There were more than 110 library families in Jiaxing during its prosperous period, and it changed over the years. By the early days of the Republic of China, most of the private library buildings became the first private libraries in China. However, with the war of the War of Resistance Against Japan, most of the library buildings were destroyed by artillery fire, and less than one ten survivors were. Jiang Guangyan had gone through many twists and turns for Yanfen's Thatched Cottage and spent half his life hard work.

The Jiang family is a prominent family in Jiaxing, with many talents emerging in the clan. The most famous one is Jiang Baili (Qian Xuesen’s father-in-law). He was the principal of Baoding Military Academy and the general of the National Revolutionary Army. He wrote "On National Defense". The existence of Yanfen's Caotang depends on the support of the clan, but not every book collector has a tough tribe. The war is ruthless and many books are destroyed.

Walking into the garden, getting the tree tower, the sea tower, the mountain pavilion... Many famous buildings will be destroyed ten years later with the war, but now, Jiang Shiguang still knows it well.

Seeing Huang Xuan listening seriously, the old man became more and more excited. He was still unsatisfied until the meal time. Seeing the sun set, the third son couldn't help but walk in and said, "Dad, let's have dinner!"

Jiang Shiguang looked at him unhesitantly, and then he realized that the room had become dark. He smiled at Huang Xuan with a little embarrassedly: "I didn't expect that after talking for so long, I'm hungry."

"No, no." Huang Xuan said politely twice, and said to the third son of the Jiang family: "Please trouble my sister-in-law."

This third brother is a dumb person. Although he is only middle-aged, his years of farm work have been worn out. When he heard that Huang Xuan was a scholar, he waved his hands even more excitedly, whispered, "It's nothing, nothing..."

Jiang Shiguang was also used to his son's honesty and sucked his shoes and said to Huang Xuan: "Let's go to have a meal first. The village house has nothing to do, so I'm sorry for you."

Huang Xuan is polite again. Thanks to him being used to these things at home, just consider it a review.

Zhejiang has a prosperous livelihood. Jiang Shiguang has accumulated some land for many years, and has five sons at home. He also buys and shops in the town. Therefore, his life is quite prosperous. There are fish and meat on the dining table, and there are as many as five or six plates, which is very different from what Huang Xuan knew about the Republic of China.

The third brother silently pushed the meal into his mouth. However, Jiang Shiguang became very angry. After a while, Huang Xuan took the opportunity to say, "I don't know what the current price of food is?"

When talking about grain, Jiang Shiguang was obviously stunned for a moment, then sighed and placed the chopsticks on the table.

In 1927, there were widespread food shortages in Jiangnan, and even traders and landlords hoarded goods. From the perspective of later generations, many uprisings that occurred this year were related to food, and the Jiang family had a personal experience of the shortage of food.

Before Huang Xuan asked again, Jiang Shiguang sighed again and said, "A stone of brown rice was only three or four silver dollars a stone. Now, someone has to sell a stone of rice for 17 yuan. Even we, the food stored at home, dare not act rashly."

Huang Xuan shouted, he didn't understand much about people's livelihood, etc., and he didn't understand why farmers were worried about the price increase of grain. They just silently calculated the grain they brought. The stones were of size, but even if they used 120 kilograms of one stone, 1,600 shi of 100 tons of grain. If they were sold at a mid-price, it would be 16,000 silver dollars. In 1927, it was a huge sum of money and could even buy a seaship.

Lorraine quietly made a calculation for Huang Xuan. Huang Xuan laughed in his heart. At this moment, Jiang Shiguang's conversation was fading, so he said goodbye and went to bed.

The next morning, the sky was still dark, Huang Xuan found Jiang Yisheng early, greeted Jiang Shiguang, and walked towards Zepu Town. The third brother of the Jiang family was not talkative, but he knew very well. Huang Xuan talked to him all the way and learned a lot of the customs and customs nearby.

Although Zepu is a small town, the market is still prosperous, with boats and horses running back and forth one after another. There are also many shops recruiting guests in front of the green curtains. Jiang Yisheng sent Huang Xuan here and wanted to go home. Huang Xuan was reluctant to let him go. Before he could speak, he said: "Brother Jiang San, I am not familiar with the place here. Otherwise, you can't even find a place to stay in a hotel."

