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Chapter 1271: One Battle to Decide the Southwest (VIII) [Seeking a Monthly Ticket]

Kangguo, Fengluo.

Although Kangguo and the Southwest Allied Forces were fighting fiercely, the country was still peaceful, and the capital Fengluo was even more prosperous. The prices of grain and cloth shops did not rise wildly, but fell by one cent. There was a little fluctuation in the prices of fruits and vegetables, but not much.

The young scholar stopped at the door of a grain store.

His eyes fell on the sign hanging with today's grain prices.

"What a handsome young man! What would you like to buy?" The servant did not dare to chase the young man away because of his attire, so he quietly told the boss that a grown man standing at the door without buying anything would affect business.

The boss rolled her eyes and waved her hand to signal the errand boy to do his own work. She was the one who dealt with the man, with a warm smile on her face. As the saying goes, you should not hit a smiling person. If you want to make money in business, you must not only provide good quality and low prices, but also provide enough emotional value.

The young scribe pointed at the sign.

"This price is for this year's new grain?"

The grain price in other areas is three times higher than this, and even at three times the price, you still can't buy grain. Whenever there is a war outside, grain merchants will take advantage of the chaos to drive up the price, and the price can even be as high as 20 to 30 times. This place is the capital of Kangguo, and it is really strange that the grain price is so low.

The boss laughed and said, "How can it be new grain? The farmlands in Gyeonggi Province are not yet ready for harvest, and this batch is from last year. Even though it's not new grain, it's produced in Hae-yoon, and it's top-grade. It's so delicious that it'll make your mouth water if you cook it with simple firewood."

"Top grade?"

The boss smiled and said, “It’s the best.”

The young scholar was obviously not concerned about the evaluation of grain. He was concerned about something else: "I am a foreigner, and I have traveled all the way here to study. I heard that Kangguo is at war with the southwest, and the soldiers on the front line need food. Why is the price of grain so low in the country?"

The boss asked blankly: "Low?"

Young scribe: “Very low.”

Seeing this price, he even wanted to engage in speculation.

But the boss said, "The price has already been raised because of the war this year."

As he said this, he sighed.

Although Kangguo was frantically building bridges and roads, transportation still relied on cattle and horses. Ordinary people had a limited range of activities. Merchants could travel farther, but Kangguo had a vast territory. The boss had never been abroad in his life and knew little about news from other countries.

She had indeed heard her parents talk about the high cost of food in other places.

If you trade it, you can make a lot of money.

However, if you do this, you won’t be able to get any goods.

“The purchase cost is more than 30% higher.”

Young scribe: “…”

  No, when did grain merchants have any conscience?

Aren't they all taking advantage of the war to make a fortune?

He was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't say this to his boss, but chose to test him in a tactful way. But the boss waved his hands, his young face, about fifteen or sixteen years old, full of fear: "You can't do this, you can't do this. You look handsome, but how can you be so evil?"

The young scholar said that the price of grain in some places outside was skyrocketing. If she had a channel to buy some and sell it, the profit would be frighteningly high.

The boss's reaction surprised him: "Madam, aren't you moved?"

"I can't be moved at all."

Seeing the young man's confusion, the boss thought that he was a foreigner studying abroad, and a sense of responsibility and pride arose spontaneously.

Explain the reason to the other party patiently.

Opening a grain shop in Kangguo requires special official qualifications.

Qualified grain merchants cannot purchase grain from ordinary people, but must purchase grain through official channels. The purchase price is stable and the quality is guaranteed. Except for Grade A rice, other grades are not allowed to be sold across states. If found for the first time, a fine and warning will be imposed. If found for the second time, the sales license will be revoked. Of course, small-scale private transactions will not be affected as long as the amount does not exceed the quota.

There are also standards for raising and lowering prices at grain shops.

If it exceeds the standard, common people can complain.

The young scholar frowned, "...So, the output of farmers' fields should be given to the government first? Merchants can't collect on a large scale? What kind of weird logic is this? Isn't it the government that decides how much to collect?"

"My dear, that's not the truth."

The boss doesn't understand the ins and outs of government, but she understands business.

Merchants traveled from north to south, had more information channels, and were sensitive to grain prices. Those unscrupulous merchants falsified the weight when collecting grain, suppressed the price, and delayed payment. Of course, it does not mean that the farmers were completely innocent.

Some farmers, in order to make more money, would pass off inferior products as good ones, which is a minor matter. Some unscrupulous people would directly soak the grain in water or add stones. When merchants come to collect grain, the grain on the outermost side is good, and the grain deeper inside may be cheated if they are not checked or checked carelessly.

When the government collected taxes, it also collected grain, paid the farmers with money, and the grain merchants then collected grain from the government, which saved trouble for both parties. As for whether the government was corrupt, wasn't that the king's business? The common people didn't know anything else, they just knew that the grain shop had an abundant supply and the price was stable, and they could buy it as long as they wanted.

