looked at the sign that said today's rice price in silence, looking numb.

Every time grain prices rise, the background is mostly famine.

But Daming does not have grain at present. Under the overall planning of the Ministry of household, all localities that are short of grain will be supplemented, so that grain prices will not soar.

……

"Sir, food prices have risen twice."

Yang Yanxing rushed to report, but Mr. 17 was just indifferent.

"It's close to the capital. He can transfer food from the capital at any time, so the means of those people can't bear to see. If they get angry, they will suppress the food price to the point of breaking their family. Why bother..."

Yang Yan sneered in his heart: those people break their homes and take care of my shit. Even if they break their homes, the food is there. Waiting for the opportunity can still make a comeback.

Mr. 17 was drinking tea. He took a sip and said, "the water here is good. I think I can stay here one day. If I can drink three cups of tea a day, I won't change the gods."

"But in these days, the water makes people feel more dirty."

Yang Yan listened carefully. He knew that this was Mr. 17's judgment and plan of the situation.

"If someone can make the water return to sweetness, it must be a city's joy... No..."

Mr. 17 stared at Yang Yan and said coldly, "it's a happy country and boiling in the world. He should be famous and immortal!"

There was something in these words, Yang Yan said with a smile: "many people outside know the name of Sir, so they can go all over the world, not to mention Jinan. As for... This water, students think that many people are drinking it, and someone will come out to clean up the dirt..."

Mr. 17 put down his tea cup and looked at Yang Yan. His eyes were suddenly cold and said, "you think too much. I didn't say anything or ask anything."

Yang Yan was sweating his back and armpit. He bowed his head and said, "yes, sir. Students are just here to learn."

Mr. 17 pointed to the outside and Yang Yan bowed out.

"Sir, this man is timid and doesn't help us much."

"What I want is him to take the lead. What help? He deserves to help our family? Ridiculous!"

……

"The price of grain has gone up again."

Yang Yan found two companions in an inn, Deng FA and He Shan.

Deng FA said anxiously, "the rise in grain prices will wake Fang up angry. Brother Xiuyu, whose means is this? It's not appropriate!"

He Shan lay on the bed and said lazily, "don't worry about them. Let's sit and watch the wind and cloud rise. At least the people should wake up and hate him for his trouble."

Yang Yan drank a cup of tea and said excitedly: "the benefits of cleaning up the farmland can not be seen for the time being, but the price rise of grain is real. Fang woke up and can be competent again, but the people are stupid. In the end, he will work hard and be thankless. After calming down, the bad luck will be natural. What does it have to do with us?"

He spread out his hands and looked at his two companions.

A burst of joking laughter sounded, full of pride and... It's none of your business.

Yang Yan then went to a big house.

There is a stream in the mansion, and the spring flows quietly.

Surrounded by flowers and trees, the courtyard is deep and the environment is quiet.

Follow the servant into the stream. There is a pavilion ahead.

The pavilion crosses the brook. Sitting inside, you can hear the gurgling water, the moisture is refreshing and comfortable.

Music came from outside the pavilion. Yang Yan covered his contempt and arched his hands and said, "I've seen Mr. Ding."

There was a big man sitting in the pavilion. He held a woman in one hand. He closed his eyes. When he heard the voice, he said faintly, "what are you doing?"

Yang Yan looked at the two women and said, "there are some things I want to talk to Mr. Ding. Can you..."

The big man loosened his hand, opened his eyes and said, "go first. I'll spoil you later, sir. Ha ha!"

Lucky

In a word, the boldness of the big man was undoubtedly revealed. After Yang Yan and others left quietly, he walked into the pavilion and said, "someone said that if anyone can make the spring in Jinan sweet again, that person will be of endless use."

The big man said coldly, "don't say these inexplicable words to me. If you have something to say, otherwise go away."

Yang Yan frowned, looked at two men coming across the stream and said, "Ding ERNU, don't..."

"My name is Ding Yao now."

The table was full of wine and vegetables. The man picked up the wine pot and poured it on his back.

Yang Yan stepped back and said, "Ding Yao, that man is too powerful. You don't need to start. You can cut off his wings."

Ding Yao waved his hand, and the two men retreated again.

He hiccupped, glanced at Yang Yan and asked, "who guarantees?"

Yang Yan shook his head and said, "it's good for the country. Ding Yao, although you were recruited because you saved the son of the former magistrate, you have to know that without new credit, those people can take you to get credit at any time, so... You have no room to refuse."

Ding Yao threw the wine pot out and scolded, "I knew you were upset and kind-hearted. If you annoyed me, I would kill you with my brothers."

Yang Yan said with a smile, "you have no room to refuse, and you can't refuse that person, otherwise you will be dead even if you return to the mountains and forests."

The wine pot is floating and sinking in the stream