Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3202 Don't be a good person (two more)

Yang Ruoqing was very clear about what the villagers were talking about.

Now outside, not only the price of rice, but also the prices of all food-related materials are rising.

But compared with those snacks, rice grains are the foundation of sustenance and the rigid needs of ordinary people, so the price rises the fastest and the most outrageous.

Several rice grain shops in Qingshui Town have closed down, and now the rice grain shops in the town's market are basically controlled by two or three shopkeepers.

They are hoarding goods. They obviously have a lot of food in the warehouse, but they insist on pretending that there is a shortage of food, and open the warehouse every day to release some food for sale.

Let those hungry people queue up to buy from morning till night.

And after opening the position, it will be sold for half a day, and then it will be closed, saying that today's share has been sold out, and everyone wants to buy it early tomorrow.

This is like in modern times, when real estate properties in some cities opened, they had to be booked, snapped up, and lottery, making everyone squeeze their heads...

The difference is that most of the times when the real estate market is in short supply is an illusion directed by sellers, but this time rice and grain are really in short supply and are just needed.

Of course, the big families in the town, the officials who retired from their old age, the pampered squires, and the small landlords in the village were not affected.

It is the poor people who are really affected.

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"Now the big guys can't get enough to eat, and many people are thinking about selling their fields, and some people are planning to sell their sons and daughters,"

"As Lizheng of Changping Village, I really don't have the face to meet the folks. I don't even feel like eating this food. Take it!"

When eating breakfast the next day, Yang Huazhong looked at the bowl of sweet potato porridge and two large white flour steamed buns that Sun put in front of him, sighed, and pushed the bowl aside.

As the head of the family, Yang Huazhong didn't have the heart to eat, so how could Mrs. Sun have the heart to eat?
In the same way, if parents don't eat it, Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua Xiaoduo are even less likely to eat it as children.

Everyone put down their chopsticks, and there was a brief silence on the table.

Sun sighed, and said: "Natural disasters, this is something that can't be helped, it has nothing to do with you here."

"What's more, our family has so many fields, and there is no harvest this year. Our family is the most affected by the disaster. Our food is all sent by Qing'er, and it is not from our own warehouse. We have nothing to do... "Sun said.

Yang Huazhong frowned, and the man said: "I know the reasoning, but looking at this family, the old ones are too hungry to get out of bed, and the young ones are so hungry that they cry."

"Many families didn't have three or five acres of land, but now they are selling it,"

"The price of buying and selling land at this time is pitifully low. Second-class land used to cost four taels of silver per mu, but now you can buy it for two taels of silver."

"And in the rice and grain shop in the town, a catty of the lowest-grade rice costs [-] Wen a catty,"

"A small half of that kind of rice is sand, and a little better rice costs a hundred cents a catty."

"Sell one mu of land for two taels of silver, and you can sell twenty catties of rice with a little less sand, and twenty catties of rice. The whole family counts the rice grains and puts them in the pot. It will take two months at most."

"There are relatives in the village, and they go to relatives. Those who have no way out are thinking about selling the fields. After selling the fields, they will sell their daughters. Selling the daughters will save their sons. A few days ago, someone went to Lijia Village. Four or five female dolls left..."

Hearing Yang Huazhong's words, Sun's eyes turned red.

"These things make me worry, Qing'er, I see there is still some rice left in the rice tank in the backyard, why don't I cook sweet potato porridge and donate at the entrance of the village every day from tomorrow? What do you think?" ?”

During the flood that year, Sun and Dasun did the same. Every day they boiled porridge at home, and rowed boats to send it to the villagers trapped on the "isolated island" in the south of the village to eat.

But this time, Yang Ruoqing directly shook her head and rejected Sun's proposal.

"I don't agree with charity. There are two main reasons." Yang Ruoqing said.

"One, our family's current stock of rice grains is also limited. In the face of a catastrophe, I must first ensure that our family members do not go hungry."

"Secondly, there is the restaurant. The guys work for me. The restaurant cannot fail. That is the foundation of our survival."

"Secondly, the reason why I don't want to give alms is because I don't want to encourage the dependence of most villagers."

"There is a saying that Doumien is better than Michou. During the flood that year, I still clearly remember that mother, you and my aunt went to and from the isolated island twice a day to deliver porridge and steamed buns to the trapped villagers."

"Those who are so trapped, how many people really know how to be grateful?"

"Most people sleep every day until they wake up naturally, waiting for you to deliver food and drinks. In the end, they still dislike the taste of white flour steamed buns and ask you to change them to meat buns. They also say that millet porridge has too much mouth. Japonica rice or glutinous rice is also fine, and the glutinous rice is best to grab a few handfuls of red dates..."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing talk about that time, Sun also smiled wryly.

"Some people, that's how they are, they like to pick and choose." Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "So, after that time, I don't agree with giving alms. When the time comes, you give alms today, what about tomorrow?"

"I gave alms this month, what about next month?"

"I don't know when the relief food from the imperial court will come down. Even if the relief food and rice seeds are obtained, the new rice will be ready for storage in June next year. There is still half a year in between."

"For the past six months, we can't keep raising them, can we? We can't afford it, and the government won't raise them, so we don't have the ability and obligation to do so!"

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, Mrs. Sun also nodded silently.

"It's true..." she murmured.

Yang Huazhong's expression was not very good either, because this was the first time he had heard of these things.

During the flood that year, he was busy digging canals outside to drain water, so he couldn't take care of the family affairs.

"Why didn't you tell me these things before?" Yang Huazhong asked Sun and Yang Ruoqing.

Sun said: "Then you are too busy to go home at the time. I don't want to talk about these things, so as not to upset you."

Yang Huazhong was a little displeased.

Xiaohua said: "Father, mother, sister, I don't know if I should say something, but if I don't say it, I will feel unhappy!"

"If you're not happy, you have to talk more!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Xiaohua said: "I can't remember the first wave of people asking me about when our family will give alms?"

"What?" Yang Huazhong frowned.

"Are you taking the initiative to ask?" He asked again.

Xiao Hua nodded, "Not only to me, but also to Xiaoduo."

"It's all those slackers and sluts in the village, just waiting with their necks stretched out!"

Yang Huazhong frowned even tighter, and Sun was also speechless.

Yang Ruoqing sneered.

"How is it? This is the human heart!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"We don't want to be bad people who take advantage of the fire, but we don't want to be good people. Don't mention the matter of giving. But, dad, you can go to the village and tell the big guys, whoever wants to sell the land, come here. Find me, I'll buy it!"

(End of this chapter)