Jinan is still shrouded in the sun.

The spring water flowed, and a few children squatted by the river, reached in and soaked, and then looked up and shouted happily that it was cool.

A woman was yelling at the door of her house, crying and snotting, probably scolding her husband for going out to drink with her friends and taking away the rice money from her home.

Under the willow tree by the river, Fang Xing said: "The rice from Jiaozhi and Nuergandusi is being delivered to the north continuously. Rice is tending to become the staple food of the Ming Dynasty. In addition to the loose grain, the court should introduce some measures to protect grain prices to prevent low grain from hurting farmers."

The neighbors were persuading the woman, and she became more and more aggrieved and looked fierce.

"Shandong has often suffered some disasters in recent years. Xinghe Bo needs a lot of rice and grain here, but every time the grain is transported, the most is given to the capital and the border wall. Shandong is forgotten by the officials in the court, and the grain price yesterday rose again."

Chang Yu's voice was a little erratic, and Fang Xing bit a willow branch and asked, "There shouldn't be much food on the market, right?"

“Yes, some people are hoarding.”

"This is a disgusting little trick. They look forward to Benber's use of force to solve it, then create public opinion, and put himself on the weak side."

Fang Xing turned around and looked at the silent Jiang Xuze and asked, "What do Lord Jiang think?"

Jiang Xuze smiled and said, "Xinghe Bo, the lower official thought it would be a harvest soon, and this is just a trivial matter."

"This is the green and yellow ones who don't meet."

Fang Xing waved his hand, Jiang Xuze quickly said that he had something to do, and then said goodbye with Chang Yu.

The green and yellow are not in line, this is a feast for grain merchants and landlords.

Your family has no food?

Come and buy it, but the season is not good, so the price is a little higher.

No money?

Come on, I'll lend it to you!

But the interest rate is a bit high, if you dislike it... then the whole family will eat grass roots.

Fang Xing sat by the river for a while, and just after the woman's husband was pushed back by several brothers, he smiled and felt that this scene was really lifelike.

Walking slowly along the street and looking at the various markets, Fang Xing was like a idle landlord, just wandering around like this.

"The price is still rising? Is this still a waste of life?"

There is a sign hanging at the door of a rice shop with the rice price written on it.

"Master, compared with the previous few days, it has increased by 20%.

Fang Xing nodded and watched the rice-buying people quarrel with their friends in the store.

"Why are the prices rising after those big sea boats sending so much food?"

"What big sea boats, all the grains are sent to the capital and the side walls, and road constructions. Where can I not need food? Our Shandong suffered a disaster last year. The harvest this year seems to be unhealthy. There is no food anymore. If you want to buy it, buy it. If you don't buy it, go home and go hungry with your wife and children!"

"Shopkeeper, isn't it cheaper? The family has no food."

"You have no food, but the store has no food. If you don't buy it today, you may even raise the price tomorrow. You can consider it yourself."

There were many people around the rice shop. These people were wearing pockets and silently looking at the signboard with today's rice prices, looking numb.

Every time the price of grain rises, the background is roughly a famine.

But the Ming Dynasty does not have food at present. Under the coordination of the Ministry of Revenue, various places with shortage of food will be supplemented and will not soar grain prices.

...

"Sir, the food price has risen twice."

Yang Yan went to report the news happily, but Mr. Seventeen was just calm.

"This place is close to the capital. He can draw food from the capital at any time, so those people really can't bear to see it. If that person gets angry, he will suppress the price of grain to the point where they can destroy their families. Why bother..."

Yang Yan sneered in his heart: Those people who have lost their families care about me. Even if they have lost their families, their food is there, and they can still make a comeback when they wait for the opportunity.

Mr. Seventeen was drinking tea. He took a sip and praised: "The water here is good. I just thought about where to stay here. Not to mention the other side, as long as I can drink three cups of this kind of tea every day, I will not change it even if I am a god."

"But during this period, the water makes people feel a little more dirty."

Yang Yan listened carefully and knew that this was Mr. Seventeen's judgment and planning for the situation.

