Kangguo, Fengluo.

Although Kang Guo and the Southwest Allied Forces were fighting each other and the battle was very hot, the territory was still peaceful, and the capital Fengluo was even more peaceful. The prices of grain shops not only did not take advantage of the situation to rise, but also dropped. The fruits and vegetables were a little fluctuating and not much.

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

His eyes fell on the hanging food price sign.

"What a handsome man, but what do you want to buy?" The servant didn't dare to drive away the young man in his outfit, and told the boss softly that such a big man had been standing at the door and not buying anything to affect business.

The boss turned his eyes and waved his hand to signal the servant to do his job. She gave this person a twelve-pointed smile on his face. As the saying goes, don't hit people with a smile. If you want to make money in business, you must not only have good quality and low price, but also give enough emotional value.

The young scribe pointed at the sign.

"Is this price new grain this year?"

The grain price in other areas is three times that of it, or even three times that of it, and it can’t buy food. Whenever there is war outside, grain merchants will take advantage of the chaos to rush, and the price can even be as high as twenty or thirty times. This place is the royal capital of Kang State, and it is really weird that the price of grain is so low.

The boss smiled and said, "How could it be new grain? The farmland in all parts of the capital has not yet been harvested, and this batch is from last year. Although it is not new grain, the production area is in Heyin, which is of high quality. It can make people feel fragrant by cooking it with simple firewood."

"A top grade?"

The boss smiled and said, "It's the best."

The young scholar was obviously not concerned about food evaluation, but what he cared about was something else: "The young student was a foreigner and studied all the way. I heard that Kang Guo was fighting with the southwest, and the frontline soldiers were bound to eat and use. Why is the food price in the country so low?"

The boss said blankly: "Are you low?"

Young scribe: "very low."

This price makes him want to buy and sell.

But the boss said: "The price has risen in the war this year."

As he said, he sighed.

Although Kangguo was crazy about building bridges and roads, transportation still relied on cattle and horses. Ordinary people had limited scope of activities and merchants could be farther away. However, they could not resist the vast territory of Kangguo. The boss had never left the country in his life and knew little about news about other countries.

She did hear her father say that other places are expensive.

If you make a fuss, you can make a fortune.

However, if you do this, you won't be able to get the goods.

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

Young scribe: “…”

No, when did grain merchants have such a conscience?

Aren’t we all taking advantage of the war to make a fortune?

He was afraid of being beaten, so he did not say this in front of the boss, but chose to tempt it. However, the boss waved his hand quickly, and his young face, who was fifteen or sixteen, was filled with horror: "This is not something, it is not something. How could you, your husband look at Jun, so how could your heart be so dark?"

The young scholar said that some places outside have prices for grain, and if she had channels to collect a batch and sold it, the profit would be extremely high.

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

"I can't move any more."

Seeing the young man confused, the boss thought that the other party was coming to study in another place, and a sense of responsibility and pride arose.

Patiently explain the reasons to the other party.

Kangguo needs special official qualifications to open a grain shop.

Grain merchants who have obtained qualifications cannot collect grain from the hands of the private people. They must go through official channels, the purchase price is stable and the quality is guaranteed. Except for A-grade rice and grain, other grades are not allowed to be sold across states. If the first time you find the fine and warning, the second time you find the qualification will be directly revoked. Of course, small-scale private transactions will not be affected, and the amount will not exceed.

There are also standards for the price increase and decrease of grain shops.

If the standard exceeds the standard, the common people can complain.

The young scholar frowned: "...So, should farmers give priority to the government's output by farming? Merchants cannot collect on a large scale? What is this strange truth? Is it not the government's final decision to collect more or less?"

"Mr., that's not what the reason is."

The boss doesn't understand the tricks of the government, but she knows businessmen.

Merchants travel from north to south, with relatively many information channels and are sensitive to grain prices. Those unscrupulous merchants faked the weight when collecting grain, suppressed the price, and delayed the payment. Of course, it does not mean that the farmers are completely innocent.

In order to sell more money, some farmers use inferior products as good things as good things, and some unethical people directly soak in water or add stones. Merchants come to collect grain, and the outermost food is good, and those who are deeper and deeper, they may be cheated if they don’t check or if they don’t check carefully.

When the government collects taxes, the grain will be collected and the silver will be paid to the farmers. The grain merchants will collect grain from the government, and both sides will save trouble. As for whether there is any corruption in the government, isn’t it all the matter of the royal court? The common people don’t know anything else. As long as they know that the supply of grain stores is abundant and the price is stable, they can buy it as long as they want to buy it.