Jiang Yisheng was a real person. He looked at Huang Xuan who was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he was about the same size as him, it seemed a bit unreasonable to leave him alone in the town. So he thought for a long time and said, "How about I send you to my elder brother's place, and he lives in the town."

"Don't have to be so busy." Huang Xuan smiled and said, "Let's go around the neighborhood first. It's not too late to stay in the hotel later. You can stay in the town today. It's not too late to rush back tomorrow morning."

Jiang Yishengqi wanted to refuse, but before he could come up with the words, Huang Xuan was already leading the market, so the honest man had to lower his head and follow in.

Mibu has been a bulk transaction since ancient times, and it is the only choice for Chinese merchants to pursue stable investment and stable profits. There are nearly ten rice shops in Chenpu Town, and many landlords and merchants have come and go, probably due to the influence of the grain shortage. Rice shops are far better than nearby cloth shops and other shops.

Huang Xuan turned around one by one and stopped at a store called Xieqiao Rice Shop. This store is of medium size, but the workload in the store is as high as other stores, and they all have jobs. They are busy but not busy. Most of the merchants who come and go are dressed in particular, obviously they are not small families who come to buy one or half a pound.

"Is the shopkeeper here?" Huang Xuan knocked on the counter with the knuckles of his middle finger. This was his fourth uncle's habit and temporarily borrowed it to envoy.

The guy behind the counter was smart and tough, and blue veins could be seen on his thin chin. When he heard Huang Xuan’s question, he stopped knocking on his hand and said, “The shopkeeper is ordering goods in the backyard. If you have anything, you can tell me first.” Forget it, he looked at Jiang Yisheng behind Huang Xuan, gave instructions to the guy behind him, walked out from behind the counter, stretched out a hand to lead the way: “Please please, let’s talk in the middle.”

"Are you the second shopkeeper?" Seeing that the guy was very eye-catching, Huang Xuan asked more, and as he walked into the side room, Jiang Yisheng shook his head and almost exclaimed.

"The second shopkeeper has gone to Jiaxing Mansion." The guy smiled and denied it, gave Huang Xuan tea, and said, "Did you come from Beijing?"

"Nanjing." Huang Xuan knew that it was his Mandarin that made the other party misunderstand, so he corrected it and said seriously: "I want to sell a batch of wheat to the new account, but I don't know if I don't want it?"

The guy smiled professionally, suppressed his curiosity and said, "Although my number is a rice shop, the wheat is also harvested, but I don't know how many of it is?"

Huang Xuan smiled and stretched out a finger. This was learned from his mother. When he was a child, his mother said she wanted to reward him, so she always stretched out a few fingers. Then Huang Xuan agreed happily, but when the real number appeared, the situation was completely different.

The guy was also frightened by Huang Xuan. He didn't know where this guy who went to the rice shop in Zhejiang to sell wheat. He looked at the other party's face and clothes and couldn't handle it. He lowered his head and said, "Then please wait for a while, and my shopkeeper will come soon." After that, he said, "Dare you ask me if you are?"

"Huang Xuan."

The shopkeeper of Xiqiao Rice Shop is a native of more than fifty years old. His surname is Zhu and one of the local surnames. He looked at Huang Xuan and Jiang Yisheng from the window, but he still couldn't guess where they came from. If they were masters and servants, they also had no servants to drink tea with their masters. If they were relatives, their appearance and temperament were much worse. Considering this, he walked into the house with a smile and bowed: "I'm sorry, I'll let you wait for a long time."

Before Huang Xuan could stand up, he sat there and received a tribute from him. He stood up and moved slightly and sat down again, and said, "Please sit down, please, shopkeeper."

"Okay." Manager Zhu was not angry either. He chatted and sat down. He then added water to Huang Xuan's teacup and said straight to the point: "I don't know how much wheat Mr. Huang wants to sell."

Jiang Yisheng sat there blankly. Before his mind could turn, he saw Huang Xuan smile slightly and sip his tea ceremony: "It depends on how much wheat the shopkeeper can collect."

