(Please recommend votes! Thanks to book friend Shen’s Tofu, book friend A student, book friend’s 100 coins for the 5,000-year civilization~)

"Then, what should I do?"

Seeing that his son was so useless, Chen Sanguan sighed and said, "Ku'er, you ask you to go to the cabinet more and learn something, but you just don't listen. You are flirting with a bunch of friends all day long, but you can't even understand such a simple problem."

Seeing that his father blamed him, Shen Kuo hurriedly said, "My son knows his mistake, so please give me some advice."

Chen Sanguan said with a stern face: "For my father, please ask you, why did the price of grain change?"

Shen Kuo thought to himself what this is, and his father looked down on me too much.

"When my father said, farmers should eat according to the weather. If God appreciates his face, the grain price will naturally be lower when the harvest is ready. If natural disasters continue and drought plagues come with them, then there will be no harvest of particles. They can only rely on the storage of grain in the warehouse, and the price of grain will naturally rise."

Seeing his son looking complacent, Chen Sanguan felt even more angry.

"Hmph, then I'll ask you again, where is the most grain produced in this dynasty?"

"Naturally it's Huguang."

As the son of a leading grain merchant in Nanzhili, Shen Kuo can still answer such a simple question.

I often hire a fleet to transport grain from Wuchang to Nanzhili for sale.

The food transported by water is consumed very little, but one in and out can earn a lot of price difference.

Originally, Nanzhili was also a grain-producing area, and there was even a saying that Suhu was well-versed in the world.

However, since the Jiajing Dynasty adopted the national policy of changing rice into mulberry trees, many places in Jiangnan, especially Zhejiang, Nanzhili and other places have changed farmland to plant mulberry trees.

Although the income from planting mulberry trees is high, there is not enough food to eat.

Jiangnan has a dense population, and there are so many people waiting for food to be eaten, so they can only transfer grain from Huguang.

This is to have the saying that Hu Guang is familiar with and the world is full.

Shen Kuo was very satisfied with the answer he gave and was waiting for his father to praise him.

But Chen Sanguan continued to ask: "What is the price of grain in Huguang now?"

"this..."

Shen Kuo scratched his head a little.

He only knows that Huguang produces the most abundant grain, but he doesn't know the specific grain price. But it shouldn't be very high, right?

"The boy doesn't know."

Chen Sanguan said coldly: "Now the four prefectures of Xiangyang, De'an, Jingzhou and Chengtian are confronting the imperial government army in the hands of the white thieves in the Chuang army. The official army has hundreds of thousands of yuan, and the military rations consumes a lot. The food price has tripled since this year."

Shen Kuo hurriedly said, "Isn't this a good thing? The grain prices in Huguang have risen, so let's follow it, which is reasonable."

The sinking of Sanguan is really about to vomit blood.

"You, why are you so stupid!"

Shen Kuo looked aggrieved and muttered: "My son is stupid and asks his father to make it clear."

Chen Sanguan snorted and said, "Huguang is a natural line, and the imperial court cannot control the price of grain. But if the grain prices in Nanjing will also rise like Huguang. The imperial court will open warehouses to stabilize the price of grain."

"What is this? If the court cannot reach Huguang, will it be known that it will disrupt the market in Nanzhili?"

Shen Kuozhi was indignant and kept waving his fists.

"So the food price cannot rise sharply, you can only take it slowly."

Chen Sanguan stroked his beard and said, "Wait, isn't Shandong also fighting? Is the imperial court's food stock almost done?"

"What's the use? The food price still can't rise."

"You, you!"

Chen Sanguan is really going crazy.

"We dare not raise prices rashly at the moment because the court still has stored grain. We can raise prices to the court to open warehouses to stabilize grain prices. If the court's stored grain is transferred to Shandong, and we will raise prices again, what will the court use to fill the pit?"

Shen Kuo finally understood a little, and slapped his head and said, "Ah, why didn't the child think of it? My father is really calculating. But how did my father know that the imperial court's food was almost used up?"

Chen Sanguan said lightly: "It's very simple. For my father, there are people in the court. If we are in our business, no one is staring at the court. Look, as long as one month or half a month, the court's granary will bottom out. At that time, we can increase the price as much as we want."

Shen Kuo was overjoyed when he heard this: "What do you need your son to do now?"

"Catch more food secretly and do it with caution in the name of different people."

Hoarding goods has always been a good opportunity for merchants. Chen Sanguan naturally would not know about it. But grain is an extremely sensitive thing. You must be careful when hoarding and never give it a handle.

It is because of him that he would buy grain in the name of different people and hoard it.

"I will leave this matter to Manager He, so don't interfere."

I was still not very relieved about this prodigal son, Chen Sanguan. After much thought, I decided to appoint the shopkeeper He Jin to do it.

Because the food on the Nanjing market was slowly emptied, the food prices did not fluctuate much during this period, and the court would not notice it easily.

When the food in the imperial warehouse bottomed out, it was time for the three sects to turn over.

At that time, the court was too late to react.

"Don't know the rest of the grain merchants in the chamber of commerce for now. The fewer people know about this, the better."

In order to ensure that everything is safe, Chen Sanguan decided to eat alone in this matter.

As for the colleagues poked their backs and scolded him afterwards, they would let them scold him.

...

...

Qinhuai River, Meixiang Tower.

At this time, the lights were already on, and the singing voice of the singing girl was heard from the Meixiang Tower, making the pedestrian's soul lose.

Hou Fangyu walked to the front of the building in a daze, looked up and saw that it wasn't Meixiang Tower?

Since he left Gao Hongtu's mansion, he felt like the deflated sheepskin raft was completely soft.

What does the emperor mean when a father cannot recover? What does the emperor mean when the emperor has his own arrangements?

Could it be that my father will never recover in his entire life?

Hou Fangyu couldn't accept it and subconsciously walked to Meixiang Tower all the way.

How to relieve worries is Xiangjun.

At this moment, only Li Xiangjun can comfort his injured heart, right?

Hou Fangyu took a step and walked into Meixiang Tower, but as soon as he entered the building, he was blocked by a man who looked like a turtle man.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Hou? Why, Mr. Hou has time to come to our Meixiang Tower again?"

Hou Fangyu suppressed his anger and said, "I want to see Xiangjun."

"Ah? Mr. Hou wants to meet Miss Xiangjun? I have brought enough money. Could it be that Miss Xiangjun gave it to me?"

The turtle man smiled but didn't smile, and looked sarcastic.

Hou Fangyu was furious and pointed at the turtle man and cursed: "Your pussy looks at something low, and ask your madam to come out."

The turtle man rolled his eyes and said, "Look at Mr. Hou's temper. The young man is just a joke. Besides, how did Mr. Hou get the money and what did he do with me? Look, come with the money."

Hou Fangyu's teeth trembled, closed his eyes and forced himself to suppress his anger. Only then did he calm down and took silver from his purse and patted it on the Turtle's hand.

"Is it enough?"

The Turtle Master weighed the point and smiled and said, "Prince Hou, please, Miss Xiangjun has been waiting for you."

...
Chapter completed!