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Chapter 53 Qing Junhe, Felizhai, Bran Kuxu

The price of rice in Fenghua City has become more expensive.A lot of people who have run out of food at home have run out of food and cannot open the pot.Some elderly empty nesters starved to death and froze to death at home.

Originally, there was no channel to report these matters. Madam Hua had previously ordered Yanlu to arrange for the centurions to report them all over the city.

This news caused the entire Huayu Taiwanese military generals to fall into a collective silence.

"Open the warehouse and release the grain." Madam Hua ordered.

"Yes." Yan Lu heard it and immediately went to execute it.

Hua Nuaner used to store [-]% of the grain received from the granary in the city every year to prepare for famine and other natural disasters. The cost of daily dispatch operations in the city.

The current season is the time to open up [-]% of the grain in the granary for emergency, but I don't know how long it will last.

At the same time, a group of Dayan survivors, about 5000 people, found Mrs. Hua, the princess of their Dayan Kingdom.

Among this group of people, there was a leader named Chu Ju, who was the one who spread the letter and gathered these remnants.

These remnants were originally scattered in various countries, but now they have gathered together and rushed to the foot of Qixia Mountain outside Fenghua City.At present, there is only a sunny day there, and these people who came here are just resting there.

The chief guard outside the city passed the document handed over by Chu Ju to Hua Yutai, and Mrs. Hua knew only after reading the document that she was a remnant of Dayan.Hua Nuan'er was confused, she didn't know what the intentions of these remnants were, just in time for the troubled autumn in the city, which made her more and more disturbed.

Thinking of the remnants of Dayan, Hua Nuaner suddenly remembered that when her father Wang Huahan was alive, he told her a story about the connection between the price of rice and the war.When there are natural disasters and wars, the price of rice continues to change with the turmoil.The more frequent the war and the more serious the natural disaster, the higher the price of rice.On the contrary, the price of rice will be flatter and more close to the people.

Great salt, father and king, as time goes by, dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth.Famines, wars, natural and man-made disasters still exist and have always existed.

After Mrs. Hua and Mo Banzhu returned from Ye Xing's Zhaoxing Pavilion, they turned into young girls.The two turned back to the age of fifteen or sixteen.

If it weren't for the city lord's token, and the support of Yan Lu, Liu Jun and others, these people in Huayutai would not dare to recognize their girlish-looking Hua Nuaner Hua city lord.Madam Hua turned out to be an old woman with gray hair.

Although these civil servants and military generals had various doubts in their hearts, they did not dare to speculate on the reasons without authorization. Everyone already knew that Fenghua City Lord was a person with a secret background, so how could they dare to talk about it.Everything is the same as before, Huayutai is still discussing as usual, except that the city owner has changed from an old woman to a cardamom girl.

On the other hand, Mrs. Hua's sideline business, the lucky weaving house in Fenghua City, has been handed over to Qiao Fan. Come to Huayutai by yourself.

But the problem is still the same, there is no improvement, and there is still a serious shortage of cloth in the store.The goods can't come in and can't be sent out.Qiao Fan's mentality was a little broken, but Mrs. Hua took a very light view on the weaving house. After all, the things she did here were more important than the weaving house.

The little girl Qiao Fan came over, and the biggest use was just to relax with Mrs. Hua and chat about family affairs.

This morning, when he came back from Huayutai, Qiao Fan was stimulated. Mrs. Hua turned from an old woman into a young girl. She was almost the same age as herself, and looked even more charming and charming than herself.Qiao Fan looked in the mirror, looked at his temples, nose, eyes and chin. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that Mrs. Hua was much more beautiful than him. Suddenly, he realized that he was so haggard that he had worked hard for the weaving house for more than a month. Now, my heart is up and down, sadness is hard to calm down.

After all, little girls are young and airy, and the problem of appearance is also a burden.

There is an apprentice named Qing Suruga in the Lucky Weaving House shop, who works diligently from morning to night.He counted every piece of cloth with special attention and concentration, and he never missed a single trace.