"Oh?" Manager Zhu also smiled and looked down at the teacup. Today, unlike in the past, when doing grain business, you make a profit from the difference between the year of prosperity and the year of disaster. If you do a large amount, you can still have other ways. However, shops as big as them are mostly purchased in large quantities in the year of prosperity and the year of disaster, and hoarding them in large quantities. But that's the case, but the scale of funds is placed there. After a year, most of them are still doing low-buy and high-selling business. In the current market, brown rice can be sold for fifteen or sixteen yuan per stone, and local wheat does not produce wheat. Then the other party transported a batch of wheat from thousands of miles to make a big profit. Thinking of this, he tentatively said: "This guy is a big business. Although my store is small, the owner still has some strength. A few hundred stones is not a problem. If you are interested, we can do a bigger job."

"Then let's get one hundred stones first." Huang Xuan settled down. One hundred stones were only 10 tons. He was considered a big business for a shop in a small town, but he didn't have any special ideas. It's better to be cautious when people are in a foreign land.

Manager Zhu didn't know what he was thinking, his face changed slightly, and he agreed. However, Jiang Yisheng reacted silly and asked Huang Xuan in a low voice: "Where is Huang Xuan, do you have so much food?"

Zhejiang is rich in soil and soil, and 100 stone of grain is enough for a small landlord to lose everything. When he saw Huang Xuan, he decided that the food that was enough for the whole tribe to eat for several years. He couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Huang Xuan smiled slightly, patted his palm comfortably, and said to Manager Zhu: "If Manager Zhu has no other problems, please tell the friend to prepare the dock and warehouse, and we will deliver it tomorrow morning."

"No problem." Manager Zhu agreed happily, waved to a friend and whispered, and then said, "I don't know when Mr. Huang's ship will arrive. I'll ask someone to handle some."

Chenpu is a small town, but in today's years, some people want to get a share of the pie. Manager Zhu is a little worried that Huang Xuan doesn't understand the rules when he first comes, and he is even more worried that his business will be ruined because of these things.

Huang Xuan naturally didn't understand what he was thinking, but the grain was still in the plane passage. As long as I had some Lorraine, everything was OK, he chuckled in his heart and waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about these things. As long as you ask me to find a good warehouse for us, my people will naturally handle them."

Mo Xuyou's subordinates made Manager Zhu feel awe-inspiring and bowed to him repeatedly and said something was wrong. Huang Xuan only gave him a greeting and then pulled out to leave. At this time, Jiang Yisheng was still shocked.

After wandering around the town, Huang Xuan had just gone to the wharf outside the town. Two mates from the Xiqiao Rice Shop were waiting there early, and respectfully called "Boss Huang" and then took him to see the warehouse.

The warehouse is less than a mile behind the dock, much smaller than the warehouses Huang Xuan saw at home. It is basically still in a wooden structure, but there are already some modern materials. World War I was the heyday of China's national capital, and the explosion was not stopped until World War II. The prosperous dock business was accompanied by this explosion, and the development of rice shops seemed to be in line with it.

When it comes to real business, Huang Xuan couldn't say he knew it at all. He just heard some fur from his home, but he could fool him. At this moment, he couldn't say whether the warehouse was good or bad. He vaguely said "Hmm" and walked out of the warehouse and said, "Does there be a house in the warehouse? I'll live here tonight."

"Yes." A guy looked at Huang Xuan strangely. He was wearing a long gown given by old man Jiang Shiguang, which was a bit inappropriate, but the guy didn't dare to say much, so he took Huang Xuan to the doorman in the warehouse to guard the warehouse, even if he settled him down.

"Sit." As soon as the guy left, Huang Xuan sat on the bed tiredly, not caring about the delicious bedding. Jiang Yisheng sat down without caring. In his opinion, the room was much better than his own home.

"Thanks to you today." Huang Xuan thanked Jiang Yisheng, and casually swept the bed with his hands, saying, "I will sell the food tomorrow, thank you very much."

"No." Jiang Yisheng was not as mature as a middle-aged man, but with some mature timidity. He looked at the ceiling and said, "The grain is also from your family. I didn't help you, so I don't need to thank me."
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