Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Two hundred coins?" Jia Zhenzhen was startled and lightly patted her cheek. "It's all because of this foul mouth of yours."

He knew Lin Ping's decisive nature, and from today onwards, the price of grain could only be two hundred coins.

When he announced the price, the entire Shuntian Prefecture was in an uproar.

Not to mention businessmen, even ordinary people who make a living by farming couldn't help but come and see what was going on.

Having surplus grain at home brings peace of mind.

They also wanted to store more food in case of a sudden drought next year.

After receiving the news, Meng Qingge rushed off without even having breakfast, but she was blocked by layers of people and couldn't squeeze in at all.

Upon receiving the news, Fan Li's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. "Just who is this Jia Zhenzhen?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, Jia Zhenzhen is the foremost grain merchant in the capital," the servant replied in a low voice.

"Since he can become the number one grain merchant, he must be no fool. So why sell at such a low price?" Fan Li asked curiously.

Besides that, he also wanted to know exactly how much grain Jia Zhenzhen had stored.

He couldn't worry about much else and immediately sent someone to inform the four major families.

Even without Fan Li's notification, the four major families would not have missed this opportunity.

They even appeared at the same time, enthusiastically bidding against each other, and the price had already been driven up to three hundred coins.

If Fan Li's men hadn't arrived in time, they might have actually managed to raise the price to four hundred coins.

Therefore, selling at a low price is just a gimmick to attract more buyers. With these four wealthy merchants around, the price of grain will not be lower than three hundred coins.

At the urging of the steward of the Grand Secretary's mansion, the Gu family was sent out to buy grain this time.

"Young Master Gu, if you can offer three hundred and fifty coins, the grain is yours," the grain shop assistant said with a grin, his expression extremely obsequious.

"Why should I? I can offer 360 coins." A disgruntled voice rang out from the crowd.

This man waited for nearly ten days for a hundred bushels of grain, but still couldn't buy a single grain, so he was naturally furious.

"Just because the Gu family is one of the four great families, and just because Young Master Gu can buy tens of thousands of bushels of grain at a time," the servant said dismissively.

That's true. It's not worth offending the four great families for a hundred bushels of grain.

Being praised in public felt really good, so Gu Chenyu naturally offered a price of 350 coins.

"I wonder how much grain Young Master Gu intends to buy this time?" the servant asked with a smile.

"Of course, I'll buy as much as I can," Gu Chenyu said, patting his chest.

"How about 20,000 shi?" the servant chuckled.

Gu Chenyu gasped. Twenty thousand shi of grain would cost five thousand taels of silver, which was no small sum.

Moreover, he had already spent 40,000 taels a few days ago, which was a considerable sum even for one of the four great families.

Is money important? Of course not, face is more important.

He has already made a bold promise, so he cannot back down.

"Then I'll buy 20,000 shi!" Gu Chenyu shouted loudly, as if afraid others wouldn't know his extravagance.

Everyone admired not only Gu Chenyu's courage but also Jia Zhenzhen's strength.

Including the grain he sold a few days ago, he now has a total of 60,000 shi (a unit of dry measure), truly deserving of the title of the top grain merchant in Kyoto.

Before long, Gu Chenyu followed the coachman to the granary.

The 20,000 shi of grain had already been distributed, and the crowd shook their heads, preparing to disperse.

In their view, no matter how strong Jia Zhenzhen was, there was no way he could still have food.

His granaries outside the city simply couldn't hold that much.

"You all don't want to buy grain anymore? Why are you leaving?" the servant shouted.

In other words, Jia Zhenzhen still has grain reserves.

"How much is left?" Jiang Weichen asked first.

He truly is a business genius, always able to seize opportunities.

Based on his speculation, Jia Zhenzhen must have been blinded by the immediate petty gains and was preparing to sell off his stock. Even so, he would only have the last 20,000 shi at most.

“We can sell it to Young Master Jiang for 20,000 shi,” the servant said straightforwardly.

“Alright! Twenty thousand shi it is!” Jiang Weichen agreed immediately.

At 350 coins, it was practically free; Jiang Weichen was confident he could sell it for over 600 coins.

Seventy thousand taels of silver is nothing; we'll double it back in a few days!

Jiang Weichen went to the granary excitedly.

Although Song Ye was a military man and didn't know much about business, he knew that Jiang Weichen was smart and that following his lead was the right thing to do.

"Boy, how much grain do you have left? I want to buy it too." Song Ye grabbed the servant's collar with his thick, powerful hand and asked with a fierce expression.

"Young Master Song, please be patient. Your 20,000 shi of grain has been prepared long ago." The servant shook off his hand and dusted off his clothes.

This statement shocked everyone once again, meaning that Jia Zhenzhen actually had 100,000 shi of grain.

Kong Wenxian was a little flustered. If he couldn't buy grain, he would be outdone by the other three major families.

He took two steps forward, and the servant took two steps back.

"Young Master Kong, don't worry, you have enough food too," the servant replied with a fawning smile.

In the blink of an eye, Jia Zhenzhen sold 80,000 shi of grain, shocking countless people.

The price of 80,000 shi of grain was 280,000 taels of silver. Adding the previous 160,000 taels, the total reached a staggering 440,000 taels. Jia Zhenzhen's family suddenly became one of the most powerful, with its wealth approaching that of the four great families.

Of course, the grain that truly belonged to Jia Zhenzhen was only 20,000 shi, which is equivalent to 80,000 taels of silver.

The other grains naturally belonged to Lin Ping; Jia Zhenzhen was merely helping to promote them, and in the end, she received a kickback of 20,000 taels.

Where did Linping get the grain?

It's very simple; I bought it from the common people of Wu Kingdom for one hundred coins.

This wasn't a forced sale, nor did it involve using the father-in-law's connections; it was purely... personal charm.

He planted thousands of acres of sweet potatoes in the spring, and the harvest began a month ago. The yield was more than five times that of ordinary rice.

With the encouragement of his prospective father-in-law, the news quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys of the entire Wu Kingdom.

Everyone wants to grow high-yield sweet potatoes.

Lin Ping was not a selfish person; he was willing to sell the sweet potatoes at a low price so that the farmers could use them as seeds for planting the following year.

There is a prerequisite for this: the people must sell him grain.

Wu Kingdom is a land of plenty, and even though the harvests have been poor in recent years, the people still have surplus grain stored in their homes.

Although these are life-saving grains and should not be sold, considering the abnormally high yield of sweet potatoes, it seems that there is no need to keep too much grain.

As a result, Lin Ping received hundreds of thousands of shi of grain, which were continuously transported to Shuntian Prefecture.

He naturally wouldn't tell Jia Zhenzhen the truth, lest he frighten her.

Eighty thousand bushels of grain were sold out, and the servant brought out a sign announcing that the store was closed for the day. Thousands of merchants and common people left somewhat disappointed.

"Miss, Boss Jia's grain will eventually run out, we must find Young Master Lin for help as soon as possible," Yun'er said anxiously.

Meng Qingge knew this perfectly well, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

The two returned to the Meng residence in despair, only to find the gate completely blocked by wagons loaded with grain.