Zhang Zhou went downstairs and left without saying anything to Zhu Feng. Zhu Feng offered to send Zhang Zhou off in a carriage, but Zhang Zhou declined.
He has no intention of doing business with Zhu Feng in the future. Why does a Gongsheng student think he has the strength to do business with a child of the Duke's family? Besides, Zhu Feng is not a good choice for a business partner.
After Zhang Zhou left, Zhu Feng said excitedly to the woman on the side: "Tong'er, I said that the fortune teller was right. I will make money this year. I will go back and bring back several thousand shi of food."
The woman glared at him angrily and said, "Do you believe what a prodigal son who was ridiculed by others said? You have lost all the wealth your father left to you, so you are just willing to be like him, right?"
Zhu Feng recalled the scene of her previous meeting with Zhang Zhou, narrowed her eyes and said, "Mr. Zhang is a charming man. He won't lie to me. I'll go right away."
Seeing her husband talking like this, the woman couldn't help but shudder.
She probably thought of something bad, but when she saw Zhu Feng rushing to do some rice and grain business, she was really too lazy to take care of it.
She looked out the window, trying to calm her fluctuating heart.
"Even if he is a child of the Duke's family, he is still not a worm? What's even worse is that he actually...sigh!" The woman felt very unhappy, probably because her married life made her very unhappy. At this time, Gaotai came down to take her back to the Duke's residence. The people were already waiting, and even her personal maid came up together.
"Miss, where is the young father-in-law?"
The maid was carrying a food box in her hand. She had obviously prepared something to eat before. She didn't see Zhu Feng when she came up. The maid was still very careful, fearing that Zhu Feng would suddenly come out.
"He's gone!" The woman was very angry.
Only then did the maid dare to speak a little louder: "Young Master, too, I will take you out for an autumn outing to climb high and look far away. Why are you leaving alone? Are you looking for the vixen again?"
The woman glared over: "Can you speak?"
The maid stuck out her tongue, probably because she had a good relationship with her young lady, and muttered: "Maybe it's some male vixen..."
The master and servant were about to get off the platform.
But it was the woman who passed by where Zhang Zhou was sitting just now and looked down to see the book resting on her butt on the ground.
The maid quickly picked up the book and said, "Miss, someone left this book behind. It doesn't belong to the young master, right? But I have never seen the young master reading a book."
The woman immediately understood that Zhang Zhou had left it behind just now. She thought that since she didn't remember to take it away, it probably wasn't something important, so she ignored it, but the maid opened it and glanced at it a few times.
"oops……"
The reaction of the maid when she saw the book was not much different from that of ordinary girls when they read this book.
The woman Bendu came to the stairs and asked, "What?"
The maid said: "This book contains a lot of filthy words, it's really dirty."
He said this, but he didn't want to put the book away. He still held it tightly, probably because he wanted to take it back and slowly appreciate this "dirty" book.
"There is no formality. I guess that Zhang family member is not a gentleman. He usually carries some filthy things with him. Birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups." The woman was not so much scolding Zhang Zhou as she was scolding Zhu Feng.
After saying that, he took the maid into the carriage.
On the carriage, the woman was always looking out of the transom, appreciating the scenery along the way, but the little maid who usually chirped made no sound at all. When she turned around, she found that the little maid who had been scolding the book just now was holding a book and reading it carefully.
"Isn't it dirty talk? Do you still think highly of it?"
"Miss, you don't know. It's quite interesting if you look closely. It's a bit similar to the "Water Margin" I heard before. Miss, what is this word? I don't know it..."
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It’s late August in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Zhou rarely goes out these days. While waiting for the results of the provincial examination to be released, he is also waiting peacefully for the Huanghuai River to break the embankment. His grain can be sold at a good price. He usually prepares his publishing plan at home.
But on this day, Jiang Dezhong had been busy all morning. At noon, he was drinking wine with two side dishes at home, and the shopkeeper of the shop hurried back.
"Master, something happened." The shopkeeper couldn't even breathe.
