Chapter 137 Floods in the South

The stall owner was a man in his early thirties. He was tall and tall, with a stubborn face. Seeing that it was a little girl who was asking the question, he said, "It's not a day today."

Bai Zhi asked again: "Then why are there so many people in the market, I haven't seen so many people in the past."

The stall owner looked around and sighed: "I heard that there was a flood in the south, and the affected refugees fled their hometowns. Many refugees are coming to our Qingyuan Town. You think, when the refugees come, this Does the government have to take care of it? You have to take care of the food, right? It’s easy to say that there are fewer people, but what if there are too many people? Then the price of rice, noodles and vegetables in our city should not go up?”

Bai Zhi suddenly realized: "It turns out that everyone is busy hoarding food!"

The stall owner sighed: "Don't say it, I have to go buy food too. Today, this meat is sold for nothing. I heard that the price of rice has already doubled. If it is too late, I am afraid I will not be able to buy it. already."

Seeing the stall owner walking away with something, Hu Feng hurriedly pulled Bai Zhi's sleeve: "Are we going to buy it?"

Bai Zhi nodded: "Of course, if it goes on like this, it won't be long before the price of this rice will go up. We are a coincidence today."

There was a long queue outside the grain and oil store, and I kept hearing people complaining that on weekdays one tael of silver could buy five stone rice, but today I can only buy three stone rice.

The rice seller shouted, "Don't make a fuss. Come back tomorrow to see if you can buy three-stone rice for a tael of silver."

Everyone complains and complains, whether to buy or have to buy. The floods in the south are not once or twice. Every time there are refugees, the price of food here has risen exponentially. One price a day, everyone knows it.

Those with wealth and foresight have already saved their food, and now those who are rushing to buy rice are all by chance, hoping that there will be no floods this year.

But the biggest reason is that money is tight and there is no money left to save food.

When it was Bai Zhi's turn, the boss asked, "How much do you want?" He had already picked up the rice bucket. For a little girl like this, at most one bucket or two buckets would be bought, and there would be no more.

Bai Zhi smiled and said: "Boss, I want ten stone rice, can you give me something cheaper?"

The boss was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at the girl in front of him. She was thin and slender, with withered hair, a typical yellow-haired girl. Although she was wearing new clothes, she did not look like a child of a rich family.

"Do you know how much ten stone is?" the boss asked.

Bai Zhi nodded: "Of course I know that one tael of silver and three stones, ten stones are three or three coins, why don't you just round it up and count me three taels of silver and ten stones, okay?"

The boss sold rice for a long time, and he sold six or seven shi in total. When she came up, she needed ten shi, and she had to vacate a small half of the rice warehouse. He also saved trouble, and it was okay to make less money, so he smiled and said: "Of course. Yes, but I don't take credit here, have you brought any money?"

Bai Zhi took out the purse, took out four taels of silver from it and put it in the boss's palm: "Here, three taels of silver to buy rice, and one tael of silver to buy noodles, help me put them on that bullock cart." She pointed across the street The ox cart, Hu Feng was standing beside the ox watching her.

The boss couldn't be happy, so he hurriedly greeted the man to weigh the rice and noodles, and sent them to Baizhi's ox cart.

Hu Feng looked at the rice noodles piled up on the ox cart, frowned and asked, "What did you buy so much for? Have you finished eating?"

Bai Zhi turned back, looked at the owner of the grain and oil shop whose mouth was almost grinning to the back of his ears, and said coldly: "Let's see, these unscrupulous businessmen who make a fortune in the country will get their due lessons sooner or later."