Don't panic when fleeing the famine, the peasant girl is busy farming

Chapter 79
When Jiang Erya's father and daughter passed a grain store, they stopped to take a look inside.

Then, the two went into an uninhabited alley, and when they came out, they each pushed a cart in their hands, and the carts were full of bags of grain.

They pushed two carts of grain out of the west gate, registered the departure time, and walked towards the place where the people of Xinglin Village gathered.

Suddenly seeing two large carts of food, many victims near the porridge shed couldn't sit still. Their eyes were full of green light, and they looked at each other before rushing forward.

The surviving Fangjia Villagers sat together with those from other villages who had been driven away by Jiang Erya, happily watching the jokes.

Fangjia Village has been idle for the past two days, and they have already settled the conflicts between these people from other villages and those from Xinglin Village.

He knew how powerful Jiang Erya was.

Seeing the disaster victims rushing towards Jiang Erya, he smiled "haha" and said to the people around him: "These grandsons are too disrespectful, they dare to snatch Jiang Erya's things. This is really a birthday boy hanging himself. It's long. We've got a lot of fun to watch!"

Sure enough, as soon as the fastest running victim put his hand on Jiang Erya's grain bag, Jiang Erya pulled out a big knife from under the cart.

With a flash of the sword, the victim became a "one-armed hero". If he was given a sand sculpture, he could pretend to be Yang Guo.

Most of the victims were frightened by this scene, they hurriedly stopped, and never dared to go forward again.

But there were always a few people who were desperate for food, and they still stretched out their hands.

Jiang Erya turned the blade in her hand, tapped the back of the blade more than a dozen times quickly, and knocked away those outstretched hands, then picked up the cut-off arm of the "one-armed hero", and moved towards these people. leave.

She warned: "If you dare to reach out again, just like him, keep your hand!"

With the lessons learned from the past, there was a huge pain on the back of the hand, and the victims of the disaster were still afraid after all...

Jiang Erya dismissed the victims with ease, and the people of Xinglin Village who were holding up sticks to help were completely useless.

Aunt Liu came over, "Erya Erya, why did you buy so much food? Is there a lot of food in the city? Is it easy to buy?"

Jiang Erya had thought of an excuse a long time ago, she said: "The one who bought the live bear and deer is the head manager of a big inn. He has no shortage of food in his hand. He heard that we need to buy food, so he directly used the food to pay for it." .”

Aunt Liu tilted her head and asked, "Then he used food to pay for the money. Are we losing money or making money?"

Someone said it was a loss.

A catty of grain costs five renminbi, and the two carts of grain add up to more than 200 catties at most, or about [-] renminbi in total.

Six thousand Wen is six taels of silver.

Just one black bear sold more than six taels of silver, not to mention Jiang Erya father and daughter sold not only one black bear, but also a sika deer.

Some people say they earned it.

"Nowadays is different from the past, how can food still be five cents a catty?
As Li Zheng said, the day we left Qingjiang County, the price of grain in Qingjiang County had already risen to twenty cents a catty.

If calculated on the basis of twenty Wen a catty, then the more than 200 catties of grain are worth 24 taels of silver.

A live bear and a live deer are sold for 24 taels, so worth it!

Moreover, the famine has come, food prices will definitely soar all the way.It's going up and up, it's more than twenty cents a catty.

Maybe in the end, even if you hold 24 taels in your hand, you won't be able to buy half a grain of grain! "

Thinking about it this way, how could Jiang Erniu and his daughter lose money?They just made a lot of money, okay?

After worrying about whether Jiang Erniu's father and daughter would suffer, the people of Xinglin Village began to worry about their own people who went to the city to buy food.

Aunt Zhao said to Jiang Erya with a sad face: "I don't know if there is any grain for sale in Dongchang County, and if so, how much will it cost? What if you, Uncle Zhao, can't buy it?"

Jiang Erya smiled and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Zhao, if Uncle Zhao can't buy food in the city, you can buy it from me. Anyway, there are only me and my father in my family, and I can't finish these two big things." Food for the cart."

Aunt Zhao thought it was feasible, "That's a good idea. If your Uncle Zhao doesn't buy food in the city, you can sell me two bags. It's just the price..."

Jiang Erya said straightforwardly: "When Uncle Zhao and the others come back, let's ask what the price is at the grain store. No matter how many cents a catty it sells at the grain store, I will give you two cents off for every catty."

Aunt Zhao felt relieved after hearing Jiang Erya's words.

Soon, except Lao Jiang's family, all the people from Xinglin Village who had entered the city came back.

When they entered the city, they pushed empty carts and brought "huge sums of money", planning to make a big purchase.

As a result, after entering the city, I discovered that the salt here is expensive, and the food is even more expensive.

The so-called "big money" they carry in their pockets can't afford too many things at all.

Uncle Zhao walked up to Aunt Zhao, lowered his head and sighed, "I only bought a small jar of salt, and only ten catties of food."

Even though Mrs. Zhao had been prepared for it, she couldn't help but ask about the number when she heard it.

"Why so few?"

Uncle Zhao said: "Lizheng took us to all the grain shops in Dongchang County. The price of grain in those grain shops is higher than that of each other. The cheapest old grain costs 25 yuan a catty.

Because there are too many people queuing up to buy grain, the grain shop sells and sells, and the limit begins.

They put up a red paper, stipulating that each person can only buy ten catties.

When it was our turn, the clerk at the grain shop was still cheating, insisting that we pay first before he weighed the grain.

The food given was not enough, and when he was waiting to tie his pockets, he had to deliberately shake the bag and throw some food out.

We wanted to squat down to pick up the grain, but the man rushed out to chase people away, saying that we were wasting the time of those who bought grain behind us, and also affected the business of their grain shop..."

Aunt Zhao punched her leg, her teeth itching with hatred, "This grain shop guy is too bad, he doesn't fear retribution in the future for doing this!"

Uncle Zhao was worried, "Such a small amount of food will not last the day we return home."

Aunt Zhao grabbed Uncle Zhao and said, "Let's go, let's find Erya to buy food."

Aunt Zhao walked up to Jiang Erya and asked, "Erya, do you still count on what you said earlier? Are you really willing to sell me grain?"

Jiang Erya smiled and said, "Why don't you count? 23 Wen a catty, tell me, how many bags do you want?"

Aunt Zhao looked back at her grandchildren who could eat, gritted her teeth, and said, "I want two bags!"

When Jiang Erya was bringing food to Aunt Zhao, Aunt Liu also came over.

"Erya Erya, I also want to buy half a bag, can I?"

Jiang Erya nodded readily, "Of course, 23 Wen a catty, you can buy whatever you want."

She has a lot of food in her hand, and selling some to the people of Xinglin Village can not only solve their food shortage problem, but also allow her to earn some money, so why not do it?

When the people of Xinglin Village heard that Jiang Erya was willing to sell grain, they all gathered around.

Jiang Erya said: "Don't worry, line up..."

(End of this chapter)