In Chang'an, night slowly descended, and this magnificent city immediately entered two worlds as usual.

There is silence, darkness, and no fingers can be seen.

The railings fell one after another, and there were many door locks on it.

Three quarters of Chang'an City thus entered silence and loneliness.

In the other world, the lights were dim, as if it was daytime, dancers joined together in long sleeves, and a jar of fine wine was quickly consumed in the drums and swearing.

There is no doubt that this world belongs to Qili, Shangguanli and the numerous luxury houses surrounding these two noble residential areas.

Here, singing and dancing brings peace, here, being indulged in luxury.

Although one prime minister just committed suicide and one servant was imprisoned.

But few people were affected.

Sing and dance.

Many people are even in a good mood.

"In the eight counties in the Qishanyuan area, there are nearly 60,000 households and 300,000 to 400,000 people!" A slightly fat nobleman held a wine bottle and said intoxicatedly: "And the local yield per mu is only one stone! Only one stone!"

The guests who were sitting there all had red eyes and shortness of breath when they heard it.

Anyone knows what this means?

This means that the Qishanyuan area, with a radius of hundreds of miles and a population of 300,000 to 400,000 can only get up to three million stones of corn!

It is evenly distributed to everyone, less than eight stones! Less than eight stones!

If the output of local powerful landlords is deducted, the bottom mud legs can be distributed with food, with less than five stones per person per person, or even less!

With such a little food, these farmers can't even stand this winter!

Not to mention, they also need to pay land tax and tuition.

Therefore, even if they save money, they have plans.

At most, they will lose food in December!

By that time, hehe...

I'm afraid that one stone of grain can be exchanged for ten acres of land!

Add ten stones to buy the family!

A feast, an unprecedented feast!

Just Qishanyuan can make them profit by a hundred times more!

"I hate that Zhang Zizhong!" Someone suddenly said, "This person is wrong, and he even startled his family to personally rescue the disaster, otherwise..."

The Qishanyuan area was originally destined to have no harvest.

But Zhang Zi was so arrogant that he alarmed the emperor and ruined everyone's plan to make money!

Just thinking about this, a lot of people feel heartache and unable to breathe.

"Oh!" The master sitting upright raised the wine bottle and stood up and said, "The Shizhong Gong is loyal to the king, so you can't say that there is anything wrong with it... and the current situation is OK... On the contrary, the Qishan Yuan particles are not harvested, which is very bad!"

Listening to his words, everyone hurriedly raised their cups and bowed: "You are waiting for Yingming, you are waiting for Yingming!"

Thinking about it, this is indeed the case. If the original particles of Qishan Mountain are not harvested, it will inevitably cause the emperor to be furious.

By that time, maybe something will happen.

Just like the great disaster in the sixth year of Yuanfeng, the emperor suddenly took action and opened Shanglinyuan and the Northern Army camp to resettle the victims.

It made many people's abacus fail in an instant.

It's still better now. Although Qishanyuan suffered disasters, the scale of the disaster was just right.

It's just a bad harvest, not a dead harvest.

This gave countless people the opportunity to take action.

"By the way..." The owner suddenly remembered something and asked, "How is the rice price in Chang'an today?"

"By the evening, the city had risen to 150 cents per stone!" A retainer immediately reported.

"It's so slow!" The owner listened, a little unsatisfied, and ordered: "Tell the people below that they can only sell up to 100 stones of corn tomorrow. If you sell an extra dou, I will pull out his skin!"

The servant was slightly stunned when he listened.

Yesterday evening, the price of rice in Chang'an was only 120 qian per stone.

I have increased thirty yuan a day, but I am not satisfied?

But he didn't think much about it and nodded immediately: "Oh!"

And other guests were also spotted.

The rice price is still too low now!

The rice price must be increased as soon as possible!

What's the point of selling rice that costs 150 yuan per stone?

If they hadn't been concerned about Jingzhao Yin and Zhi Jinwu, or even the censors' intervention, they wouldn't even want to take out a grain of rice.

Because everyone knows that the current price of rice is just the starting point.

Now every time you take out a stone of rice, you are losing money!

And it's a blood loss!

These foods are kept in your hands, and every extra day, the profits can be increased by several%.

Just stay until December, or even until March of spring.

One stone of rice can even be sold for one or two thousand yuan!

Of course, Wuzhu coins are cute, but everyone’s goal is not Wuzhu coins.

But population and land.

This production cut is conservatively estimated that Chang'an nobles and powerful people can turn millions of acres of land and hundreds of thousands or even millions of people into their own meals.

You can also loot the wealth and savings of other classes, especially the small and medium-sized landlords, for generations!

In the face of such huge benefits, now, the noble ministers of Chang'an, except for a few, are all ready to move.

There were even Jiuqing who quietly participated.

"Come on, drink, drink!" The owner raised the wine bottle and was in a very happy mood.

He even felt that this period was the happiest time in his life.

When everyone heard this, they raised their glasses: "I wish you a long and prosperous life and a prosperous life!"

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And just in this dim lights and magnificent mansion, five hundred steps away, was pitch black and closed by heavy door locks.

In the simple house, no oil lamps were lit.

The children squeezed on a shabby mat, touched their stomachs, and murmured softly: "Father, Father, I'm hungry..."

Li Er bit his lip, stood in the room, touching a jar in his hand.

There are more than 1,400 five-zhu coins inside.

It was the wages he earned hard in Chang'an City over the past few months, and it was also the last savings for the whole family.

"Today the rice price rose to 150 yuan..." Li Er murmured.

This price is much beyond his ability to bear.

He dared not buy it.

"I hope the rice price will drop a little tomorrow... I will buy it all..." He sighed, walked to the rice jar at home, looked at the rice stored in it, and found that it was only a little bit, at most two dou of rice. Even if he didn't eat it himself, even if it was cooked into porridge, it would not be enough for the three children in the family to eat.

So he knew that he would have to buy rice tomorrow.

He bought rice to fill the children's stomachs, and he might find a few more jobs.

Li Er is a carpenter who relies on his skills to support his family and carefully manages and protects his life and family in this Chang'an city.

A little craftsman like him, as long as he has a life, can make his family live a much more comfortable and prosperous life than the farmers.

However, in the past few days, the price of rice has soared, which caught him off guard.

You should know that in this season of previous years, the rice prices would fall due to the harvest of Guanzhong and the launch of new rice.

Therefore, he didn't buy too many meters at home.

I didn’t expect that what I waited for was not a good harvest, but a bad harvest.

Rice prices suddenly surged.

It made it difficult for him to adapt.

"Maybe the emperor will intervene..." Li Er thought to himself, he looked in the direction of Weiyang Palace. At this moment, he had never prayed like now that the owner of Weiyang Palace and Jianzhang Palace stood up and supported him, at least so that he could buy cheaper rice so that the whole family could continue to survive.
To be continued...