The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Here, your rice noodles, wrapped for you."

The waiter of the grain store skillfully wrapped the two large bags of grain and handed them to the silent guests in front of him. Then he began to pull up his home style with some curiosity.

"Uncle, you've come to buy grain every day these days. Everyone knows you. Why do you want to buy rough noodles today when you bought sorghum rice yesterday? There's some new refined rice in the store recently. Would you like some?"

The man with clean clothes stood with his body tilted, took the grain bag, simply took out the money from his arms and threw it away. He pulled his face and reluctantly showed a kind smile.

"Precious things like refined rice are for your people. Where can we spare money to buy them?"

The waiter nodded approvingly, gave up the idea of selling more things, turned and looked inside. Seeing that the shopkeeper didn't pay attention, he quickly opened the man's grain bag and grabbed a handful of coarse rice and stuffed it in.

The man was stunned, smiled, took out a piece of gummy candy from his arms, broke it in half and gave half to the waiter. They squatted at the door of the grain store and chatted.

"Uncle, how many people are there in your family? I've seen you buy grain these days. Although there are not many, it's enough for everyone to eat for a while?"

Man, it's strange that Koryo has a bumper harvest this year. Food is neither expensive nor short. Ordinary people buy food for one month at most. What's wrong with the rest of their money? Store food and keep it for rats?

The man spat on the ground with some ruffian spirit, then put on a difficult look of the world, and shook his head.

"You don't know. My hometown is in the poor mountain valley of Baiji. I didn't mix a meal until I came out of Jingshang casino, but my family still had a meal."

"Men, if you have food, you can't forget your home. If you don't get some money from men every day, you can buy some food and ask someone to take it back. It's winter, and you have to give them a hot meal to survive, don't you?"

After hearing this, the man looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help but feel proud.

Although he only makes a living, Koryo is much better than those broken places in Baiji. Look, so many Baiji people come to Koryo just to eat and keep their families from starving.

It's said that Baiji can't even pay military salaries. Isn't it worse for the people below?

Thinking of this, the man turned a man and whispered, "it's not easy for everyone. Uncle, if you come to buy food next time and look for me, you'd better come before the sunset. If the shopkeeper is not here, I can't see if I can catch you a handful or two of broken rice."

"Yes! You are a good man. Thank you!"

The man smiled with a trace of mystery, patted his ass, stood up, carried two bags of grain on his shoulders, and walked away slowly.

He walked into an empty alley, nestled in the corner and knocked on the courtyard wall behind him. After a while, a wall hole blocked by stones came out.

Looking around, the man calmly stuffed the grain bag into the hole and left as if nothing had happened.

Looking at the yard, two strong men slowly moved the stone blocking the hole, and then poured the grain in the grain bag into the overflowing grain basket.

One person is tall and two people hold the food basket. At a glance, there are at least hundreds of food baskets in the yard

Such large and small courtyards, broken temples and even the backyard of dark kilns are all over the main cities of Korea.

If you look down from the sky, a large fine net has covered the economic lifeline of Korea. The trickling grain transportation team, mixed with other goods, flows through Korea in an insignificant way. The closer it is to the border of Baiji Xinluo, the more "robust" these trickles will converge into still inconspicuous rivers and flow into the sea of Baiji Xinluo.

No, Baiji Xinluo can only be regarded as a fast-moving river. As soon as the food enters the territory of the two countries, it can no longer be disguised. With the help of cheap labor, it is transported to the seaside quickly. Countless large and small seagoing ships have been requisitioned. Like ants, they carry heavy food back to Dagan or Fusang.

The general, who was sent by the emperor as a deterrent, looked at so much food, red eyed, put down his dignity, directly turned the big ship used in naval warfare into a grain ship, and desperately robbed the grain and transported it back.

Such a big noise is the sign of the casino. Naturally, Wan, PU and Jiang can't know it.

Wan Feng, who was busy dealing with the military camp casino, couldn't come back. Jiang Xijun, who accompanied the Korean royal family, couldn't come back. Only Pu Haitian, a businessman, came back conscientiously. He was shocked. He first investigated the grain of Baiji and Xinluo. After confirming that he didn't follow the grain tide, he was a little relieved and ran to find boundless to explore the wind.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for many days. I'm more and more energetic!"

The boundless white jade like fingers played with the abacus indifferently, and said coldly without raising their heads: "there's no need to say more about these temptations. I'm aiming at Korea. I want to bite a piece of meat from him by the east wind of the confrontation between Korea and Daqian. What else do you want to ask?"

Park Haitian was dumb. Although this is really what he wants to determine, it is almost certain in his heart. Even if "Inoue" doesn't admit it, he won't believe it!

He had no opinion at all about sucking blood and eating meat from Koryo, but now he had to panic because of his desperate posture of buying food.

After hesitating again and again, park Haitian had the cheek to try again.

"Mr. Inoue is joking. We have opened all the casinos. It's just like beating the marrow and sucking blood. But why do we spend a lot of money to buy food? Has there been a famine in Fusang recently?"

His eyelids were slightly raised and he stared at the restless Park Haitian without emotion. Boundlessly put aside the abacus in his hand, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip slowly. Then he said as if nothing had happened: "you are a businessman. You should know that the less grain on the market, the higher the price of grain."

"Do you want to hoard?" As soon as PU Haitian's eyes brightened, he couldn't continue to think. Boundless broke his fantasy in a cold voice.

"Hoarding? Oh, when grain prices rise, only the most expensive refined rice is left on the market. Ordinary people can't afford golden rice. After the crazy rise in grain prices, they can't afford it."

"But the nobles don't worry too much, because what they eat on weekdays is refined rice and noodles. Even if the grain price turns up a hundred times, it's not as good as the money thrown out by a gambling game."

"In this way, the civilians will become more and more panic and noisy, while the noble people's life remains the same. If they are not affected, they will habitually suppress the noise of the civilians."

Blow away the tea floating on the surface, look at the light green tea soup below, and the boundless corners of your mouth evoke a smile.

"The suppression of civilians needs the army, but when you find that your army has become a bad gamble, and even grain and grass have been taken out for gambling, and the army has nothing to eat... What kind of panic will it be? Oh, I really want to see."

Ignoring Park Haitian's pale almost dead face, he was in a good mood and picked up the abacus again. He couldn't help but show his master's sneaking cat's howling appearance in his heart.

It's very addictive to enjoy the mood of waiting to see the enemy's jokes like the master occasionally.