Cross the doghouse to save Party A, Your Highness owes me ten mines

"The guy at Zhang's grain store said so."

"Hmph, he's well-informed!" The shopkeeper muttered without even looking up, his hands didn't stop working, still using an abacus to clatter, counting the goods with one hand, and sending out parameters one by one, and he even found time to reply:

"What herbs do you want to weigh? Do you have the prescription? Just go to the waiter at the counter."

The soaked man said, "Boss, I often prescribe medicine for my mother. I know the rules. I have all the medicines on the prescription in our town, but I am missing one ingredient, ginseng..."

The shopkeeper said: "Yes, sir, you came at a very opportune time. Please take a seat and have a rest. I will weigh the goods for you after we have settled the bill. Sanzi, pour some tea..."

"Okay, please come this way!" Immediately, the second brother came forward.

"Shopkeeper... you..." The big man knelt down and begged, "Please be kind, my old mother is waiting for medicine, but I have no money to buy ginseng. It was a good year, a rare bumper year, and my family has a lot of land, and finally we have surplus grain, but why can't we sell it at a good price? Please, please let me exchange grain for medicine!"

The shopkeeper said: "No grain!"

The big man begged and kowtowed: "Boss, I beg you..."

The shopkeeper naturally had no choice: "If it is antiques and jade, I will accept it, but we ordinary merchants dare not touch money, grain, salt and iron. Without grain vouchers, I will not accept a single grain of rice."

"Boss, can you give me some on credit? My family needs medicine. I asked many pharmacies, but they all said they were out of medicine. Only yours has it..." It is not necessarily that there is not a single ginseng in the whole Huai'an City, but as an ordinary person, this is the only way this big man can find. He can only knock his head loudly:

"Boss, I beg you, I beg you..."

The old man who was hiding from the rain on the threshold sighed at the situation. He smashed his pipe hard and spit it out. The smoke was lingering in the water vapor under the eaves. He sighed and said:

"It is said that things in the world are unpredictable, how can there be good weather every year? Since ancient times, the waxing and waning of the moon has been common sense. But when I was a child, the teacher talked about Emperor Taizu's life, building highways, opening up grain transport, sweeping across the world, and setting a whole book on disaster relief and governance... It's a pity that if Taizu were still alive, how would he look at this fragmented country. I am sixty-three years old this year, and I have not fully understood Taizu's notes, but I also think that if the highways are unobstructed, the prefectures can smoothly dispatch disaster relief, and grain merchants can travel as usual, then Huai'an's harvest can be sold at a high price, and we can have a prosperous year. The drought-stricken areas in Zhongzhou can also buy a bite to eat and drink two bowls of porridge. Taizu, pity the Lou family's national destiny, the thieves steal the country, and the prince is in trouble. If the queen is still alive, a heroine like her will definitely come to kill the thieves Chen."

Chen thief?

The general of Huai'an was named Chen, with the given name Liang. He was a well-known romantic and kind person in Huaizhou City.

The shopkeeper had no way of responding to this, and the young men did not dare to reply. Only Young Master Yang responded with a voice of “Good scolding!”

"Bah, a thief who stole my country, harmed my Lou family's national destiny, and harmed my pillar of state, General Gu. If it weren't for him, the Marquis of Zhenbei..."

The swordsman holding the sword turned around and looked at the old man sitting on the doorstep in astonishment. He was not surprised at the old man's boldness, thinking that he was not afraid of death for daring to scold the Huaizhou general here. He was surprised by the sentence that harmed General Gu, the Marquis of Zhenbei.

All the knights, or most people in the Qian Dynasty, respected General Gu, the Marquis of Zhenbei.

"Who else did you say harmed the Zhenbei Marquis?"

"Humph!"

The old man ignored him and continued to smash the pipe in his hand with puffs.

The man who was asking for medicine naturally didn't pay attention to the old man's mumbling at the door. He kept kowtowing and begging the shopkeeper to give him some medicine.

"Please, boss, can I mortgage the grain to you? When the market gets better, I will sell it and pay you back..."

"Why wait until the market is good? I can collect your grain now!" A beautiful female voice sounded. Everyone turned their heads and found that the person who spoke was the girl with a veil who had been sitting by the window.