However, the father and son have been making a living on the boat for many years, traveling south and north. After all, they are knowledgeable and have seen strange guests. They suppressed their doubts. The old man asked with a smile: "Celebrity, how many fish do you want?" He felt a little uneasy. His son has killed three fish, weighing about ten pounds. If they don't want enough, the fish will only smell bad.

Mai Tiezan shouted in a rough voice: "What are you trembling? How many fish are you ready? Why? Are you worried that we won't pay?"

"Yes, yes." The father and son nodded immediately. The figure of Mai Tiebang undoubtedly makes people feel a sense of fear.

The father and son took out all the fish in the cabin and killed them. There were ten big fish. The two of them were quick-witted. But after a few cups of tea, there was a smell of fish floating in the entire boat. Everyone couldn't help but open their noses. Yang Yong temporarily put down his worries about drought and said to the left and right with a smile: "What a fragrant fish, it smells like braised Yellow River carp."

Lu Mulin, Zhang Qiu Taiyi and others nodded and said yes. The old man's eyes lit up and said, "The guest is right. The old man was trying to make a living in the Yellow River. What he is doing now is the way to make carp in the Yellow River."

Mai Tiezhang shouted: "You old man, just say nonsense. If you make a living in the Yellow River, why did you come to the Wei River now? Could it be that you were flying over?"

"The young old man dared not deceive the guest officials. He is indeed trying to make a living in the Yellow River. However, the Yellow River will have a flood every spring, and there is no boat on the river. The young old man and his kid will come to the Wei River at that time every year and wait until the flood is over before going back. But this year, they are greedy for many fish in the Wei River and go back late. It is impossible to go back now." Seeing that the guest suspected him, the old man quickly explained.

The so-called Yellow River Flood naturally refers to the floating ice that rushes down from the upper reaches after the Yellow River bleeds in spring. Every winter, the Yellow River will basically freeze and cannot sail. However, fishermen can dig ice in the river to catch fish. Once the ice melts, the fishermen will be completely unemployed. Some diligent fishermen will enter the Wei River along the open Guangtong Canal and continue to fish for a living. However, the Yellow River Flood is not long and ends at the end of March. Although there are fish in the Wei River, it is far from the Yellow River. For example, the father and son have been stranded until the voyage is cut off and have not returned. Otherwise, the fish in the Wei River will probably be caught.

As they spoke, the fish fragrance became stronger. The father and son put the thick fish soup one bowl after another, and also brought half a basket of steaming buns. The wheat iron stick was the most impatient. He picked up the fish soup and drank half a bowl before he picked up the bun in the basket and bit it. After chewing it for a while, the wheat iron stick immediately spit out: "Bah, what is this?"

Everyone was shocked and thought there was something wrong with the fish soup. They quickly put the bowl down, and several guards pressed their hands on their waists. If there was any problem with the food, they would immediately draw out their weapons and chop the father and son.

Seeing that more than ten people around him were full of murderous intent, the fishing father and son were so shocked that their legs were weak. The old man asked barely: "Is there anything wrong with this guy?" In a hurry, he rose from the guest to the master.

"What's wrong? It's a big mistake? What kind of bun is this? Why are you mixed with so many bean dregs and mixed brans?" Mai Tiebang shouted loudly. He has been a guard in the Eastern Palace for many years. Although he was unable to be promoted because he was illiterate, Yang Yong saw that he was sincere and had a strong martial arts skills and had more food than ordinary people. He loved Mai Tiebang very much. In addition to his salary, he was rewarded from time to time. Mai Tiebang was not as burdened as his former friends. He has lived a lot of life in the past years. The family often had big fish and meat, so how could they eat ginseng and mixed grains?

After hearing the words of the wheat iron stick, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly picked up the bread in the basket to see it. Sure enough, some bean dregs and rice bran were mixed in. These things were not even eaten by horses. Although the murderous aura was restrained, they were all full of anger.

Hearing that he was dissatisfied with his food, the old man couldn't help but beat him up. Why was he confused? These people were riding horses and dressed in extraordinary clothes. How could they eat this bun with ginseng and coarse grains: "Dear Master, I'm sorry, the old man is confused. I'll change it now, I'll change it now."

Mai Tiebang angrily threw the bread with coarse grains in his hand into the basket. However, his strength was slightly stronger. The bread bounced out of the basket and fell onto the boat. The wheels fell into the water. The young fisherman screamed and quickly threw it on the wooden board before pressing it in time before the bread was in the water. Seeing that the bread did not fall into the water, the fisherman blew a few breaths on the bread with joy, and then wiped it a few times with his hands, wiped it off the dust and carefully put it in the basket again.

Everyone was stunned. If they hadn't known that this was just a bun of grains, just looking at the fisherman's conduct, they would probably think it was something amazing.

