The king behind the empress

Chapter 235 Grain Prices Plummet
Hearing that Mo Zizai just said to keep the grain from the grain merchants, Xue Wanche couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He thought Mo Zizai was going to kill all those merchants again, which frightened him.

But after thinking about it, Xue Wanche felt that something was wrong. Those grain merchants came all the way to sell grain in the capital, and the price of grain is still so high. It is reasonable to say that they would not leave if they were driven away. What about food left behind?

But even though he didn't understand, Xue Wanche didn't ask any more questions. With Mo Zizai's no-holds-barred character, it's really easy to deal with those grain merchants, so there's no need to ask more about this matter. Mo Zizai must have already thought about dealing with those grain merchants. The way of grain merchants.

"It's not difficult to keep food out of the city."

Xue Wanche pondered for a moment, and then asked: "I just don't know what name should be more appropriate."

"Just find any excuse."

Mo Zizai didn't care much about this aspect, and said casually, "If you are not convinced, let them come to me."

"..."

Xue Wanche was a little speechless, they dared to find you.

But after Mo Zizai said that, he also understood what Mo Zizai meant, so he didn't say any more at the moment, and bowed his hands to Mo Zizai and said: "I understand, I will let people arrange it."

"Ah."

Mo Zizai nodded, and after Xue Wanche left, he called Jia Fu again, "Someone tell Song Hui that grain merchants are allowed to sell grain on a large scale, and let him follow the plan."

"Old slave understands."

Jia Fu responded, and then sent someone to make arrangements.

"If you want to have a good year, you need to slaughter more fat pigs."

Mo Zizai was slightly emotional, "After this wave of food looting, there should be no more people starving to death in the three counties."

"After doing this, those businessmen were offended to death. It will be difficult to cheat them like this in the future."

"That's unlikely."

Zhou Qi shook his head behind Mo Zizai and said, "Businessmen are after profit. If they see such a high profit next time, they will still come, but next time they will be more cautious."

"That's true."

Mo Zizai nodded approvingly, "Then try another trick next time."

"..."

Hearing what Mo Zizai said, Zhou Qi shook his head helplessly. It wasn't that he suspected that Mo Zizai couldn't do it. He used officials to bully the people. As long as he was willing to let go of his status, it would be too simple. It's the reputation of the prince, and I'm afraid it will become more and more in the future. It's getting worse.

……

A middle-aged man at the Qianji Grain Shop was overjoyed when he saw the news from the Ministry of Accounts that he could sell unlimited grain.

"Okay, finally let go."

The middle-aged man greeted the servants, "Qian San, go and inform the people at the official storehouse to bring over more food, the master wants to earn enough today!"

After Qian San took the order to inform, the middle-aged man couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, stood up and paced back and forth in the room, "It seems that Mo Zizi really can't bear the pressure, let me just say, food The demand is so great, how could Mo Zizai keep suppressing it, he just wants to sell grain for a few days to make some money."

"What's the king of freedom? Pooh, the king of greedy money is almost the same."

"I don't know how the uncle of the household department became the secretary of the household department. He really went back more and more, and he was so afraid of a yellow-haired boy. If he knew that he would not listen to him, he would directly send people to those porridge places to make trouble."

"If there were no porridge givers, Mo Zi would let go of the day to buy food, and it would take a few more mornings."

But at this point, he calmed down a bit, slowly slowed down his pace, shook his head and said: "Forget it, this is the capital after all, so we can't make it too obvious, otherwise it will be troublesome to be found out."

Qian Shaoyuan sat back on the stool, took a sip of herbal tea, and finally regained his composure, "A few days later is fine, and the price will be higher a few days later, which is a good thing."

As for whether the price will drop when the food comes out at once, he has nothing to worry about.

Although these businessmen are in a competitive relationship with each other, no one dares to take the initiative to lower prices and engage in vicious competition. After all, although this thing belongs to them, the money they earn is not all theirs. If someone dares to do this If you break the rules, then you will be liquidated by the people behind you when you go back.

Therefore, from Qian Shaoyuan's point of view, this wave of money is a sure thing. After all, there is such a shortage of food in the capital. As long as they firmly control the price of food, they can earn as much as they want.

"Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Mo Zizai. If he hadn't frantically copied the capital's grain and shipped it to the three counties, I wouldn't have earned the money. It's all thanks to him."

Qian Shaoyuan, who was about to usher in a bumper harvest, was very proud in his heart, and he shouted outside, "Come on, please invite the Changle class, the master wants to listen to an opera today."

The Changle troupe is a well-known opera troupe in the capital, and it costs a lot of money just to listen to it, let alone invite you to sing alone at home, but Qian Shaoyuan doesn't care, the windfall is close at hand, so why care about such a thing? money.

Because the capital is a bit depressed now, the Changle class doesn't have much business. After receiving Qian Shaoyuan's invitation, the Changle class came over almost non-stop.

Qian Shaoyuan sat under the stage, listening very comfortably, but after a long time, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The food he asked Qian Santiao was not much, and according to previous experience, it should have been sold out long ago. Why haven't you come to report to him yet?

Thinking of this, Qian Shaoyuan couldn't help but feel a bad premonition in his heart, but he comforted himself in his heart, maybe all the grain merchants sold together, there was too much grain, and the people in the capital didn't react in a short time, so they were not in a hurry, not in a hurry.

Although he thought so in his heart, Qian Shaoyuan was still a little uneasy. He sat up suddenly and said, "Come here, go and get Qian San."

After the servant listened to the order, someone immediately went to look for Qian San, but Qian San came very quickly. The servant had almost just left the mansion, and Qian San ran over in a panic, "Master, master, it's not good, Oh no."

Qian Shaoyuan, who was already a little uneasy in his heart, suddenly stood up after hearing Qian San's words. He stared at Qian San nervously and asked, "What happened?"

"Old... lord..."

Qian San looked at Qian Shaoyuan's eyes, feeling a little scared in his heart, he hesitated for a while, and then said hesitantly: "Food... The price of food... fell..."

"Food prices have fallen?"

Qian Shaoyuan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened suddenly, staring at Qian San, "How much did it fall?"

"Ten...ten..."

Qian San's cross was on his lips, but he didn't dare to continue.

"Ten what?"

Seeing Qian San's stammering appearance, Qian Shaoyuan suddenly became anxious, picked up Qian San's collar, and asked angrily, "Is it Shiwen?"

"Ten times, sir!"

Qian San was about to cry. Being forced by Qian Shaoyuan, he didn't care so much, and directly said everything he knew, "And the price is still falling. The common people look at the price of food. It has fallen so fast, except for those who are in urgent need, there are not many people who start to buy."

"ten times?!!"

After Qian Shaoyuan heard these two words, he felt like a thunderbolt sounded in his mind, knocking him out.

He weakly let go of Qian San's collar, then shook his whole body twice, and collapsed on the chair with a plop.

"It's over, it's over..."

(End of this chapter)