"But don't worry, I won't use Guancang rice in vain!"

The township officials who were already a little commotion reluctantly calmed down and waited for Hong Jing to come. These fifteen thousand shi are their food expenses for next year, and many low-level officials are counting on these things to open fire.

"To be honest with you, there is no news about Hanyang's successor yet, so the relief rice can only be used for another four or five days. I, too, am a clever woman and cannot make a meal without rice."

"A great eunuch has his own difficulties." Kong Shangxuan initially thought that Hong Jinglai was a bastard peace officer from Hanyang.

He belongs to the kind of faint-hearted official who focuses on maintaining stability and tries his best to cover up everything. As long as the disaster situation eases in the spring, he can run away and return to Hanyang.

Now look at Hong Jinglai. He speaks in a clear and logical manner. Not only does he not seem to be incompetent in common affairs, he even seems to be very familiar with the situation of the lower-class rural officials as a high-ranking member of the imperial family.

"So now we are supporting the rice stored in the official warehouse, but it is not a free charity. I am going to sell it at a price, and the rice price will be returned to you." Hong Jinglai waved his hand towards Kong Shangxuan.

Kong Shangxuan, who had just raised his evaluation, felt amused again. After all, he was a nerd who passed the imperial examination and became an official in the capital. What kind of bullshit method was this? It seemed like a magical plan.

However, everyone still reluctantly accepted the situation. As long as it was not a free expropriation, it would at least be easier to accept psychologically. There is no end in sight to this disaster. If we sell the grain now and there is no rain next spring, the price of grain may rise to

If it is two or three times as much as it is now, you will still suffer a loss.

In Wonju now, the first-class hard currency is of course white rice, and the second-class hard currency is money!

"But, if we only sell at a flat price of five hundred yuan per stone, the price of food will probably rise a lot in the future, and you will all be in trouble." Hong Jinglai showed a look of caring for his subordinates.

"Yes, Superintendent!"

"The supervisor expected it well!"

"The supervisor should be considerate of me."

There are those rural officials one after another. What Hong Jing said is what they think. If they sell the grain now, they may not be able to buy grain in the future. By then, their interests will still be damaged. This is simply worse than

It would be uncomfortable to kill them all.

"So I decided to sell it at a slight premium."

"I wonder what the official price set by the prison is?" One of the men in charge of the township class had two warehouses of grain in Yuanzhou, and he had a share of the rice store's previous purchase.

Assuming that the official warehouse starts selling stored rice, the pricing of the official warehouse will affect the price of rice in the entire Yuanzhou. After all, the government still has some credibility, and Hong Jinglai has been effective in providing disaster relief before, and many people are convinced.

If the official warehouse price is only the normal price, then they, the rural landowners, will not be able to make a fortune by hoarding grain. After all, the three prefectures and twelve counties of Gangwon Province have no less than 200,000 yuan in rice as official salary and government funds.

Stones are put on sale, and together with Hanyang's relief efforts, it can basically meet most of the needs of hundreds of thousands of victims before next spring.

"What do you think should be done?" Hong Jinglai looked around with a smile.

"How about six hundred dollars a stone?"

"No, no, it's still eight hundred yuan a stone."

Looking at the villagers who were making suggestions, Hong Jinglai knew that they actually wanted to sell at a higher price, but they had not yet fully understood Hong Jinglai's details and did not dare to speak out loudly.

"Oops! These few hundred dollars are of no use in a hurry. It's better to do everything right in one step!" Hong Jinglai, who didn't want to watch their performance anymore, spoke up.

"The supervisor has already made a plan?"

"Three thousand coins and one stone!"

There was a bang, as if a heavy aerial bomb was dropped in the flower hall. Even Kong Shangxuan and a group of rural officials who were watching the show were shocked by this number. Brown rice is usually only worth 500 yuan per stone. , the price has skyrocketed to six times the par price, which is simply outrageously high.

This is really to squeeze out the last bit of oil and water from the bones of ordinary people!

"What do you think?" Now Hong Jinglai's image has changed drastically in the eyes of everyone present.

Whether he once looked down upon or looked down on Hong Jing, now he suddenly adds a label to Hong Jing, cruel and ruthless! This clearly means that he will rely on the suppressing camp and Yuanzhou's troops to suppress the people and completely make Yuanzhou Come and the sky will be three feet high!

One thousand and two hundred officers and soldiers cannot defeat the organized mob. It is not a trivial matter to bully the old, weak, sick and disabled like you who are unorganized.

"I'm afraid that the official price is so high that it will be difficult for ordinary people to accept it." A petty official said with a sense of justice and conscience.

Although he didn't know whether it was out of sincerity or disbelief, his question still received unanimous attention from all the officials present.

Niang Xipi, finally a big boss with a black face and a hard heart came here to lead us to scrape the land openly. What a good person you are to stand up! Even if Hong Jinglai gets half of the kickback for a stone of rice, it will fall into their hands. It turned out to be three times the salary.

Even if the court blames him, it is the deputy prisoner who is responsible for it. What does it have to do with these minions? Once you are an official, how can you make a fortune if you don't plunder the poor? With such a good opportunity to plunder, and the risk being so low, the worst is to finish it. Just move your butt and leave.

No matter how poor the hundreds of thousands of victims are, the few cents of oil and water scraped off will definitely make everyone here fat.

"Of course I appreciate the hard work of the people, so the official price is three thousand yuan per stone, but you don't have to follow the official price." Hong Jinglai looked at the villagers who owned the rice store to store grain.

"The supervisor is saying..."

"My official's warehouse rice costs 3,000 yuan per stone. You can sell it for 2,000 yuan per stone and 2,500 yuan per stone."

While others were still thinking about it, Kong Shangxuan was the first to react.

"The Chief Superintendent is very kind and kind, please accept the students' respect."

What else does this mean? Anyway, the court's disaster relief rice distribution has finished, and now the rice can only be sold at the official price. But Hong Jinglai set the price to a high price of 3,000 yuan, and the people will definitely be discouraged. At this time, the local "village sages" , in honor of the fellow villagers who are in difficulty, they are sold at a price lower than the official price to help the fellow villagers.

Hong Jing takes the blame, but the good thing is that they, the rural officials, get it. You tell me whether Kong Shangxuan should kneel down or not!

And isn’t this just a way of saying that even if the people don’t buy the rice from Guancang, the rice from Guancang can be transferred to rice stores and sold. Everyone is happy, and the profits are still several times larger.

All the people on the stage in Wonju can share in this gluttonous feast, and only the poor people who suffered from the disaster will suffer. But what are the people? They are just weeds in the field, not as valuable as the livestock in the master's house.

"This kind of treatment is also to save the people of this county!"

"Gelang is going to have a rest, the rest of you can talk to me!" Han Sanshi stopped everyone who was about to have a detailed chat with Hong Jinglai, and Han Sanshi appeared as Hong Jinglai's agent.

You all think about it, how could Hong Jinglai, who is also the deputy minister, handle such a "small matter" personally? And Han Sanshi is a confidant of Hong Jinglai, so naturally it is best to talk to him. What's more, Han Sanshi is also from the fifth grade.

Official Bian, don't humiliate them.
Chapter completed!