Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2637 Can't be fake (one more)
Luo Fengtang's head was full of black lines, "I'm the father of two children, and an old man, who cares?"

Yang Ruoqing made a grimace: "What's the matter with the father of the two children? As long as a man has that heart, an 82-year-old man can still marry an [-]-year-old girl."

Luo Fengtang looked helpless, and freed a hand to rub Yang Ruoqing's hair vigorously: "The more you talk, the more outrageous you are. You know what kind of person I am. Qing'er, stop teasing me, and sit down obediently!"

Yang Ruoqing stuck out her tongue playfully, and sat down obediently.

The two of them were close to each other, and she was still holding one of his arms, which made her feel at ease.

When they arrived at the county seat, the first stop was naturally to pay New Year's greetings to Luo Fengtang's elder brother Xu Mang.

Made new clothes for the children of Xu Mang's family, all kinds of snacks, and local specialties of the farmers.

Xu Mang used to be a mixed class in the county, and he was a bit involved in black and white.

When Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang first came to the county to open a restaurant, they received a lot of care from Xu Mang.

Later, the restaurant became popular, and other businesses derived from it grew bigger and bigger. When the two of them combined, it was better to be cheaper than others.

Xu Mang is righteous, forthright, and reliable.

So in the past two years, Xu Mang has been recruited to work together, and everyone will make money and make a fortune together.

The life of the Xu family is also getting better and better. On the basis of the original yard, they also bought the yard of the family next door.

The courtyard wall in the middle was opened to form a courtyard with two entrances, and the furniture in the room was replaced with brand new ones.

In and out, horse-drawn carriages are also used. This configuration can be regarded as a brand in Wanghai County.

Xu Mang and his wife warmly received Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, and then Yang Ruoqing took another trip to the residence of County Magistrate Zou.

On the second day after the couple returned from the county seat, official notices from the government were posted at the gate of the county seat and Washikou in Qingshui Town.

With the thought of literacy, the common people around were immediately blown away, and those happy people were even more joyful and excited than this new year that has not gone far away.

The good news swept across Changping Village like a hurricane, and the people rushed to tell each other.

No, the women washing clothes by the pond at the entrance of the village are all talking about it.

"Yesterday, I came back from my natal family's New Year's greetings in the neighboring town. They said that the price of rice grains will be reduced. The price will be the same as before. Have you heard?"

"Why haven't you heard of it? My baby's father went to the town to inquire about this matter, and said that Washikou really put up a notice."

"But the rice grains haven't come down yet, and they still can't be bought outside. Could it be that the notice is fake?"

"Hey, how can the notice be fake? There are officers and soldiers guarding the side, and there is a seal from the government office on it. It can't be fake."

"But just a notice is useless? The key is to have the goods. Those unscrupulous merchants have hoarded so much rice and refuse to take it out. What can a notice do?"

"Yeah, yeah, if you don't see rabbits, don't scatter eagles. Rice grains have to be sold..."

"..."

For a while, there were different opinions, and there were all kinds of opinions.

Xiaojuan was also washing clothes by the pond. Hearing these words, she didn't care about washing her clothes, piled them in the basin and ran back home.

Yang Huaming was also worried in the house. He also went to town early this morning and heard the news.

"Fourth brother, what should we do? If this is true, wouldn't we be going to die?"

Xiaojuan told Yang Huaming what she heard from the other side of the pond.

Yang Huaming was even more annoyed, his brows became pimples.

"Okay, don't talk about it, I know, I'm thinking about this!" He said.

"Fourth brother, if you really can't do it, why don't you go to Qinger's, she told you this news two days ago, maybe she really knows the inside story." Xiaojuan said again.

After Yang Huaming made up his mind, he nodded, "I'll go check her out right now."

……

"Fourth Uncle, what should be said, I told you the other day, but you didn't listen, and now rushing to find me, I can't do anything, this is the government's decision."

Yang Ruoqing's family is eating breakfast. The rice porridge boiled by millet, the bowls of adults and children are full, it is not vague at all.

Let Yang Huaming see that there is enough rice and grain, so there is no need to worry about the lack of supply.

He felt even more empty, and his eyes shifted from the white porridge on the table to Yang Ruoqing, with a smile on his face.

"Qing'er, I listened to what you said, no, I'm thinking about selling rice."

"It's just that before it's too late, the government's action is too fast. As soon as this notice comes out, will the government's rice grain be allocated later?"

Yang Huaming rubbed his hands and asked cautiously.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to take a meatball in her hand, and skillfully picked out the meatball stuffing inside with chopsticks for Luo Baobao who was next to her, and raised her eyelids to glance at Yang Huaming.

"It must be soon, just these two days, so fourth uncle, you have to hurry up, otherwise, when the government's food is sold, you can only hoard your high-priced food and eat it slowly."

Yang Ruoqing took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and chewed it with relish.

Yang Huaming stood there, bewildered.

Seeing this, Luo Fengtang took a meat bun and handed it to Yang Huaming: "Fourth Uncle, don't stand still, you want to eat a meat bun too?"

Yang Huaming shook his head, how could he be in the mood to eat meat buns!
Yang Ruoqing snorted, "Fourth Uncle, you can eat it, you don't need to save us wheat flour, it's everywhere in Washi, as long as you have money, you can buy it, you can eat it!"

These words made Yang Huaming want to cry even more.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the situation, and secretly winked at Yang Ruoqing, signaling her to stop being sarcastic.

Yang Ruoqing must give Luo Fengtang face.

She gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun silently, and heard Luo Fengtang say to Yang Huaming there: "Fourth Uncle, the same words, don't do anything speculative."

"We have definite news here that the government's food will be allocated in two days."

"You should hurry back and pack it up and sell it as soon as possible."

……

In the morning of the next day, at the Yamen Gate of Qingshui Town, a high stage like a grand opera stage was built.

Bags of golden rice are stacked neatly.

The officials guarded both sides of the high platform, and the common people from ten miles and eight villages were carrying bags, basins and buckets,
There was a long queue waiting to buy rice and wheat flour.

The price is fair and just, the kind that used to be normal.

More than half an hour later, the good news reached Changping Village, and everyone rushed to Qingshui Town to buy.

Yang Huaming and Xiaojuan wanted to cry in the room but had no tears.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Huaming held a pair of gongs and stood under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, shouting his slogan.

He told the villagers not to go to the town to save some time. He went to transport a batch of rice and hoped that the villagers could buy it from him.

(End of this chapter)