Chapter 135 The Grain That Never Sells

Conversations between smart people are boring.

Because they don't say anything serious, but every word tries to tell you what he really thinks.

Hong Chengchou told Yun Zhao that he was going to rob this batch of grain and was ready to store it for a more severe situation in the future.

He was strongly opposed to Yang He's idea of appeasement, and he was deeply worried about the emperor's insistence on treating all the people of the world as innocent people.

Readers think that in the face of the torrent in the world, it is better to block it than to sparse, but they forget that as long as it is a flood, it will flow everywhere, and it will destroy the mountain flood everywhere, and after the flood is irrigated, it is impossible for the ground to return to its original appearance.

- Hong Chengchou is ready to take a risk!

He knew that eighty percent of Shaohua Mountain's affairs were done by Yun Zhao.

Now, he clearly told Yun Zhao that he was also going to make a vote, and he was going to make a bigger vote.

This kind of thinking is too dangerous.

The world becomes dangerous when an official is not prepared to play by the rules and is not willing to use the power in his hands to achieve his goals.

However, it is nothing for Da Ming, a terminally ill person, it doesn't matter if he adds a little more injury.

Yun Zhao believes that Li Hongji and Zhang Bingzhong are actually just scabies, and if the Ming Dynasty can solve their own affairs, it will be almost a matter of minutes to deal with these people.

It's just that the emperor is the only one in the ruling group who is eating and drinking, and the rest of the people have little interest in changing the way of the world.

Because all the systems and orders now are in their best interest.

Like a bunch of stupid rats, desperately gnawing at the wooden boat in which they lived, and which was now sailing into the rapids.

Hong Chengchou is a stupid mouse who wants to maintain this ship, and in order to achieve this female goal, he wants to bite other stupid rats who are gnawing on wooden boats.

However, the goshawk flying over the wooden boat knew that a huge wooden boat was crawling with rats gnawing at the wooden boat, and occasionally one or two rowers, oars, and sail pullers, did nothing to help the wooden boat that was about to collapse.

When Huang Yongfa brought the salt, Yun Zhao had already prepared the grain.

This year is an excellent year for the people of Lantian County, but unfortunately, this year, the people of Lantian County can only satisfy their hunger with sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn......

All the other grains were sold, and no one bought the new grains.

No one can only eat the food they want, just as a merchant sells the goods that no one wants and can only use it for his own use.

Yun Zhao still didn't have direct contact with Huang Yongfa, because he was afraid that he would not be able to attack him secretly after seeing his true face.

Now there is no need, Hong Chengchou has already decided to enter, according to Hong Chengchou's old and spicy calculations, this person basically has no way to live.

For a person with a dead face still to have less contact, so, in the whole matter, Yun Zhao quickly withdrew.

When the grain arrives in the hands of Hong Chengchou, it may be better than in the hands of the border army on the nine sides.

The grain was sold, and it was also replaced with salt, and with the coarse cloth of Lantian County, all industries in Lantian County began to show signs of prosperity.

An area becomes better just as quickly as a place starts to go bad.

As long as the foundation is solid, it will naturally guide the local economy forward because of the economic laws in the future.

Seeing that truckloads of grain were pulled away by others, the people of Lantian County stood on the side of the road.

Everyone's face is not good-looking.

Although I can eat sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn, I still feel extremely uneasy when I see others taking away my family's food.

People from several counties next to it sharpened their heads and wanted to enter Lantian County, and people from Chang'an County, which was almost the richest county in Xi'an Prefecture, also wanted to enter Lantian County.

Seeing that there is less and less land in the county, and people are beginning to grow crops on the previously abandoned land, it is impossible for the people in Lantian County to say that they do not have a sense of urgency.

The silver came back to his hand, but the grain went out, and he looked at the empty granary, and the sweet potatoes and potatoes that filled the cellar, and the empty taste in his heart was really indescribable.

In October, the people of Lantian County harvested the last sweet potatoes, cut down the sweet potato vines that were still growing wildly, and every household was ready for winter.

Taking advantage of the fact that the weather had not completely cooled, the people of Yun's Zhuangzi began to burn charcoal, and the smoke and dust were billowing at the foot of the bald mountain.

The trees on the Jade Mountain are not allowed to be cut down, but the miscellaneous wood halberds on the Bald Mountain are the best raw materials for charcoal burning.

This thing can grow in two years, cut a batch, and plant another batch, and this cycle has been maintained in Yun's Zhuangzi for many years.

