The doorman was stunned and looked at the merchant with a look of hesitation.

"What are you collecting?"

Dingxing County has no specialty, that is, grain...

Of course, this is a remote county in Baoding Prefecture, not a thoroughfare. Therefore, except for some local merchants who do business, few foreign merchants come.

Even if a merchant comes, he will bring the goods into the county... As for taking them out...

Anyway, this door has been squatting here for more than ten years, and I have never seen anyone running away to collect food...

The manzi seemed very hesitant.

The old man is still seriously ill now.

At this time, it is not convenient to meet foreign guests.

He said to the merchant: "My great man is sick..."

"But I don't know if the master of the Zun Mansion is here?" The merchant was very anxious.

Business and business are about business opportunities. Once it is delayed, it will be a bad thing. Who knows if Cheng Yaojin will come out halfway? Most of the nearby land belongs to the Fang family. The Fang family is strong. I think... some of them are yuliang. If you miss it, you will miss it.

Menzi hesitated and said, "The master is waiting in front of the sickbed..."

"But...why, the villain will go and report it?"

The words of the people turned quickly, because a piece of silver had fallen into his hands. His eyes suddenly shone, and he rushed inside with a whirlwind.

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Old Master Fang began to explain: "Only by keeping the ground can you keep this family. I... After living for so many years, I have seen too many things about the rise and fall of this family. I am worried..."

"Dad, stop talking." The sons all cried.

This is obviously the rhythm of explaining the funeral... Mr. Fang is afraid he won't be able to survive.

The eldest son held Mr. Fang's hand: "The father has to be the one who is here. These... there is no need to tell the son, the father is well caring for the disease..."

Old Master Fang smiled bitterly, shook his head, but continued, "You brothers, be harmonious and everything will be prosperous for peace. The third brother's wife is a little bit scrupulous. Third brother, this man cannot be controlled by a woman. Never have to have a estrangement from his brother because of this woman."

"Dad..." The third brother just cried.

Old Master Fang felt a deep sadness in his heart. When he kicked his legs, what should the Fang family do... He coughed: "Now, people are the slaughter, I am the fish, I think... Your Majesty is being bewitched by traitors. At that time, it is not just our Fang family. This family of the world is probably not good. But all the gentry and the aristocratic clans are in danger. The world... cough cough... can the world be peaceful? So... we must guard against Yu Weiran. Zhou Wu at home has a lot of strength. Their ancestors have been guarding our house for three generations. This person... must treat him well. In the future, recruit more farmers and let him take them. Once the bandits rise in the future, there will be a place to use their skills."

A few sons felt cold when they heard this, and suddenly felt a creepy feeling, but they just kept kowtowing: "Father..."

"Saying these is a taboo, but people are good at dying, and birds are sad when they are about to die... If you don't say it, I can't let it go..."

"Grandmaster, great master..."

The door came in rashly.

At this time, someone suddenly came, which made the sons furious. The boss suddenly got up and said sternly: "Damn it..."

Menzi was sweating profusely, but he said boldly: "A person came from outside, he looked very glamorous and said he wanted to collect food..."

He dared not directly say that it was a merchant.

The old man despises merchants the most.

The boss angrily scolded: "Dog, who can care about this at this time? Get out of here!"

"Slow down..." The old man was so angry: "Hey, why do you say you are here? You are too reckless. I just said you, don't be reckless... Call me, call me..."

It seems that the old man hopes to set an example for the boss.

So, even if he was ill and dying, he still looked kind and kind: "The person who came is a guest, so you should not neglect it."

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A moment later, the merchant arrived.

When he saw his dressing, the Fang family suddenly became a little bit despised.

This man was wearing a round-neck satin shirt.

At first glance, this silk is a good material and is expensive.

But if he doesn't wear a square scarf on his head, he must be a scholar. Isn't this a scholar...

When Emperor Taizu Gao was at that time, he was the most discriminatory against merchants. He even stated that merchants were not allowed to sit in sedan chairs or wear silk, but...with that said, no one has strictly abide by this rule now.

However, merchants dare not wear this square scarf and Confucian shirt.

The boss stepped forward and said bluntly: "I dare to ask about the surname of Zun, I don't know what to come to my door."

Merchants don't care.

He obviously had a lot of dealings with the gentry and knew the bad tempers of these people.

So I was busy saying: "I was named Zhang, and I was called Zhang Huang. I heard that the Fang family was a local prominent family. They came to visit him and came here to take the liberty. It was a death toll."

The boss sneered and said to himself, "Since you know you have died, what are you doing?"

Are you a joke?

Old Master Fang was most afraid of the boss being reckless and ignorant, stammering his lips, using his indescribable strength, but said, "Oh, I'm not satisfied with this, why are you?"

"Collection of grain."

When I saw the other party, I didn't look like I was polite to me.

Zhang Huang knew this, so he was straightforward, so he would avoid embarrassment.

"Collection of grain?" Old Master Fang was stunned...

Zhang Huang continued: "Two cents per pound, how much does it cost?"

"What?"

Two articles...

This price is not very high.

If the Fang family took the grain and sold it in a scattered manner, there would be this number.

But the problem is that people want... they want as much as they want.

Moreover... the harvest is good now, so in Dingxing County, two cents are the price of direct shipment in the grain bank. If the gentry sells it to the grain merchant, even the gentry may not want it.

"In addition, we also need dried sweet potatoes, oil, wine, and potato flour. The price is fair. As for the same sentence, we need as much as we want." Zhang Huang was very rude: "Even, we can sign a long contract. Dried sweet potatoes are 8 cents per pound. If oil is 50 cents per pound, the price of wine..."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said the prices one by one.

And this price...

Sudden……

Old Mrs. Fang actually sat up.

When the boss saw it, he hurriedly said, "Dad, you..."

"Help me get up." Old Mrs. Fang took off the quilt.

The boss wanted to press Old Master Fang down: "Father, no, you are seriously ill."

Unexpectedly, Old Master Fang had already raised his shoes and stood up tremblingly, staring at Zhang Huang: "Come on, give Zunke tea, Brother Zhang, please sit down."

Zhang Huang felt relieved, sat down, and tea was handed over. Old Master Fang sat opposite him tremblingly: "How many do you want?"

"Not bad, you need as much as you have."

Old Master Fang squinted his eyes and his face gradually became rosy.

Zhang Huang said again: "You can make a contract first, and I will pay the deposit first. In short, I have to ask for all the agricultural products in your mansion."

Old Master Fang smiled: "To be honest, there are two oil pressing workshops and several barns in the mansion. The grain is full of wine... and... and chickens and ducks, etc., do you want it?"

"This is great, you need it!" Zhang Huang looked happy.

Mr. Fang said: "Is this price... high?"

Zhang Huang smiled: "It's better to do business, we must be satisfied with everyone."

Old Master Fang said politely: "Drink tea first, drink tea first."

Zhang Huang nodded, became confident, and took a sip of tea: "From the future, I can also buy all the agricultural products in your house."

Old Master Fang slapped his thighs excitedly: "Is that so? This is great. If so, I would like to thank you."

Zhang Huang said with a smile: "But, I don't know when to start signing the contract?"

The brothers on the side were stunned when they saw their father's excitement.

Old Master Fang looked at Zhang Huang with a heart full of heart, and said with a smile: "What else can I say about such a good thing? This contract is naturally..."

Zhang Huang was calm and looked at the old lady.

The old lady suddenly said, "Of course I won't sign it."

"..." Zhang Huang was stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong: "This...you are not..."

"Okay, let's see the guests off." Old Master Fang waved his sleeves.
To be continued...