Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Wangshu spread his hands. "That's absolutely true. The best rice is the best military ration. I don't know how much food these people have stored, but I see that the generals have been somewhat depleted. The soldiers on duty here often stare at the rice with longing, their figures haggard. But those bosses and wealthy people are becoming more and more rosy-faced and plump."

boom!

The general smashed half of the table with a hammer. Wangshu screamed "Ah" and jumped half a foot high. Qin Wu outside shouted "Oh no" and rushed in.

The farmers and soldiers outside were so eager to stick their necks in there, "What's going on? What's going on?"

After a while, Qin Wu came out and ordered his soldiers to collect the rice. "Bring it here and weigh it uniformly."

Ji Shou drove the carriage back alone and handed over Wangshu's note. Ji's mother wrapped up a stack of account books and asked him to deliver it.

While Wangshu was settling accounts and the general was sulking, the harvest was in full swing outside the rice fields, and the sound of rice ears being threshed could be heard one after another.

From morning to afternoon, fifty households, with a total of more than 410 acres, produced 300 kilograms per acre, and 12,000 kilograms in total. The rice was bagged one after another. The carts pulling the rice went around the main road inside the city from outside the city, and then returned to the military camp on the other side of the city to register and prepare to dry it in the sun.

"How much food is this? The team is constantly coming?"

Ji Wu on horseback shouted, "Father, the yield per mu is over 300 catties, which makes a total of catties!"

"300 kilograms!! That's a huge harvest!"

"Yes, I still weighed 200 kilograms at that time. If the weather is good, I can weigh 270 kilograms. Can we divide the grain?"

Ji Wu responded loudly, "Share it! This batch of grain has been purchased by the General's Mansion and will be sold at a reasonable price after drying."

A notice was then posted, announcing a bumper rice harvest outside the city walls and informing Yaocheng that any hoarding would be thoroughly investigated. Any excessive grain hoarding found in stores or wealthy households would be confiscated for price gouging. The notice also announced that the grain transport team from the southwest was expected to return to the city within twenty days, with a total of 1100 wagons of grain, enough to feed the army and civilians of Yaocheng for a year.

The grain transport trucks carried grain around the city while reading the contents of the notice aloud, and the whole process was exciting.

"The day after tomorrow, wheat will be sold at the entrance of the military camp at the price of 200 wen per bushel, and rice will be sold later. Please be patient for a few days."

200 Wen per dou! ! 550 Wen cheaper than the current high price of 350 Wen per dou in Yaocheng!

Four days later, Wangshu and Ji Wenshu took a carriage to the village to fulfill their agreement with the villagers.

It was agreed that once the two thousand soldiers had threshed all the rice in the four hundred mu of land, they would distribute the first month's rations to the farmers according to the contracted standard of three kilograms per mu.

One is an old clerk in the army, and the other is the person who contracted the rice fields, so naturally they are honest with each other.

The villagers came one by one with their families to verify the registered numbers.

"...With this amount of food at home, we won't starve!"

"More than that, I want to eat white rice! Pure white rice!"

The excitement was hard to contain.

On the other side, in just a few days, the yellow rice fields were harvested, and not even the straw was left. It was all taken away to be used as horse feed.

Wangshu looked at it and felt a complicated feeling, as if the cabbages had been pushed into a mess with not a single piece left.

The old farmer had no time to pick up the sparse rice grains left in the rice field, and chased Wangshu to ask for more definite news about the money.

Wangshu was really tired and waved his hand. "Old farmer, the general will give me some money to buy this batch of rice. I will make all the arrangements when the time comes. My home is there and I can't leave. I'm tired today. Please tell everyone."

In the carriage, he leaned against his father and fell asleep, and fell asleep as soon as he got home.

After a good sleep, Ji's mother, who had been waiting by the bed for a long time, called Taotao and brought in millet porridge that had been heated up countless times.

She is now nearly eight months pregnant, and her belly is a little bloated, but her figure has not changed much, except that her legs and feet are a little swollen.

"Come, daughter, let mother give you some water."

Wangshu covered his eyes to adapt to the light, opened his mouth, and let his mother feed him water and porridge spoon by spoon.

"Shushu, Gang Jishou said he saw wheat at the grain store for 200 wen a dou on his way to deliver goods today. Even so, not many people bought it, as everyone planned to go to the military camp tomorrow to buy better quality wheat and rice. When he came back, the price of wheat at the grain store had dropped to 180 wen a dou. More people were buying, and there were makeshift food vendors in some alleys and corners, with even lower prices. He could bargain down to 150 wen a dou."

Oh, there are so many people hoarding!

"Boom!"

The chicken-wing wood stool in Juxian Hall was kicked over and fell to the ground, breaking both legs.

"Go, send someone to tell them that tomorrow the army will be charging 80 wen a bushel of wheat! Tomorrow, 70 soldiers will be taking inventory of the city's grain reserves! Anyone with extra grain at home may sell it to the army today for wen a bushel, and there will be no punishment. After tomorrow, anyone who reports you will be rewarded handsomely! If you're suspected of price manipulation, your entire family will be imprisoned!"

The whole city was notified, and the soldiers and civilians spread the news by word of mouth.

In the afternoon, the price of grain dropped to 70 wen per dou. The next day, the entrance to the military camp was filled with wheat that cost 70 wen to buy and 80 wen to sell.

Some of the food actually came from the two batches of rice and wheat from that old bastard Zhou Zhenbei and the prince consort!

General Qin was so angry that his teeth were itching. All businessmen are dishonest!

In this way, Yaocheng temporarily solved the famine, but the grain store was almost bankrupt - the general simply waved his hand and sold grain at the exit of the military camp, with the price fixed at 120 wen per dou.

Ji Shushu, who was in charge of accounting on site, and several other senior clerks have now temporarily become the only grain franchise owners in Yaocheng.

The general sent someone to deliver thirty taels of gold.

"The general said he didn't know how to calculate. He paid for the rice with twenty taels of gold, and ten taels of gold as a reward for your good warning. This matter is settled."

That's easy. She gets thirteen out of the twenty taels of gold, and the remaining seven taels are shared among the farmers. It's estimated that she gets 175 wen per mu.

This number is acceptable.

...That... is a pity for her straw feed, Wangshu feels bad! She got taken advantage of for free!

When the army of the fourth prince of Qin was marching towards Xuanwei to prepare for the war against the Dashi State, Ji Wangshu went outside the city to settle accounts with 50 farmers.

Nanny Li and Nanny Ji brought a whole cart of eight large jars of pickled cabbage, braised meat, and crispy pork belly to sell.

Before the broken gong was struck, the place was packed with people.

"The general directly purchased all the rice and gave us 175 taels of gold. According to the contract, I get taels, and you get taels, which is wen per mu. You can do the math."

Gold was converted into silver, silver was converted into copper coins, and the total number of copper coins was converted into the corresponding unit price per acre. Most people at the scene were confused.

The old farmer felt like he was on a roller coaster, the price of grain soared from 80 wen per dou to 550 wen per dou in the past six months. He gritted his teeth and shed blood to grow the grain. A boss came to him and asked him to pay wen per dou, but later on the boss offered higher and higher prices until it reached wen per dou. But he had no say, as the second young master was guarding him day and night!