If this situation is backward for decades, it would be possible. After all, at that time, the three kingdoms of Zhou, Qi and Chen were in a state of great power. The Yangtze River in Chen was a natural danger, and the people were still living and working in peace. The Zhou and Qi not only attacked each other, but also suffered from exploitation by the Turks. They had to pay tribute to the Turks every year. Ordinary people suffered a lot. Sometimes a little bean dregs, rice bran and other coarse grains could save a life. But now the Sui Dynasty has been established for fourteen years and has been unified for six years. Do people still have to rely on this bean dregs and rice bran to survive?

"Everyone, I'm really sorry. The fine grain on the boat is only one pound, and I'm afraid it's not enough for you." The old man tinkered in the cabin for a long time, and carried a small urn with a bitter face.

When Mai Tiebang stretched out his head, he saw that there was only a little grain covering the bottom of the urn. It was said to be fine grain, but it was just a little millet. Mai Tiebang was used to eating rice, but he was disdainful of this kind of millet: "Bah, is this also fine grain?"

Yang Yong shook his head and gave a wink at the guards. The guards understood and quickly took off the dry food from the horse and handed it over to the old man for treatment. The dry food they brought was all fried rice, which was much better than the millet in the old man's jar. The old man took the dry food, apologized and thanked him, poured the dry food into the pot and made it into rice for everyone again.

While drinking fish soup, everyone waited for the rice to be cooked. The father and son had good skills, and the fish soup was particularly sweet. Yang Yong drank a large bowl of fish soup, and his hunger suddenly eased a lot. He couldn't help but ask the old man: "Old man, what is the harvest of fishing in the Wei River this year?"

"Young Master, it's still true. The old man and his son can earn more than 100 kilograms a day for a long time, and at a low rate of 20 or 30 kilograms."

"This is strange. Since the harvest is so good, why do you use this kind of grain to entertain guests?"

"This..." the old man said, "I'm going to tell you, "I'm going to tell you about it. Nowadays, the fine grains are too expensive. This bun is only mixed with half of the coarse grains, which is excellent. If the old man eats them himself, most of them will have to use coarse grains."

Yang Yong disagreed: "How much does a bucket of fine grain cost now? Is it more expensive than your fish?"

"Young master is a noble man, and I don't know that these are justified. A live carp that is several kilograms is only sold for ten cents of copper coins. If it dies, it is not worth even five cents. Now, the rice dumplings on the market costs seventy or eighty cents. Even this bean dregs cost two to three cents per kilogram. It would be nice to have a bite of food. How dare the young man eat fine grains?"

When Yang Yong heard that the rice was worth 70 to 80 min, he was shocked and turned to Lu Mulin and said, "Mu Lin, I... I remember that the rice price last year was only 10 min per min, right? Isn't it a seven or eight times?"

"Young master is very memorable. Compared to last year, the rice price has increased by more than seven times. Even in May, the rice price was only twenty cents per dou." Lu Mulin replied.

"Why did the rice price rise so much after more than a month?"

Lu Mulin pointed at the dry Guangtong Canal there, and Yang Yong immediately understood that the sharp rise in rice prices must be the impact of the outflow of Guangtong Canal. Compared with water transportation, Lu Yuan lost more than several times. This year, Guanzhong itself has no grain harvest and water transportation has been cut off. Even if there are grain-free merchants, they will definitely take the opportunity to accumulate and raise the price of grain. Moreover, it is not realistic that millions of residents in the capital have to rely on land to transport grain for supply.

Unexpectedly, things had come to such a serious point, Yang Yong suddenly felt that eating was boring. At present, the fisherman fished every day and earned a lot. He could only eat ginseng, beans, rice bran and other things. Some poorer farmers didn't know how hard it would be. If the rice price rose again, what would be so great.

Everyone finished their meals in a hurry, and at the end of the final checkout, the fisherman only collected a hundred ounces of fish, which was only a price of more than a bucket of rice. However, Yang Yong asked everyone to give the remaining ten kilograms of dry food to the fisherman, which made the fisherman thank him so much.

Along the way, everyone slowed down their horses and walked slowly, which was even more shocking. Not only did the crops on both sides die of drought, but some big trees that had been decades old had fallen off their leaves and were half dead.

When he returned to the city, Yang Yong deliberately passed by the rice market in Xifang. Although it was still daylight now, half of the rice shops in Xifang were closed tightly. The remaining rice shops lined up in long queues, waiting to sell rice one by one.

"How about it, how much is the rice price?"

"It's rising, it's rising, it's already eighty-five yuan a bucket."

"If you don't buy it, can you still afford this rice?" A man walked out of the queue with an empty rice bag in anger.

A sneer came from behind: "It's just that I'm poor at eating bran, and I want to buy rice."

"You..." The man turned around and pointed at Mi Xing's guy, so angry that he couldn't speak.

The rice shop man ignored him and shouted intermittently: "I sold rice, I sold rice, 85 meters per dou, and only ten stones are sold today, until it is sold out."

When the person behind him heard that he only sold ten stones, he was anxious: "I want to buy, I want to buy!" The order of the queue was suddenly in chaos, and he pushed and squeezed.
Chapter completed!