Fusang Prefecture, due to the sudden shortage of food, has made the entire Fusang Prefecture a must-fight place for grain merchants in the world.

All the grain merchants are at a strife and will kill you to the death.

At this time, don’t rush to see the upcoming brutal battle in Fusang Prefecture. Let’s dial back more than ten days, go back to mid-March, and see Niushan Town at that time.

At that time, Green Island Port and Fusang Prefecture had not yet clashed, and there was no flooding of Fusang Prefecture. Everything seemed peaceful and peaceful, and the air was filled with a relaxed atmosphere.

It was an afternoon. I was busy all morning in the breakfast village. Old Man Jia came out of Zhuangji Winery, the closest to Niushan Town, and walked towards home with his hands behind his back.

The temperature in March is still a bit low, but the climate in the breakfast village is pleasant, so Old Man Jia wears a little less clothes.

If it were the past, Old Man Jia would have been trembling with cold, wrapped in a thick coat, shivered and hurried home quickly.

But Old Man Jia's body is much better than before. I don't know if it is because the manor produces too much or because he feels comfortable.

Almost everyone who knew him was shocked when he saw him. Not only did his white hair start to turn black, but his wrinkles on his face were much less. He walked with great enthusiasm and spoke with great energy. He did not look like a retired old man at all.

Even the heart disease that often troubled him before has not been there for many days.

However, if you have something to do, you covered your chest and shouted: "Oh, you've been so angry that I've had a heart disease..." This is a repertoire program, and you still have to come out to act from time to time. With his years of heart disease history, of course, it's hard to tell the truth, and it's enough to be real.

It takes about three or four kilometers to walk from Zhuangji Winery to his home.

Every day after walking this section of the road, Old Man Jia felt an inexplicable feeling and loss.

This is Niushan Town, but this place is no longer his Niushan Town.

The Niushan Town he remembers is gradually being eaten up and getting smaller and smaller.

Instead, countless tall buildings slowly rose up on the territory of Niushan Town before.

He saw young people who suddenly became nouveau riche because of demolition, driving luxury cars across the market, and seeing rent collectors and rent-collecting ladies who were no longer working in their forties and were playing cards on the streets.

I also saw young people who came from somewhere, full of dreams, running around in a hurry.

It is gradually becoming exactly the same as other places in the city.

Is this a good thing?

Everyone's life is getting better and better, and it is of course good to enjoy the dividends of urban development.

But Old Man Jia always recalls the peaceful and even backward town that was in the past, and misses the opening of the Fantasy Mountain Tunnel.

Recently, his feelings and loss have gradually become weaker, and he no longer remembers the past, but has turned to look forward.

Now, the spiritual pillar in his mind is no longer Niushan Town, but the small village he developed - the breakfast village.

Almost all his efforts were spent on breakfast Murakami.

The simple farmer in the breakfast village, the rabbit and dragon guards who always jumped and jumped when walking, and the merchants who came and went, became his new concern.

Especially recently, after the manor was upgraded, he was thinking about how to develop and strengthen the breakfast village and make the breakfast village another engine for the development of the manor.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is all over the world.

This time of walking every day is not only exercising, but also organizing your thoughts.

As I walked back, people often greeted him on the way.

When he was passing by Niushan Town Middle School, he stopped and looked inside for a while.

The wooden teaching building is still so beautiful and chic.

After winter, the world's most special Wukefeng Stadium has grown new leaves, which has a unique vitality.

This building was actually newly built, but for some reason, the building seemed to have become his emotional belonging at this time. It felt like the building was still there, and Niushan Town would not collapse.

After watching for a long time, he still stared at a middle school student who was planning to climb over the wall and skip classes and scolded him, and then he continued to move forward with his hands behind his back.

Not far from Niushan Town Middle School is the Niushan Town Government. It is much busier here than when he was there. He often doesn't recognize most of the staff coming and going.

The previous guard seemed to have retired, and the new guard was very young and handsome. He stood at the door for a while, but the guard did not recognize him and even came out to ask him: "My fellow villager, are you here to sign the acquisition agreement?"

"Acquisition agreement?" Old Man Jia was stunned.

He looked down at himself and found that it was no wonder that the guard called him a fellow villager. His clothes were simple and simple, and he had many places in and out of the fields in the breakfast village, and he was covered with some soil. He was not a fellow villager?

"Yes, the acquisition agreement is signed. Just go left in the lobby on the first floor." The guard said.

Old Man Jia was wondering what the acquisition agreement was, but suddenly he saw three or four men and women dressed in plain clothes, and walked over carefully. After saying a few words, he headed straight to the first floor.

When we arrived at the large conference room on the left, Old Man Jia saw a huge banner: "The location of the signing of the winter wheat purchase agreement in Niushan Town."

"Purchase of winter wheat?" Old Man Jia was stunned.

When Old Man Jia saw the acquisition, he felt a little upset. He still remembered that last year, most of the farmers in the town were deceived by fake seed companies, and the winter wheat they planted did not sprout at all. If Zhuang Buyuan had not extended a helping hand and gave the seeds of "fast-growing beets" that could also be planted in winter, many people would probably lose all their money.

Of course, about one-tenth of farmers are not fooled to plant those fake seeds.

But, come and buy winter wheat now?

"Isn't it still more than a month before the winter wheat will start harvesting?" Old Man Jia was puzzled.

"Yes, this is a great thing the mayor did!" A young man next to him turned his head and said to Lao Jiatou: "You don't know that before our mayor came, many people were deceived by people who sold fake winter wheat seeds... I don't know what the previous mayor did for food. Now, our mayor was worried that it would hurt everyone's enthusiasm for growing grain, so he specially invited people from the grain company to sign a purchase agreement. The grain company promised to purchase grain at a price higher than 30% of the market price last year..."

Old Man Jia couldn't help rolling his eyes a few times. As expected, this kind of mess has fallen on him again, but he can't argue.

What he was more worried about at this time was, is this true?

"The price is higher than 30% of the market price?" Old Jian wondered: "It's not a liar again, isn't there such a good thing in this world?

Winter wheat is the staple food, and it is the focus of the state to stabilize prices. The prices have been stable over the years, allowing farmers to make money, but not too high. It is higher than 30% of the market price? Such a good thing?

"How can I do it? I am the world's top grain merchant! Have you ever heard of Jiabang? The world's number one grain merchant has a turnover of more than 100 billion yuan a year, which is higher than the fiscal revenue of our Xucheng! Is it used to deceive a few farmers?"

This young man was obviously not just a farmer. He gave Old Man Jia some knowledge and said it was very knowledgeable.

But Old Man Jia subconsciously felt something was wrong, and his brows frowned tightly.
Chapter completed!