There is coal in Lantian County, but not many people like to use it, mainly because this thing burns too much smoke and can smoke people to death, so it is mainly charcoal.

This truth doesn't make sense here in Yun Zhao, coal can smoke people to death like charcoal.

Anyway, in the era before Yunzhao, if people committed suicide by burning charcoal, the first choice was charcoal, not coal.

After carefully studying this thing, Yun Zhao found that there are two main reasons, one is that the coal in Lantian County is not good, and it is big. Bituminous coal, the second is that the stove is very poor, and the poor makes people want to get angry.

Throwing coal into an earthen stove that leaked on all sides, and blocking the house tightly at night, was not heating at all, but suicide.

Fortunately, this thing couldn't stop Yun Zhao, and after two days of improvement, the most rudimentary iron stove officially entered the home of the Yun family Zhuangzi.

This thing is good, not only can heat but also boil water to cook rice, counting nine cold days in the family around the stove, and then put an iron pot on the stove, boil a pot full of potatoes, a beautiful day is just around the corner.

You can't eat too much sweet potatoes, you will fart if you eat too much, and it has an effect on eating black beans, but corn porridge is a good thing.

After the people of Yunjia Zhuangzi ate potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn for two months, they quickly summed up their experience.

The consequence of selling grain and making money is that everyone dares to spend money.

There are mountains of salt, all kinds of small grains, and all kinds of ironware, which has made Lantian County the largest distribution center for goods within a radius of 200 miles except for Xi'an.

Even people in Xi'an Prefecture are accustomed to coming to the grass market in Lantian County to buy miscellaneous grains.

At this time, in the hall of the Yun family, Huang Yongfa was still sitting like an old pine.

It's just that the left half of his face is scorched black, and even his eyes have turned into black holes, and he sits upright on the chair, not interested in the tea and pastries brought by the Yun servant.

"What's going on there?" Yun Meng did not greet Huang Yongfa with a false greeting, but asked Genmiao directly.

"Kill the tiger!" Huang Yongfa's answer was simple and concise.

"Kill the tiger's mouth, it's almost to the territory of the Tartars, Lao Huang, why did you take that road? It's so imprudent. ”

Huang Yongfa sighed and said: "It's my fault this time, I should have gone to Houma through Hancheng, but I was worried that there would be too many rogues there, so I deliberately spared the long journey, but I didn't expect to be remembered by the thief." ”

"Thief? Shouldn't it be the Tartars who plague you? ”

"It's not a Tartar, it's a thief, a certain family has been doing business with the Mongolian princes for many years, and they still have some friendships, and it is the thieves who robbed our grain team, a group of thieves with piles of firearms!"

Yun Meng spread his hands and said: "There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, people have good and bad luck, Brother Huang has suffered, or live in the Yun family for some time, I see that the injuries on your body have not healed, and the rest of the things will be said later, the big things are not as important as your physical well-being." ”

Huang Yongfa stood up suddenly, knelt down in front of Yun Meng with a puff and said, "Brother Yun, now only you can save me, I want to buy another 30,000 quintals of grain from Lantian County!" ”

Yun Meng hurriedly got up and supported Huang Yongfa, and said again and again: "Hurry up, hurry up, how can this be made." ”

Huang Yongfa said angrily: "Brother Yun, if you don't save me, Huang Yongfa will kneel and die in this Yun clan hall today." ”

Just when Huang Yongfa and Yun Meng were entangled in the lobby, Yun Zhao also ushered in his guests.

Hong Chengchou took a roasted sweet potato from the small stove, peeled off the skin and took a bite of it: "Who is from the lobby of your house?" ”

Yun Zhao smiled: "Zhangjiakou giant Huang Yongfa." ”

"Why did you come?"

"I heard that the 50,000 quintals of grain he bought from the Yun clan were robbed in Shuozhou, and in order to gather enough food for the border army, he also wanted to buy another 30,000 quintals of grain from Lantian County."

Hong Chengchou swallowed the hot golden potato flesh and asked softly, "Can you still take out 30,000 loads of grain in Lantian County?" ”

Yun Zhao shook his head and said, "Unless I deprive the people of their rations." ”

Hong Chengchou nodded and said, "You can't take the rations, how can you reply to this Huang Yongfa?" ”

Yun Zhao spread his hands and said, "I can't help!" ”

Hong Chengchou said with a smile: "I still have 30,000 quintals of grain in my hand, you help me sell it to Huang Yongfa, and you can take two percent of the profit." ”