Jiang Dezhong looked calm and calm: "If Mount Tai does not change color even after it collapses, is it because the wine in the vat is muddy? Or is it because the song is moldy?"
The shopkeeper said: "No, it was the merchants from the north who said that the Yellow River burst in the past few days, and water transportation from the north to the south was interrupted again. Grain from the Jianghuai River cannot be transferred, and the price of rice in the city has increased by 20% in one day."
"What?"
Jiang Dezhong stood up.
Before he could issue further instructions, his son Jiang Shanquan also came back from outside and shouted from afar: "Father."
"Father, I know that the Huanghuai River has burst its embankments, and the grain supply from the north cannot be brought down. The price of grain has gone up, right? Oh, Bingkuan told me everything. I don't know where he got the news? Quickly, call him Come, as a father, I want to ask him."
Suddenly, it seemed that Zhang Zhou had become an important figure.
"Father, even if there is flooding in the north and grain cannot be transferred, the south of the Yangtze River is already a land of fish and rice. How can the price of grain rise? How about we take the opportunity to sell the backlog of old rice?"
"Hey, that's a good idea... No, no, you let your father think about it first."
After listening to his son's words, Jiang Dezhong thought about the truth. Nanjing's grain was mainly produced and sold in the south of the Yangtze River. It didn't seem to have much to do with the floods in the north. It was better to take advantage of the chaotic news outside and sell the backlog of old rice. Can make money...
What's wrong?
"It's Bingkuan. Have Bingkuan been here these days?" Jiang Dezhong suddenly had this son-in-law in his eyes.
Jiang Shanquan said: "He stores all the grain in the big warehouse, and I haven't asked him for storage money yet. I saw him mention it to him once before, and he laughed and exposed it. Recently, he didn't even show his face. With his behavior, An idle nature is not the material for doing business at all.”
Jiang Dezhong said angrily: "Can you have some confidence in your brother-in-law? He has calculated in advance that the price of food will rise, right?"
Just as he was talking again, the counting house from the warehouse outside came.
The accountant said: "Master, young master, there are several grain boats coming up the river. They are all transporting grain. They also said that it is this year's new grain and that it can be sold to us at a fair price. I want to ask if I want..."
Jiang Shanquan said: "Dad, look, it has only been half a day, and the price of food has dropped back to its original value. You expect to make money by listening to your son-in-law Chenglong Kuai, I think there is no chance in this life."
"Hey."
Jiang Dezhong was about to gain some confidence in Zhang Zhou, and wanted to use some tricky angles to make him feel that Zhang Zhou was okay and gradually recognize this son-in-law... Now he himself has no confidence.
"Sir, do we want those boatloads of rice?"
"What the hell, the rice in our big warehouse hasn't been sold yet. I think you guys are full. If the price of rice doesn't double in the future, don't come to see me! Let me get it from the stove again. Two dishes come…”
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afternoon.
Zhang Zhou was writing at home. Jiang Pingyu took her son to the street and came back with half a bag of rice.
"Don't you still have rice at home?" Zhang Zhou put down his pen, stood up and helped Jiang Pingyu take the rice bag, holding it in his hand, "Besides, there are still several hundred stones of rice in your father's warehouse."
Jiang Pingyu was in a conflicted mood. She wanted to laugh, but she seemed unable to do so. She said, "Husband, I went out for a trip. I heard rumors from outside that there is flooding in the north. Now the neighbors in the street are rushing to go home. As for the rice, I grabbed it faster and got some at a reasonable price. Those who entered the shop later paid 30% more, and the counter said it was sold out."
"Oh. The water is finally coming out? It's good, it's good." Zhang Zhou said with emotion that learning history is indeed useful.
Jiang Pingyu asked: "Do you want to inform father?"
Zhang Zhou curled his lips and said: "Your family is in the brewing business, and they usually deal with rice merchants. Does he know that the price of food has increased? Let's continue to live our lives, and when the price of food triples, I will come again. Sold all the rice in the warehouse."