"If someone could make this water return to Gan Lie, it would be a joy in the city... no..."

Mr. Seventeen stared at Yang Yan and said coldly: "It is a country that is happy and the world is boiling. The person should be famous in history and immortal!"

There was something in this sentence, Yang Yan smiled and said, "Many people outside know the name of the gentleman, and even if they go to the world, let alone Jinan. As for... this water, students thought that many people were drinking this water, and there would always be someone coming out to cleanse the turbid..."

Mr. Seventeen put down the teacup, looked at Yang Yan, his eyes suddenly turned cold and said, "You are thinking too much, I didn't say anything, I didn't ask anything."

Yang Yan instantly sweated and wet his armpits. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, sir, the students are just asking for teaching questions here."

Mr. Seventeen pointed outside, and Yang Yan bowed and said goodbye.

"Sir, this person is timid and afraid, so he won't help us much."

"What I want is him to take the lead. What help? He is worthy of helping us? It's ridiculous!"

...

“The price of food has increased again.”

Yang Yan found two companions in an inn, Deng Fa and He Shan.

Deng Fa said with some concern: "The price increase in grain will make Fang Xing angry. Brother Xiuyu, whose method is this? It's not suitable!"

He Shan lay on the bed and said lazily: "What do you care about them? Let's sit and watch the ups and downs. At least the people should wake up now, and hate him for being troubled."

Yang Yan drank a cup of tea and said excitedly: "The benefits of clearing the fields cannot be revealed yet, but the price increase of grain is real. No matter how capable you are, the people are, they will be ignorant. In the end, he will inevitably be thankless. After the rest, the unlucky will naturally be unlucky. But what does it have to do with us?"

He spread his hands and looked at his two companions.

A buzzing laughter sounded, full of pride and... nothing to do with it.

Yang Yan then went to another mansion to see him.

There is actually a stream in the mansion, and the spring water from where I don’t know where I come from is flowing quietly.

The surrounding flowers, plants and trees are decorated, the courtyard is deep and the environment is quiet.

Follow the servants along the stream, and there is a pavilion ahead.

The pavilion spans the stream, and you can hear the gurgling water when you sit inside, the water is blowing, and it is cool and comfortable.

A music came from outside the pavilion. Yang Yan covered his contempt and bowed to him, "I've seen Mr. Ding."

A big man sat in the pavilion. He held a woman in one hand. He closed his eyes, but after hearing the sound, he said lightly: "What are you doing?"

Yang Yan looked at the two women and said, "I want to talk to Mr. Ding about some things, can I..."

The man let go, opened his eyes, and said, "You go first, I will go and spoil you later, lord, hahahaha!"

patronize……

A word revealed the boldness of the man. After Yang Yan waited quietly for everyone to leave, he walked into the pavilion and said, "Someone said that if anyone could make the spring water in Jinan sweet again, then he would not benefit from it."

The big man said coldly: "Don't tell me these inexplicable words. If you have something to say, you'll get out of here."

Yang Yan frowned and looked at the two men walking across the stream, saying, "Ding Ernu, don't..."

"My name is Ding Yao now."

The table was full of wine and food. The man picked up the wine pot and raised his head and poured it.

Yang Yan took a step back and said, "Ding Yao, that man is so powerful that he doesn't need to do anything, just cut off his wings."

Ding Yao waved his hand, and the two men retreated again.

He burped, looked at Yang Yan with a gaze, and asked, "Who guarantees?"

Yang Yan shook his head and said, "This matter is beneficial to the country. Ding Yao, although you have been recruited for saving the son of the former prefect, you have to know that there is no new contribution, and those people can take you to receive the merit at any time, so... you have no room for rejection."

Ding Yao threw the wine pot out and cursed: "I know you guys are uneasy and annoyed me. I will take my brothers out and kill you."

Yang Yan smiled and said, "You have no room for rejection, and you can't refuse that person, otherwise even if you return to the mountains and forests, you will be dead."

The wine pot was floating in the stream, floating and sinking...
Chapter completed!