"This is true. Three inches of the world," said the Huguang merchant chuckled and said, "Since Mr. Muzhai said that, we have said it straight. This time we have more than 1.7 million stones, and there are still 3.5 million stones in the future. Before the summer, we were about this number, more than 5 million stones, which is about the same. Now it is spring famine. We have to wait for another three months before we can continue to come. We don't have to talk about it at that time, and it will be based on the market price. At this time, we are transporting the grain harvested last year. The price of grain harvest was about three cents and five cents. The price of grain collected is about three cents and five cents. Since the storage of grain, the capital has to be taken. If we ship it, we will make another ounce. We will make a profit of one cent. It is almost five cents and five cents. But now the general price of grain in the Jiangnan area is one two or four cents, so we plan to charge one two two cents, and this price is still very reasonable."

Another Huguang businessman said: "If we go all the way north and go to Henan and Shandong, the price of grain will probably reach 2 taels, so this is because you still have the face of Hutchison."

Everyone here frowned and looked at Qian Qianyi.

Of course, Huguang grain merchants were starting prices. In previous years, Huguang's grain came, and the bulk transactions were four or five cents, and the people were about five cents. Grain was a commodity, and the profit was very thin, but there was one advantage, so there was no need to worry about sales.

Because the grain prices in Jiangnan are hoarding grain on a large scale, the average price has increased from five or six cents to one or two taels. In some places, one or two taels are sold, but not much after all.

For the first time in so many years, prices have risen so high, and there are complaints everywhere.

But Qian Qianyi and others had to continue to collect grain and also had to control the sale in Jiangnan. In the words of Hutchison, this is called a national chess game. Otherwise, Jiangnan would still be four or five cents per stone, which would never stop a large number of small grain merchants from north to make money.

Huguang merchants are also talking nonsense. They collect grain when collecting autumn taxes. People have no money and are forced to sell them at a low price. Generally, the price is three cents. What losses can they lose until now? The maximum cost is no more than four cents per stone, and the transportation cost is extremely low. They all carry ships along the river and the river. It is quite limited, not more than five cents per stone. Grain is a bulk commodity, and the land in Jiangnan is generally changed to cash crops, which is why they buy grain from Huguang on a large scale.

In winter and spring famine, the price of grain in Jiangnan is six or seven cents, which is already the most expensive price. Huguang merchants make small profits but can sell at a low price. Sometimes one stone of grain can’t make a silver dollar. If the price is high, Jiangnan grows grain by itself. This is a kind of economic mutual benefit. People in Jiangnan have made money from sea trade by growing mulberry trees and silkworms. Everyone can make profits for buying Huguang grain.

"It's the price." Qian Qianyi said: "After the negotiation, the grain will be sent to the prepared large warehouse we have immediately."

Several Huguang merchants were laughing and agreed immediately and took people to move the food.

"Mr. Muzhai seems to be a little anxious?" Cheng Jiasui was a matchmaker, but it did not hinder his kindness.

"What is this loss..." Qian Qianyi smiled and said, "One of the time, the food price will still rise in the future and cannot lose. Secondly, the more we collect, the more we know, Hutchison knows that we really contribute money and effort, so what if we suffer a loss?"

Qian Qianyi asked in a deep voice to the gentry around him, "You have no objection, right?"

“No, no.”

There are replies around him. Qian Qianyi will be the head of the co-government association in the future, the speaker of the Grand Speaker, the representative and leader of the gentry in Jiangnan. Who will really care about this little thing?

Qian Qianyi was satisfied and couldn't help but sigh: "The people in Beijing are still dreaming that the food price must rise to an incredible level. The north is going to be destroyed. Fortunately, Hutchison is said to be about to go south, so that it will not hurt my Chinese vitality."

There was a buzzing sound around, of course, a sound of admiration.

...

It has been nearly three months, and the test has been pushed again and again.

The powerful families in the capital released grain one after another, and the price of grain was pushed down from more than three liang to two liang, and then at least to one liang, eight liang, but the amount of grain was collected by people. At the beginning, each family didn't care about it and continued to release grain, all of which were immersed in the dream of getting rich. When it was time to find something wrong, everything was too late.

