Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 66 Existing
As of now, the Song family's existing food includes:

There are 310 catties of white rice, [-] catties of salt and a small jar left over from before.

Two packs of star anise, one pack of distiller's yeast, and one jar of sauce.

Four catties of white flour, one hundred catties of soybeans, and two catties of sugar.

Some of these are leftovers from earlier purchases.

Five hundred catties of carbon, which was fired in advance by Song Huan when he took the time to go back to Darongshu Village.

Among them, [-] catties were originally planned to be sold to the Liang Mansion in Lihua Lane to make a profit for the New Year.

But judging from the current situation, Song Huan doesn't plan to sell it to the Liang family anymore.

Five cured rabbits, three cured chickens, five cured fish, one sack of sweet potatoes, about fifty catties, and two pumpkins.

A bag of sun-dried chestnuts weighs about ten catties, and a bag of sun-dried fir tree mushrooms weighs about eight catties.

Two bags of tea leaves, half a bag of dried bamboo shoots, and one jar of pickled vegetables.

Six pieces of fresh fish, one pheasant, half a bag of chicken feet candy.

Song Huan didn't know if these food would be available until July or August next year, anyway, while still going out of the city now, he tried to find as much food as possible on the mountain, regardless of meat or vegetable.

She also needs to chop more firewood. The smoked tofu dregs she wants to make must burn enough firewood to smoke it dry, otherwise it will be useless.

By the way, she still needs a stone mill.

Unexpectedly, she actually had to spend extra money to buy a stone mill in addition to the planned cost of stockpiling food.

I can only look forward to it, hoping that under this situation, the price of stone mills will be lower.

The clerk at the grocery store didn't expect that someone would come to buy a stone mill, so he looked at Song Huan strangely.

I muttered in my heart, I don't look like a rich family in this dress.

Song Huan didn't pay attention to the buddy's fugue, but she looked at the large and small stone mills, looking for the right one.

After asking the price, she sighed, after all, she thought things too well.

I thought that if the price of food had risen, the price of other things might drop a little, but in fact it didn't. A small stone mill costs two hundred cash.

Song Huan thought of the one hundred catties of soybeans at home, so he made up his mind to buy the stone mill back home.

Song Huan looked at the price of rice as he passed the grain store.

The price of rice has risen from fifty cents a catty to eighty cents a catty.

The purchase limit is still five catties.

The number of people queuing did not decrease but increased, and it was still a long queue.

Even if the price of grain rises so fast, the common people have to empty out the only money in their pockets to buy rice with trembling hands.

Everyone knows in their hearts that the price of rice will become more expensive in the future, but what can be done?
They can only come to buy every day.

As far as the purchase limit is concerned, it will consume most of the people's pressing money.

The common people in the above sentence do not include self-cultivating farmers.

Things are not bad for the homesteaders.

Just like those villagers in Big Banyan Tree Village, they will keep enough grain for their family to eat until next year's autumn harvest, as well as enough grain seeds for next year's cultivation, and only sell the surplus grain to merchants.

In the case of being implicated by other places like Lu County, the owner farmers are the least affected.

If the disaster occurs directly, then vice versa.

The surrounding areas of Lu County are mostly tenant households and long-term laborers, and their living standards are much lower than those of self-cultivating farmers.

In good years, the income of tenant farmers is only half of that of owner farmers.

If the harvest fails, the tenants will have to borrow money from the main family, which makes the income of the tenants basically half of that of the owner farmers or even lower, making it difficult to maintain the normal expenses of the family.

The food provided by the long-term workers from the master's house is five stones and five dollars, worth [-] Wen.

One tael of silver for coiling, three hundred taels of farm tools, and one thousand two hundred taels of silver for firewood and wine. In total, the annual income of long-term workers is seven thousand five hundred taels, which is seven and a half taels of silver.

Calculated, there are about [-] Wen a day, which is basically enough to make ends meet.

The income level similar to that of the owner farmers is probably only the artisans who can work for the court.

Craftsmanship, inherited from generation to generation.

They belong to the type with a skill.

In the county, the daily price of a helper is [-] Wen per day.

In the village, the daily price of helpers is more than 20 Wen per day.

The craftsman with good craftsmanship who can mount jade documents to the imperial court can earn 18 taels a year, which is basically the same as the income of self-cultivating farmers.

At noon, even though the sun was hanging in the sky, it still made people feel cold and windy.

The bandit leader finally returned to the yard.

The bandit leader came here to take Qingqing away.

Rather than reading and practicing calligraphy, he hopes that Qingqing can grow up safely and happily.

After this catastrophe, if she still wants to come back, she will come back and continue her studies.

The bandit leader gave Song Huan a general account of what he had learned.

Due to the drought in the whole city, this kind of chain reaction occurred in Yangjiang Mansion, which is the closest to it.

Song Huan asked suspiciously, "Could it be that the imperial court didn't open a warehouse to release grain?"

The bandit leader shook his head, "I don't know about that.

However, it is presumed that even if the warehouse is opened to release grain, it is estimated that it will not be able to meet the needs of the people in that area. "

That's why people from Mancheng came to Yangjiang Prefecture to buy grain at a low price, and then returned to Mancheng to sell it at a high price, earning the difference in the middle price.

Song Huan asked, "Does the village owner have any news about the current situation in Mancheng? Has it improved?"

The bandit leader shook his head, "It's too far away from the whole city, and the people who come to buy food are also small people, and they really don't know the general direction."

Song Huan sighed, this is the inconvenience caused by the information lag.

Seeing Song Huan's appearance, the bandit leader asked, "Why don't you go back to the stalagmite village with us? Although the place is not big, it is still possible to accommodate your two siblings."

Song Huan thought for a while and shook his head, "Although I really want to agree to the village master's proposal, I think it's better to stay here."

The reason why Song Huan did not agree to go together was mainly due to two reasons.

One was because she was afraid that she would not receive any news from Fucheng in time.

The second is that the stalagmite village is located in a remote place, and the news is even more lagging. If you want to inquire about the situation, it is not the best place.

Although the impact of this drought can be avoided to a certain extent.

Judging from the current situation and the current situation, she can also have a certain judgment on the current development and future trends based on the memories she has in her previous life and what she has seen and heard.

If there are any special circumstances, she can also make corresponding solutions in time.

But if she went to the stalagmite village, she would only passively receive incomplete news and wait long and anxiously.

Being too passive made Song Huan even more insecure.

The bandit leader is not forced to stay either.

He understands Song Huan's skills.

There are very few who can hurt her here.

So when the bandit leader left with Qingqing and Mrs. Wang, he left a last sentence, "If you encounter any trouble, you can go to the stalagmite village to find me."

Song Huan thanked, "Thank you, I will. Wally Master, please take care too."

The brother on the side watched Qingqing leave, and asked, "Sister, is it important for big brother?"

Song Huan shook his head, "I don't know, but it shouldn't be too bad.

Government schools are run by the government, and generally speaking, there will be no problems that threaten personal safety.

In addition, your eldest brother can receive lin rice every month, so it stands to reason that he should not be hungry. "

If you won't starve and won't be in danger, then there's no problem.

Brother breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought, that's good!

Song Huanyao looked in the direction of Fucheng and prayed in his heart.

I hope that as I said, you are all well.

(End of this chapter)