Chapter 83 The Ming Family Shows Its Prowess
"But fortunately he is a fool, otherwise we would have no chance of survival." As she said this, she patted Zhu Mingqing on the shoulder and smiled, revealing her scattered teeth: "I haven't seen you before, you must have just arrived, you are lucky." As she spoke, she raised a thumbs up.
As the two were talking, there was movement at the city gate.
A large number of officials came out, first marked out an area, and then sent people to guard the four corners.
Not long after, these people came over with firewood and some pots and pans, and a large amount of rice on their carts.
The woman stood up suddenly and said in surprise, "Wow, he really came."
She turned around in surprise and shouted, "The county magistrate is distributing porridge."
The actions at the city gate had already attracted the attention of many refugees, and when they heard these words, they immediately started talking.
The pot has boiled and the rice has been put in.
Someone came forward and asked quietly if it was food for them. After getting an affirmative answer, everyone rushed over in an instant.
"Don't push, line up, otherwise no one will be able to eat." The yamen runner in charge of distributing porridge shouted loudly.
But these people were so hungry that they wanted to be the first to get the food and didn't care about order at all.
The bailiff cracked his whip, and the wind blew fiercely. Only then did they stand still in fear.
Zhu Mingqing was watching from the side.
Putting aside other things, even if the county magistrate was a little greedy, the speed at which he distributed the porridge was impeccable.
Someone passed by carrying porridge, and the aroma of porridge filled the air.
She applied it lightly, and it was just the right thickness. It didn't look delicate at all, but it certainly helped to resist hunger.
"Qingqing, you have gained the favor of five hundred people." The little world spirit shouted in surprise.
Zhu Mingqing's mouth curled up slightly. It seems that giving out porridge is indeed a feasible method.
Thinking of something, she continued, "Then if we sell the grain to the rice shop and let the people make their own food, we can also gain favor?"
The little world spirit was confused, it seemed to be true.
In the past, Qingqing made the food herself, but now that the food has been sent out, others have made the food. However, her favorability has increased.
but……
The little world spirit emphasized, "Everyone can only gain favorability once. If the food is prepared by Qingqing herself, it may win the favor of more people."
Zhu Mingqing: ...
There are so many people in the world. If she were to make them one by one and sell them to everyone, she would never be able to finish the work even if she died of exhaustion!
But if it’s just about selling grain, it’s much simpler.
When we get to Guancheng, we’ll buy some more land and set up some experimental plots.
If the food grown outside could be of the same quality as that grown in space...
The little world spirit interrupted directly: "Qingqing, it's impossible."
The quality of the land and streams in the fairy palace, as well as the spiritual energy in the air, are all unique.
Zhu Mingqing shrugged. She knew that the hope was slim, but she thought it was not illegal.
"Young man, go and eat something quickly." The woman came back with the porridge and prepared to taste it carefully. When she found that she was still there, she hurriedly urged her.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Zhu Mingqing came back to his senses and smiled as if grateful.
Even her messy hair couldn't hide her stunning face. The woman was stunned and wondered how this boy could be so handsome.
The porridge distribution activity was being carried out in an orderly manner at the city gate. At the same time, the magistrate of Ji County began to investigate which merchants had recently transported large quantities of grain into the city, and whether there was any wealthy businessman named Ming among them.
But no matter how he searched, he couldn't find any information.
In the end, it ended in nothing.
As the porridge-giving activity began, the reputation of the Ming family as a wealthy merchant began to spread among the lower-class people.
…
A few days later, east of Ji County.
An elderly man came out of his house carrying a bag of rice. It was still dark, but the old man had a happy look on his face and walked briskly.
A young man next door saw this and asked curiously, "Uncle, what are you doing so early in the morning?"
The old man smiled and said, "It's Sanzhu. You may not know this, but food prices have dropped now. Where are your parents? Hurry and tell them to get in line, otherwise they'll go hungry again."
"Is this true? Can food prices still drop at this time?" The young man obviously didn't believe it.
The old man waved his hand and said anxiously, "I won't tell you anymore. Look at the front, the line has reached my door."
After saying that, he trotted forward with brisk steps.
The young man turned around and saw that, just as his uncle had said, many people were running towards the rice shop. He immediately climbed down the wall and shouted into the house, "Dad, Mom..."
Ordinary people went through the most difficult period because of the drop in food prices.
Thanks to the government's free porridge, the refugees and their entire families were able to survive.
Soon after, such scenes began to occur in many places.
…
Next, every time we arrived in a town.
Taking advantage of everyone's break, Zhu Mingqing started trading with the shops.
He also encountered some difficult people. The other party thought that Zhu Mingqing had other intentions and asked for a huge amount of money, hoping to make a fortune through this opportunity.
Zhu Mingqing just smiled without saying anything, then turned around and looked for other people.
Watching your rival gain both fame and fortune is also a painful torture.
At the same time, some merchants tried to raise prices. After the price increase, seeing that no one from the Ming family came to pursue the matter, they simply let go of their courage and sold rice at a high price of twenty cents per pound.
Zhu Mingqing had already left by then.
If it were someone else, there might not be a way to come and ask for compensation.
But she has the little world spirit.
The little world spirit had specially marked the batch of grain that was sold.
Once food prices rise, it is the first to feel it.
So, that night, the shop suffered a large amount of food theft, and the revenue of many days disappeared without a trace.
The shopkeeper reported the matter to the police the next day, but how could the little world spirit leave any clues behind? In the end, he could only blame himself for his bad luck.
This incident was also spread by word of mouth, and the people vented their anger and cursed.
“Serves you right.”
"The Ming family said that rice would cost eight cents per pound. Now they are getting their comeuppance."
"God is watching you!"
It turned out that after Zhu Mingqing sold all the grain, in order to prevent the people from being cheated, he specially hired a group of beggars to spread the news in the city about which rice shops were selling grain at a special price.
Now that they know what happened to them, they all want to clap their hands in celebration.
The other colleagues also gave up their little thoughts.
From the moment we entered Jizhou, we walked through seven or eight towns in more than ten days.
The Ming family's reputation has been growing, and it has also attracted the attention of some people.
At first they didn't care, but as their own business became less and less and they had to curb it, no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find the other party's background.
…
Jizhou Prefecture, Zhending Prefecture, Fengjia Rice Shop.
The shopkeeper looked at the middle-aged man sitting at the upper seat and replied tremblingly, "Third Master, the Ming family comes and goes without a trace, and those merchants don't know who they are..."
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