More than ten days later, news came from all over the country, saying that people collected grain everywhere, including grain merchants, and people collected as much as they released.

However, along the canal transport of Linqing, Dezhou, Jinan, Shandong, went south to Suqian, Huaiyin, and directly to Yangzhou, but there was no merchant ship north!

The problem is extremely bad. Not only is there no grain merchant in the north, but there are still people who are collecting grain. From Kaifeng to Huguang and Jiangnan, almost no grain of grain can flow into the people seriously.

This grain collection storm was mainly aimed at last year's autumn grain. Almost how much it was paid, someone collected as much as it was. The total amount was definitely tens of millions of stones, and the mobilization funds must be several million taels or even tens of millions of taels.

At this moment, almost all officials in the imperial court who were not pigs understood that everything was intentional control and design by Hutchison.

When the officials understood, the people naturally understood.

The price of grain was as fast as a kite with broken strings. The nobles and eunuchs in the capital who were panicked and frantically bought back the thrown grain with the money they had just earned.

Everyone does not have faith in Hutchison, they just have no confidence in the Ming Dynasty.

This time, people vaguely understood that the form of war is not necessarily artillery and swords and guns, but it is more likely to be the current form.

The Ming Dynasty was already terrible without sending out a soldier.

From nobles to eunuchs, to military officials and ordinary people, from gentry to merchants, to coachmen and porters, people are working hard to get the last straw.

The price of grain went from one liang to two liang to eight days, and it took less than ten days to four liang, less than twenty days to ten liang, less than twenty liang, less than twenty liang, less than a month to sky-high price!

This time, the capital restored the situation of a large number of people starving to death every day. The emperor had no choice but to issue an edict, and all the nobles and ranks of officials and wealthy families had to take out grain to help the victims.

But the imperial court itself did not dare to open a warehouse to release relief this time.

The grain in the capital of Dacang in Tongzhou has dropped to less than three million stones, and there is no large amount of new grain to supplement it. The grain in Dacang in Tongzhou is life-saving food for the Jingying, the royal family and the nobles. There are tens of thousands of mouths in the palace, and the food consumed in a month is about one million stones. The Jingying also needs one million yuan a year, adding a large number of monks, Taoists and nuns who do not do production and the powerful and consuming great wealth. The Tongzhou grain warehouse is continuously consuming a large amount of grain storage. When the emperor was testing his courage at this moment, many people were looking forward to the emperor making a decision, but the facts still disappointed. The emperor only took out 100,000 stones. At this moment, it was of course a drop in the bucket. After the emperor announced the relief, the price of grain went a lot.

...

Sun Yuanhua's family had about twenty people, and the burden was heavy. He didn't store much grain and his salary was even lower. The official originally lived by borrowing money. Fortunately, Sun Yuanhua made a lot of money in the grassland to help Huji, otherwise it would be even more difficult to sustain.

But he couldn't hold on anymore, so he could only come to find the teacher to fight Qiu Feng.

"It's okay, I still have a few hundred stones of grain here, enough to survive."

Seeing that his beloved disciple also lost weight, Xu Guangqi felt distressed and said, "Recently, there are many old friends who have come to me to borrow food. I can only provide a small help. Your family has a large population. I will ask someone to send you twenty stones, which is almost enough."

"Thank you, my disciple." Sun Yuanhua's eyes were red. Twenty stones of grain were only worth ten taels of silver in the capital, of course, the price was in a normal year. Now it is worth at least three or four hundred taels, so how could he have so much money to buy grain?

Moreover, no one dared to sell it for bulk, for fear that the family grain would be cut off. They could only buy a few buckets at a time, one stone, and twenty stone grain was 2,400 kilograms. With these grains, the people in the family would be more stable.

"There have been a mess recently," Xu Guangqi ordered his family to take charge and said, "Take more people."

Xu Guangqi looked back at his students and smiled bitterly: "There are actually thieves in the capital. Are you ridiculous?"

There were indeed thieves in the capital, most of whom were poor people who could not survive. They started working alone, but were soon suppressed by the Five City Military Commanders. Later, they were in groups and used guns and weapons. Many people died in the Five City Military Commanders. Later, the emperor did not care about his face. The Beijing camp soldiers, Jinyiwei, and Dongchang, all armed forces were dispatched together and killed many thieves in the streets, but there were still a small group of activities. It was dark in the streets of the capital, and no one dared to go out, and there was a chaotic situation.