The young scholar still found it incredible.

With the question in mind, he handed the visiting card he had prepared long ago to the gatekeeper of Qi Mansion and left his current address. The night was getting darker, and the nightlife of the capital had just begun. The young scholar looked at the crowds of tourists on the street, and heard a shadow whispering in his ear.

"Why are there so many widows on the street?"

I wanted to ask this when I saw the grain shop owner just now.

Although she looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, she had a widow's bun.

As more people walked on the street, more and more women with similar bun styles appeared, ranging from 13 or 14 years old to 30 or 40 years old. Although their buns were plain, their clothes were bright and exquisite, which looked very awkward. The young scholar did not answer, but asked all the way to a mansion near the garden. He looked up at the plaque on the main gate and his eyes suddenly understood. The shadow beside him also followed his gaze and looked: "Your sister's house."

This is Lin Feng’s residence.

Not long after, a carriage drove up from a distance and stopped at the main gate. A middle-aged man in official uniform got out of the carriage.

The shadow looked at him carefully: "He looks a bit like An Zhi."

The young man said, "He is my fourth uncle."

His father’s fourth brother, his fourth uncle.

Judging from the situation, Lin Chao should have just returned from his duty at the government office. Lin Feng has to take care of his great-grandfather, and fourth uncle Lin Chao also has to respect his grandfather, so the family should just live together so that the grandfather and grandson can take care of each other. Lin Feng went to the front line, and Lin Chao stayed in the capital.

The shadow looked at the mansion with lanterns hanging high and sighed.

"This house is magnificent, it must be worth a lot of money."

The location of the place they found was not good, but the price was not low. After asking around, they found that the price was basically the same. It was said that except for a few officials who were granted houses or bought houses early, other officials in the capital rented houses, and the rent was not cheap.

Fortunately, officials’ salaries also include housing subsidies.

The young scholar watched Lin Chao go in, then turned and left.

"Anzhi, why don't you go meet your fourth uncle?"

"It's unnecessary. It only adds to your troubles."

After having a casual dinner at a restaurant on the street, I returned to my room and saw someone waiting for me at the door with a carriage. The decoration on the carriage was the same as that of the Qi Mansion, and the identity of the owner was obvious.

"Greetings, Mr. Lin. My master wants to see you."

The young man nodded: "Thank you for your help."

Qi Shan had just come home from work when he saw a visiting card with the logo of the Gods Society. He looked at the signer, raised his eyebrows, and immediately ordered someone to pick the person up. He wanted to see what the Central Branch wanted to do.

When he first met the young man, Qi Shan thought he looked familiar, and his eyes and eyebrows seemed like those of an old friend.

"May I ask your name?"

"Lin, Lin Su, courtesy name Anzhi."

When Qishan heard this surname, he suddenly remembered why it sounded familiar.

“I don’t know where your ancestral home is?”

"Lingzhou."

"What is the relationship between Mr. Lin and the Lingzhou Lin family?"

"That's the main family."

  This confirmed Qi Shan's guess. He was indeed a relative of Lin Feng. This person came from the Central Continent, and the Lin family did move to the Central Continent. Since he was a member of the Lin family, why didn't Lin Su go to the Lin Mansion to recognize his ancestry and come to his side?

Thinking of the contents of the visiting card, Qi Shan's eyes dimmed.

"I wonder why Mr. Lin came to visit me?"

After a busy day, Qishan just wants to wash up and go to bed quickly.

Although Kangguo was in good weather and had no major problems, there were still a lot of trivial matters. During the time he was appointed as the regent, he had lost two circles of weight. He was on duty when he opened his eyes, and dreamed when he closed his eyes. If the master and his men did not come back, he felt that his life would end. Being the regent was such a boring and hard job, Qishan could not help but feel pity for Qin Li, Gu Chi and Chu Yao in the past.

How did these people survive?

He didn't experience the pleasure of holding power, but instead learned to worry like an old mother. If he hadn't been successful in his cultivation, after a period of time, his white hair would be as white as Chu Yao's.

Naturally, I have no intention of intrigue with LYB from the central region.

  Be straightforward and get to the point!

If you can't explain anything, kick him out immediately!

Lin Su saw the impatience beneath Qi Shan's seemingly kind face, and got to the point: "It's because of what was mentioned in the visiting card. When I was looking through the library of the Gods Society, I found that Qi Zhushe had read the content related to 'cloning'."

Upon hearing this, Qishan didn't even bother to pretend to be kind.

His dark eyes were filled with coldness, as if Lin Su was a dead person in his eyes: "Why do you ask this, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Su said: "Because I am also investigating."

Qi Shan looked at the other person silently: "Are you investigating Qi?"

