Lucky Farmer Girl: I rely on metaphysics to support my family

Wang was sitting opposite Tang Wan, so she naturally saw her expression.

Wang frowned slightly and looked at Tang Wan opposite her with some confusion. After all, Tang Wan's expression at this moment was a little solemn, which was somewhat different from her usual lively and agile expression.

Before Wang asked, Tang Wan hesitated for a moment and said to Wang slowly: "If mother is willing, you can let your sister participate as well."

Tang Wan was actually a little hesitant. After all, Tang Jing was a typical lady from a wealthy family. Her daily routine was just doing needlework and occasionally gathering with her girlfriends. The biggest difference between her life and that in Beijing was that she went shopping less and had fewer opportunities to buy clothes and jewelry, but there was not much difference in other aspects.

If she were asked to do too many things, Wang might become suspicious, because after all, it is not something a lady from a noble family should do to show up in public.

Wang understood Tang Wan's concerns, and she held Tang Wan's hand with a little force and responded, "Mother understands your concerns. It's okay. Let your sister participate."

Tang Wan nodded slightly without too much hesitation. After all, her mother was the one making the decision. She was also clear about the situation at home and knew that she would have to return to Beijing sooner or later.

So she stood up and said goodbye to Wang, after all, she still had a lot of things to do.

What Tang Wan said to King Zhan before was not a lie. She really went to the provincial capital to find the master of the Zhao family. After all, he was a real grain merchant, and the amount of grain in his hands was not comparable to hers.

When they arrived at the gate of Zhao's mansion in the provincial government, Tang Wan tidied herself up a little, straightened her clothes, and then walked in with steady steps.

The servants in the mansion had heard that this young and shrewd master was coming, and they hurriedly and respectfully led her into the main hall where Master Zhao was.

In the main hall, Mr. Zhao was already waiting. He paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back. He really couldn't guess what important matter had brought this young master here.

Tang Wan stepped into the hall, smiled at Master Zhao, bowed, and a clear voice rang out in the hall: "I'm afraid I have to trouble Master Zhao with some things. I need a large amount of grain. The price can be negotiated, or I can wait a few days to exchange it for grain. New grain or old grain is fine. I wonder how much stock you have here?"

When Mr. Zhao heard Tang Wan's words, he was moved and asked hurriedly, "How much do you need?"

"Thirty thousand dan." Tang Wan quickly estimated in her mind that the grain she had now, if added up in pieces, could only amount to about 10 jin, which was far from enough to meet the demand.

Mr. Zhao was shocked. This was too much, so he asked hurriedly: "Master, what is this?"

I'm afraid it's for food and fodder, how can an average person use so much at once. I thought the master was always mysterious, so I thought he was not going to do anything shameful.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhao turned pale, and looked at Tang Wan with a dazed look, his expression became more and more nervous, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. He was afraid that he had boarded a pirate ship without knowing it.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and the more nervous I became.

Seeing this, Tang Wan quickly replied, "It's not a secret at all. I'm afraid the War King will send out a grain requisition today."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhao's tense nerves relaxed instantly, as if all his strength was taken away in an instant. He slumped down in his chair, hurriedly raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and smiled awkwardly, "So that's how it is. I was really scared. I was just thinking about all kinds of possibilities in my mind."

"What else does Master Zhao think?" Tang Wan teased with a smile, "Can I rebel?" "Master, you must not say that!" Master Zhao was so frightened that his face changed drastically when he heard it. He stood up in a hurry and anxiously stopped Tang Wan from continuing.

Tang Wan quickly adjusted her expression, put away her smile, and replied seriously, "It's my fault. I just wanted to adjust the atmosphere because I saw that Mr. Zhao was nervous. Now that you've adjusted yourself, let's get down to business."

Speaking of business, Master Zhao hesitated for a moment and asked: "Since the prince is here to collect grain, I wonder who you are, Master?" and what is your identity?
"I just want to do my bit to help the soldiers at the front. I wonder what concerns Mr. Zhao has?" Tang Wan asked sincerely.

Master Zhao said seriously, "It's not really a concern, but I gave the food to the master, and I'm afraid that when the war king collects food, he won't get much, and I don't know if the prince will be angry."

Generally speaking, when there is a need for war, when they collect grain from these rich households, they say it is a loan, but in fact, in most cases they never return it.

The situation in Mobei has been good in recent years. The War King has hardly ever collected grain. The only one or two times, in addition to the one provided by the local government, some grain was also collected from wealthy households, but they were also given a tax-free policy. But in fact, there was still some loss.

But the King of War was a respectable man, and generally he did not collect too much grain from each household, but each household did not dare to cheat him too much.

Tang Wan smiled and explained, "I was just about to tell Master Zhao that I want to give the grain I received to King Zhan in your name. This way, most of King Zhan's grain needs will be solved, and it will also be beneficial to you."

Mr. Zhao couldn't help but smile, thinking to himself, So that's how it is. This is simply pie in the sky. Such a good thing could actually happen to him. The master is really his benefactor.

Then he thought again and felt that something was wrong. He glanced at Tang Wan secretly and said cautiously, "Master, why do you have to do this?" Wouldn't it be better for him to offer the food himself?
"I don't really want to be so eye-catching, but I also want to do my best." Tang Wan said lightly.

Mr. Zhao thought about it and found it to be true. The master has always been low-key. If the master wanted to be famous, he would have left long ago. Why wait until now?

Mr. Zhao quickly stood up, bowed and said, "Master is worthy of being a master. Zhao admires you very much."

"Then let's get down to business. How much grain can you provide? My grain may need to come in batches, about 500,000 kilograms per month." Tang Wan said lightly.

When Mr. Zhao heard this, he was shocked for a moment. His round eyes widened even wider, full of shock. The power of this master was really too great.

After all, this is not the harvest season. To be able to transfer 500,000 kilograms of grain every month, it takes a lot of connections and means to do it.

However, Master Zhao quickly adjusted himself. He looked at Tang Wan and said sincerely, "I'm afraid that Zhao can't gather 30,000 dan. After all, we are in the grain business and still need some reserves. But if the master can guarantee 500,000 jin of grain every month, we can provide at most 10,000 dan of new grain and 10,000 dan of old grain, of which 5,000 dan of old grain is Zhao's gift."

"That's great." Upon hearing this, Tang Wan instantly revealed her most sincere smile of the day. With these two million kilograms, if the War King could collect some more grain, they should be able to gather most of the food and fodder they need.

After all, there are quite a few wealthy families in Mobei. With Mr. Zhao taking the lead, I believe everyone will respond.

(End of this chapter)