Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

However, the officials did not rob them of their food just because they were attracted by it. Instead, they came to buy it. This made the Lin family members' favorability towards the soldiers rise several levels.

The head of the village was not being pretentious. They had already planned to develop the noodle business anyway. It didn't matter who they did business with. Selling to the soldiers would allow them to have a bite of hot noodles while they were working hard to defend the territory and their country. There was no reason for the head of the village to refuse.

So, he respectfully and solemnly expressed his respect to all the officials for protecting the peace of the area, and also expressed with a hint of apology that his group was indeed living in a difficult situation at the moment and was unable to provide the gifts for free, and hoped that the officials would forgive him...

It turned out that the officers and soldiers who had intended to extort money from the villagers almost burst into tears with embarrassment on their faces and shame in their eyes when faced with the sincere and respectful attitude of the village head and others.

So, you want to buy and I want to sell.

While they were distilling and purifying wine in the state capital, they made two boxes of bread. Apart from keeping enough for two meals tomorrow, they sold them to the officials at a clearance price which was not very profitable.

The refugees standing by were so anxious that they were staring blankly. They had thought that they might be able to buy some by trying harder, but the officials were so quick that they took away the baskets after paying the money.

Refugees:……

"No more, all sold to the officials, we only have enough for tomorrow morning and lunch." Lin Dashan meant to explain that the remaining bread was only enough for his own family and could not be sold outside. Unexpectedly, the refugees went crazy after hearing this, holding up silver coins and clamoring to buy.

"What do you eat? We work in the fields, and it's not a busy farming season. Two meals a day is enough. You guys eat three meals a day, isn't that a waste?"

"Come on, young man, listen to your parents and save money, or you will lose all your wealth."

"You said you guys are going to Wanbao Town, it's close, so it won't be a problem if you skip a meal or two."

"Yes, most of you are young people, you can still survive if you go hungry for one or two meals. Even if there are elderly people, don't we have animals? We can just let the animals carry us."

……

Everyone was talking at once, saying a thousand things, but the main point was, come on, sell it, no matter how much you have, you have to sell it, you have to sell it. As for whether it's expensive or something, that depends on who gives more.

There is no way. There are too many monks and too little porridge. We can't fight over food. The officials are watching us. We are all civilized people, so we should use civilized ways.

The Lin family team was really speechless. They didn't even have time to say anything before they were arranged clearly by these people.

Finally, Uncle Lin (the village head) was so annoyed by the noise that he decided to sell all the bread. But he couldn't say the price. With so many people, there would always be people who couldn't buy it, and that would offend people. So he just sold it according to everyone's offer.

So, with everyone "reluctantly" doing it, they handed over the silver in one hand and the bread in the other.

After sending away the last refugee, everyone in the Lin family's team hid themselves, secretly rejoicing.

It's profitable, it's profitable, the business stall hasn't even been set up yet, but it's opened ahead of schedule, it's a good omen, it's a good omen, everyone is so happy.

What should we do tomorrow if they are all sold out?

Do they seem so unprepared? They still have steamed buns to take care of it. The pork hasn't been cooked yet. They can just have some steamed buns with meat in it tomorrow morning. What's there to be afraid of?

The head of the village put all the money he earned into a bag and tied it around Lin Baotian's waist under the protection of everyone. He would count the money when he arrived at the place and record the account so that he could divide the money later.

Lin Xiaoyue, who was curled up in the hammock on the tree, had a panoramic view of all the buying and selling going on below, and she admired Grandpa Lin and the others from the bottom of her heart.

These former peasants were only shackled by the environment. If there were a corresponding platform for them to grow, it would not be impossible for them to grow into towering trees in time.

It was a rare night without incident, and everyone woke up at dawn the next day.

As rustling sounds were heard all around, each team quickly began to wash pots and cook. They were busy for more than half an hour. After they had eaten and put away everything, each team went their separate ways.

From then on, we were strangers, and I didn’t know if I would see each other again in this lifetime.

On the other hand, the officers repeatedly reminded Team Leader Shen and his two companions to find out clearly where the Lin family's team was staying so that they could find an opportunity to buy bread from them later.

The three officials took great efforts to break free from the encirclement of their colleagues. Is it worth all these people’s repeated warnings and instructions for just such a small matter?

Really, he is not even old enough, but he is nagging like the elders in the family.

Too talkative, scary.

After most of the day, they finally arrived at the entrance of Wanbao Town. There was a huge stone tablet with three big characters "Wanbao Town" inscribed on it.

When they arrived at the town entrance, they were stopped by several yamen runners guarding the gate. Seeing this large group of about 200 people, some of whom had livestock, the officers and soldiers knew at a glance that these people were mostly refugees assigned to their side.

Normally, the leader of their team would go up and hand over the person to the yamen runners in Wanbao Town. Even if they had delivered the person, they could retire and return to Yongzhou City to report.

But I still want to wait for the Lin family to settle down and find out their future address. It can also be regarded as doing them a favor so that it will be convenient for me to visit them in the future and buy some noodles. That's why I thought of staying for one or two more days.

Anyway, when they escort people down, they usually leave a few days of flexibility for the round trip to give the officials time to deal with unexpected situations along the way.

It is not like the modern business trip where you have to come back and report to someone immediately after finishing your work, without even a minute's delay. It is so rigid and strict.

With the help of a familiar official, the group passed the "security check" smoothly and entered the town following the local yamen runners. They first reported to the yamen and had the county magistrate stamp the settlement document. Only then did the document become officially effective and they were truly considered people of Wanbao Town.

The county magistrate was a well-mannered, elegantly-spoken middle-aged man in his forties. There was a deep wrinkle between his brows, and he looked worried and torn.

After taking the document handed over by the county magistrate, which had already been stamped by the Yongzhou government office, he quickly and efficiently stamped the registration documents of the group.

When they left the county government office, it was not too late, around 13:15 to : p.m. Some people anxiously asked the chief clerk about the situation in the village below. Then, after bowing and thanking the official, they hurriedly followed the runners from the county government office to the village below.