pretty little cook

Chapter 584 Porridge Shop ([-])

The more he listened, Yong En's brows furrowed deeper.

At this moment, the little guy is like a river dam that has burst its embankment, once he speaks this word, he can't stop the car at all. "The government doesn't care about these things at all. Later, I heard that the emperor allocated 30 taels of silver to help the disaster. However, at that time, the price of grain in Mizhuang had more than doubled, and the price of a catty of polished rice had risen to 180 renminbi. People say that rice is unaffordable, so all the porridge has become dressing! Don’t you know that even this dressing porridge is not something everyone can drink. There are only two barrels per day on each street. After the distribution is over, it's over. It's not that the villages you mentioned have no people, but they all came to the city, so that they can receive dressing porridge every day.

At first, only people in the village came to pick it up, but gradually, some small households in the city also started to pick it up. We can’t afford the grain in the rice farm. Not to mention 180 cash, even coarse grains such as chestnut rice and millet have risen to hundreds of cash per catty.

Even in Yuanwai's family on East Street, only the youngest son and the old man who were less than a week old could eat rice every day, and everyone else could only eat the rough noodles. "

As he spoke, the boy let out a long sigh.

"Where are those villagers you said? We didn't seem to see any refugees on the streets when we entered the city?" After listening to the boy, Yong En asked.

"It's on the west side! Last night, people from the yamen rushed to the west side, saying that someone from above is here, afraid that people will bump into it, it's not good!" The boy looked at Yong En as he said that. Thinking, he now also knows that the person in front of him is probably the person from above.

"The rice farm you are talking about, are all the rice farms in the whole city the same, or is there only one rice farm?" Yong En continued to ask. There is no doubt that this matter was the result of the collusion between the rice farms and the government, but it is impossible for the whole city Every rice farm in the country can talk to the government, so even if there is a collusion, it can only be a rice farm.

Sure enough, the boy answered straight away. "No, only Xuji Mizhuang's family has opened. The other rice villages were either burned or produced rice that could eat dead people, and they were all closed!"

Yongen nodded, waved his hand and said. "Zhang Kuo, take some silver and follow the buddy to the rice farm to buy grain. Remember to reveal Qi Qi's identity. We only buy cheap rice grains. By the way, record the account. When the time comes, how much money is spent? Get it back from Junping!"

Zhang Kuo cupped his hands. "Yes! How much should we buy, sir?"

"Buy as much as you have! Just buy enough polished rice for us to eat, and the rest, miscellaneous grains, bring them all to me!" Yong En waved his hand. "By the way, take someone to the west city and tell the common people that Gege in Jingli has obeyed the emperor's order and came to distribute rice to everyone in person! Let them come tomorrow morning to pick up the winter grain."

Zhang Kuo took the order and left.

Yong En continued to give orders. "Zhang Fang, take someone to check Xu Ji's background for me immediately!"

Zhang Fang was about to take the order, but was interrupted.

"No need!" Qin Jifeng who had been silent at the side suddenly said. "That Xu Ji was opened by a distant cousin of the governor's wife! They have branches throughout Jiangxi!"

Yongen glanced at Qin Jifeng, waved his hand at Zhang Fang, and then turned to look at Qin Jifeng. "Then do you have any acquaintances in Shangrao City?"

(End of this chapter)