"Save it as a villain." The housekeeper nodded and went out.

"You must be careful in everything yourself." Xu Guangqi reminded him, and then sighed: "It won't be too long."

Sun Yuanhua suddenly said angrily: "Why is Zhang Lan so cruel? How many people will die if he does this way!"

"You're not thinking about it." Xu Guangqi said calmly: "If you don't do this, how can the Ming Dynasty lose all the hearts? This is to cause the Ming Dynasty to collapse and lose people's hearts in the shortest time. Hutchison army will be killed. Except for a very small number of people, no one will really work hard for the Ming Dynasty. In this case, the fewer people will die in the fight. Do you think, if Hutchison army goes south and the Ming Dynasty resists desperately, and the wars are connected, how many people will die?"

"Zhang Lan is cruel, but those who have won the world in history are afraid that the fewest people will die. It is the new dynasty created by Hutchison."

"Is the emperor no longer able to do anything?"

"It's difficult, the accumulated problems cannot be solved overnight, and the emperor's talent is also inadequate."

Xu Guangqi finally said: "It's not that there is no chance at all. See if anyone can wake up the emperor."

"The teacher wants this?"

"Of course I won't do this." Xu Guangqi said: "I heard it was Huang Youxuan."

"Ah, is it him?" Sun Yuanhua thought for a while and shook his head, "This person is Pure Ru. I am not worried that he will not dare to speak, but I am worried that he will not be able to explain clearly."

"You have almost realized it." Xu Guangqi said: "Now, a smart person doesn't want to say it, nor does he dare to say it. Is it pure Confucian? I dare to say it, but I am afraid I can't explain it clearly. Haha, where is the Ming Dynasty?"

Sun Yuanhua went out with a depressed look on his face. He felt that he was afraid that he would not be able to pursue his junior brother Kong Minxing in this life. In the future, Kong Minxing would definitely be one of the prime ministers and nobles in the new dynasty, and he was ranked high. But he chose to stay on the Ming Dynasty, which seemed smart, but was out of reach.

A good opportunity was once placed in front of him, but he easily gave up.

When he went out, Sun Yuanhua looked up at the sky. It was still early before dark. The Xu family dispatched more than a dozen people to protect two large cars, each holding guns and sticks, looking cautious.

There is still a lot of snow in front of the mansion. How can anyone care about sweeping and shoveling snow these days? There was another snow a few days ago. Although it may be the last one after spring, many people still froze to death.

At this time, someone carried a frozen corpse away from the Xu Mansion. Sun Yuanhua glanced at the corner of his eyes and said in surprise: "Wait a minute."

Sun Yuanhua took a few quick steps and walked to the frozen corpse.

The 15 or 16-year-old boy was lying less than twenty steps away from the Xu Mansion. It seemed that he had fainted and was frozen to death.

The boy was thin and slim, and he seemed to be hungry as if he was blown down by the wind.

"Who is this?" asked the manager of the Xu family.

"Oh, a young and famous scholar." Sun Yuanhua simply didn't know what to say. He was once praised by the emperor and was already a disciple of the great scholar Liu Zongzhou. His father and grandfather were both Confucian ministers, famous ministers, and wise ministers. Huang Zongxi, a young and famous scholar in eastern Zhejiang and a noble family, was actually starved to death on the street. Where did this really start!

Huang Zongxi came to Beijing to control the capital, and became famous. Later, he stayed in the capital and did not leave for a while. Later, the logistics carriages and horses broke and prices soared. Huang Zongxi was trapped in the capital. His family was not rich and he didn't bring much money. Perhaps because of this, each family barely survived and died on the way to ask Xu Guangqi for help. How could he feel!

"What a fuck... the world has changed." Sun Yuanhua cursed and said swearing, otherwise he really didn't know how to relieve the shock and vibration in his heart.

Thank you for your strong support from the Stone.

The monthly ticket ranking has dropped a lot, but as long as there are friends who continue to support me, I feel comforted and keep working hard.
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