He came to the Lucky Weaving House earlier than the shopkeeper Qiao Fan. Although he was a humble apprentice at the lowest level, he repeated what he was doing every day and never paddled the water.He was also good at asking questions, and followed the shopkeeper Zhou to ask questions back and forth every day, asking things and things.He is willing to learn, no matter how big or small, and the shopkeeper Zhou is also willing to teach.

He came to Lucky Weaving House when he was about eleven or twelve years old. Since then, he has been an apprentice with shopkeeper Zhou every day.What started out as odd jobs, he is now 15 and counting the many tools and counters in the store.Those who are already buddies are not necessarily better than his apprentice.

The shopkeeper Zhou said that in two years, he can become a buddy, and at that time, he can also wear an adult bun, but at this time, he is still a shaggy boy.

Qiao Fan noticed that he was holding the account book to count the cloth, which was always different from others. He stood there without anything else, only the cloth and the account book in his heart, naturally he looked like he would never go wrong.Any shop owner would be inexplicably relieved to see such an apprentice.

Hua Yutai received another document that evening.Because of the rising price of rice in the city, the widows of the city set up an organization called Pozizhai, and the leader of Pozizhai was a widow named "Wonde".She led all the widows and orphans in Fenghua City, and signed a book of ten thousand people. This book of ten thousand people was a long scroll that stretched more than ten meters.

The prophecy on the scroll says: Tears begged to stop the hydraulic grain huskers and let the widows husk the rice again in order to make a living.

After Mrs. Hua read it, she fell into deep thought.This grain peeling machine was originally developed by Mrs. Hua, and at that time, it was not expected that there would be this layer of consequential results.Thinking about it now, although the efficiency of grain peeling is a hundred or ten times faster, the cost is reduced.It really replaced the widows' jobs, stifled their livelihoods, and left them with nowhere to make a living.

If their prophecy is allowed, it is all right.It's just that if those hydraulic grain peelers are ordered to stop, the price of rice in the market will rise again. I don't know if the [-]% stock of Huayu officials in the past years is not enough for the common people to survive these days, such as The officials put less grain and the market price of grain is high, doesn’t it mean that they are choking the people’s throats and forcing them to death?

Mo Banzhu was on the side, quietly fiddling with the clay sculptures in his hands. He had already made three or five sculptures in half a day. Hua Nuaner saw that these clay sculptures were light and simple. It's just a line... It doesn't look like the usual complex clay sculptures of people, carved beams and painted stools, so I'm not surprised.

"Who are you imitating? Where did you get the inspiration?" Hua Nuan'er asked Mo Banzhu, who happened to be taking a breath from the heavy work.

"In the early years, when I was passing through Rachel's country, I happened to meet Bran Kuxu from Rachel's country. He loves to study these abstract sculptures. When I saw these sculptures, although they were simple and generalized, they seemed to have a soul. , I drastically deleted a lot of unimportant information, and I was immediately inspired. At that time, I decided to squat in Rachel's country and learned from him for a year and a half. Later, I traveled around the world, and in my spare time, I loved Move your hands, this clay sculpture is a thing from another dimension. When you are scrutinizing, there are many things that can come up with clues from another dimension. Many things that cannot be solved can be solved.” Mo Half-brown Bian put the clay balls of average value in the place where the clay sculpture should be in the space, and encouraged Hua Nuan'er to say: "If you don't believe it, you can try it too."

"Well, your idea is not bad. If things in this city can be like this clay sculpture, it would be great to delete a lot of unimportant information." Hua Nuan'er said with a sigh.

"What a sigh, my city lord, come here, let's do some practical exercises, and put those official duties on hold first." Mo Banzhu smeared Hua Nuan'er's hands with mud, looking at the hands of the city lord's wife like a lover The children playing in the mud were just as sloppy, Mo Banzhu laughed, grinning and squinting, Shen Sang looked exactly the same as when he was fifteen or six years old.

Hua Nuan'er is now full of mud on her hands, so she starts playing regardless of letting go.

Chapter 53 Qingjunhe, Felizhai, Bran is finished

(End of this chapter)