"Of course not." Lin Su didn't want to give Qi Shan an excuse to get angry, so he clarified the misunderstanding, "I have a close friend who died unexpectedly, and I heard that the secret scroll of the main society records the method of resurrection. But I have never had a clue, and I accidentally learned that Qi Zhushe also has the same need, so I traveled thousands of miles and took the liberty to visit the main society."

The word "close friend" controlled Qishan for more than ten breaths.

He woke up from his memories: "Your best friend?"

"Well, that's me."

A third voice sounded in the house.

The sound came from an illusory figure.

Qi Shan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the shadow gradually emerging in the air in disbelief. Seeing a ghost in broad daylight... No, it was already night. He quickly calmed down and asked the ghost.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The shadow that seemed to be a ghost smiled bitterly: "Maybe, it's a ghost?"

Lin Su said: "He became like this after his death."

Qishan: "..."

Having never believed in ghosts or gods, he felt like his worldview was about to collapse.

Are there really ghosts in this world?

After all, he was an important official who could supervise the country, the Minister of the Central Secretariat of Kang State. Qi Shan calmed down very quickly, but his mind was uncontrollably thinking about other things - if people become ghosts after death, where is Yuan Liang's soul?

"Please help me, I will be grateful."

Qi Yuanliang is the head of the Society. He has come into contact with more secrets of the Gods Society than he has. Moreover, the libraries of the branches are not interconnected. Maybe there is more crucial information in the northwest? Regarding cloning and resurrection, I don't believe that Qi Shan has made no progress.

Guess-

Qi Shan said regretfully: "I can't help you."

Lin Su's first reaction was disbelief: "Why should the main club be on guard against me? I am not here to represent the Central Club... If the main club can help me with this, I will never refuse any mission in the future as long as it is within my ability and does not violate loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness!"

Qishan said: "Cloning does not mean resurrection from the dead."

Lin Su wanted to say something but was interrupted by Qi Shan.

The Minister of the Kang State showed a rare gentleness and patience, and slowly said: "To be honest, your experience is somewhat similar to my early years. I also lost a close friend, and he is also the biggest regret in my life. If one life can be exchanged for another in the world, I am willing to exchange him back to the world, not to mention 'clone'?"

His words are sincere, and even people who don't know him can hear it.

"You are running around for your best friend, just like I did back then. With that in mind, if I could really help, why would I reject you?" Qi Shan also considered "cloning" a life-saving straw back then, "But that's not a resurrection technique. It's just using your best friend's body to give birth to another independent individual with the same bloodline. To put it bluntly, it's a newborn baby without any memories..."

The young man in Taoist robes relaxed his shoulders and was actually thankful: "Anzhi, I said there is no such thing as resurrection. I am a man, a dead man at that, and my body has rotted into bones. How can I give birth to myself?"

This is totally unrealistic.

Unlike his relaxed and relieved expression, Lin Su's face sank.

The young man in the shadow couldn't help but feel scared.

"Even so, it's better than nothing." Qi Shan used the words that Shen Tang used to persuade him to try to convince Lin Su, but Lin Su didn't buy it. He was more obsessed than Qi Shan. "So what if it's not him? So what if it's a newborn? We have to take one step at a time!"

Taking this step will at least bring you closer to your goal.

Seeing that he was stubborn, Qi Shan did not try to stop him.

It’s just that Qishan can’t help the other party even though he wants it.

  He had a premonition that if he got involved, he would inevitably fall into the obsession of self-obsession, and who knows what he would do when he became paranoid. In the words of the master, the literati are a group of mentally ill people who seem to be able to take care of themselves and have good brains on the surface, but they may become ill once the key words are triggered. It is not a disease, but it can kill people!

This gate cannot be opened!

Qi Shan politely declined, and Lin Su pursed her lips and said nothing.

Just when Qi Shan thought that the other party would give up, Lin Su reached out from the waistband and took out a small accessory, and pushed the accessory in front of Qi Shan. When he took his hand away, Qi Shan saw the whole appearance of the accessory, and was struck by lightning! It was a jade pendant with two fish holding each other's tails, and the jade pendant had the Qi family crest that Qi Shan was very familiar with.

"This is……"

Qishan's throat choked with sobs and he lost his voice.

  Shouldn't this jade be buried with its owner in the Holy Land of Mountains and Seas? Why did it appear here? Why?

Qi Shan stared with his eyes wide open, his fingers trembling as he dared not touch it.

It was as if it was a piece of fragile glass.

Lin Su's voice was heard beside his ears: "Qizhushe, does this thing look familiar to you? It should belong to your best friend."

PS: Sigh, some lessons really need to be fined to make them learn. My relative scratched someone with his car, and he didn’t know the process at all. He just drove away after talking to the other victim verbally. The other party called the police, and he was considered a hit-and-runner ┓(`)┏

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