The young scholar still found it incredible.

With the problem, he presented the long-prepared prayer letter to Qifu Sijun, leaving behind his current collapse. The night was getting darker and the nightlife in the royal capital had just begun. The young scholar looked at the crowds of tourists on the street, and a phantom whispered in his ears.

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

When I saw the owner of the grain shop just now, I wanted to ask.

He looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, so he made a widow's bun.

There were more and more pedestrians on the street, and there were more and more women in the style of buns, from thirteen to fourteen to thirty or forty. Although the buns were plain, their clothes were bright and delicate, which looked very awkward. The young scholar did not answer, but just asked around a mansion, looked up at the plaque on the main entrance, and his eyes suddenly became clear. The phantom beside him also looked at the line of sight: "Your sister's house."

This is Lin Feng’s Mansion.

Soon, a carriage came from a distance and stopped at the main entrance. A middle-aged man in official uniform got out of the car.

The phantom looked carefully: "It looks a bit like An Zhi."

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

My father’s fourth brother, his fourth uncle.

Judging from this attitude, Lin Xuan should have just returned from the government office. Lin Feng wanted to support his great-grandfather, and the fourth uncle Lin Xuan also wanted to respect the old man. Several people just lived together, and the grandfather and grandson took care of each other. Lin Feng went to the front line, and Lin Xuan stayed in the capital.

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

"This house is so grand and worth a lot of money."

The place they found was not good, but the price was not low. After asking around, it was basically the same market. I heard that except for a few officials who received the gift and bought the house early, other officials rented houses in the capital, and the rent was not cheap.

Fortunately, the salaries of officials also have rental subsidies.

The young scholar watched Lin Xuan enter and turned and left.

"Anzhi, don't you go to see your fourth uncle?"

"No need, it's just a worry."

I had dinner casually in the restaurant on the street. When I returned to the lower place, I saw someone at the door preparing a carriage and waiting for me. The patterns on the carriage were the same as those on the Qi Mansion, and the owner's identity was about to emerge.

"I have met Lin Jun, my master is invited."

The young man nodded: "I'm in trouble."

As soon as Qishan got home from the time of duty, he saw a greeting letter with the Gods' logo. He looked at the signer, raised his eyebrows, and immediately ordered someone to pick him up. He wanted to see what some Chinese clubs wanted to do.

When I saw a young man for the first time, Qishan felt that he was kind-hearted.

There seems to be an old friend between the eyebrows and eyes.

"Dare you ask about your surname?"

"Lin, Lin Su, whose courtesy name is Anzhi."

When Qi Shan heard this surname, he suddenly remembered why he was familiar with it.

"I don't know where my ancestral home?"

"Lingzhou."

"What is the relationship between Lin Langjun and the Lin family in Lingzhou?"

"That's my family."

This statement verifies Qi Shan’s conjecture. It is indeed Lin Feng’s relative. This person came from the central continent, and the Lin family did relocate to the central region. Since he was from the Lin family, Lin Su didn’t go to the Lin family to recognize his ancestors and return to his hometown, so why did he go to his side?

Thinking of the content on the prayer post, Qi Shan's eyes were dark.

"I wonder what happened to Langjun Lin coming to visit?"

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

Although there is no major problem in Kangguo's territory, there are many trivial matters. During the period when he was appointed as the governor, his waist was thinner twice. When he opened his eyes, he was the duty, and when he closed his eyes, he dreamed. If the Lord and they did not come back, he felt that life could be over at first sight. The governor was such a boring and hard work. Qi Shan couldn't help but love Qin Li Gu Chi and Chu Yao back then.

How did these people survive?

I didn't understand the pleasure of holding Daquan, but I learned to worry about it like an old mother. If he hadn't been successful in his cultivation, he would have been able to compare his white hair with Chu Yao over a period of time.

Of course, I didn't have the intention to compete with LYB from the middle.

Just go straight to the point!

I can't tell you one, two or three, so I will immediately blow it out!

Lin Su saw the impatientness under Qishan's face as if he was kind, and also became sensible: "For the sake of the things mentioned in the book, when the young actor reviewed the General Library of the Gods Society, he found that Qizhu Club had read the content related to 'Clone'."

When Qishan heard this, he was too lazy to disguise himself as he pretended to be kind.

The dark eyes were filled with cold air, as if Lin Su in his eyes was a dead person: "Langjun Lin asked what he did?"

Lin Su said: "Because, the young student is also investigating."
To be continued...