These grain buyers are all merchants in the town who purchase rice and flour, including the Shen family.
They knew each other and were quite familiar with each other.
Upon seeing Shen Laosi's hint, the person who wanted to buy grain stopped.
After all, the Shen family's grain shop was the most profitable among the several grain shops, and the Shen family members were quite shrewd.
Shen Laosi said to the merchants, "Let's go over there and discuss this."
“Yes, let’s discuss it first, ma’am, please wait a moment,” one of the merchants said.
Then they went to the side and whispered among themselves.
"This Shen Laosi, I wonder what kind of bad idea he's going to come up with. He's definitely going to try to lower the price," Old Mrs. Qiao said coldly.
Qiao Yunni: "Yes, Mother, we don't get along with the Shen family. Fourth Brother Shen definitely won't be willing to buy rice from us at the market price. He's teaming up with other families to drive down the price. He might come and find fault with us later."
Although the two families have a deep-seated grudge, if the Shen family conducts this business properly, exchanging money for goods, they will still sell the rice to him.
But now, he's openly making moves right under the noses of the Qiao family.
Qiao Lian'er sneered: "Shen Laosi, if I'm not selling you this rice, you don't need to discuss it with anyone else."
"What? You come to the South Street market to sell grain, not just anyone can buy it? Just because we don't get along, you won't sell to me? That's a bit too petty," Shen Laosi said sullenly.
"Yes, we won't sell it to you. What are you going to do about it?"
Qiao Lian'er didn't care about being called petty. Why pretend to be magnanimous with such people?
She then looked at the other grain merchants: "Uncles and elders, you can see that our rice is fuller. If you buy from us, you can not only use it to make rice and flour, but also sell it as seeds. The seeds are better than those from other places. This price is already a concession, and we can't lower it any further. At worst, we can make some more effort and sell it in the county town. It will sell out quickly."
Hearing her say that, everyone was tempted.
Yes, these rice plants will grow better than in previous years if used for planting, and they will definitely sell well.
Shen Laosi also told them that if they tried to find fault and drive the price down to one coin per pound, they would think it was unrealistic.
Even the worst quality rice cannot be sold for a penny per kilogram; that would be too wasteful of the crops.
Now that they know there's a conflict between Shen Laosi's family and this family, they understand why Shen Laosi instigated them to do this.
Good rice like this, at three cents a pound, is definitely a good deal. Buy it!
So, you bought 300 jin, I bought 400 jin, and he bought 500 jin.
When Shen Laosi saw that the rice had been sold out, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He thought that if he planted seeds like these in his field, the rice would grow into better rice and he could earn more money next year.
"Don't buy them all, leave me a thousand catties."
He was busy prying open the grain merchants' nets, but it was too late; they had already bought everything.
"There's still over a thousand kilograms left at home," said Grandma Qiao with a stern face. "Hurry up and grab it."
Qiao Lian'er drove the carriage back, thinking that once the war was over and the world was at peace, she could take out the rice and grain in her spatial storage and sell it.
In ancient times, there were no effective irrigation projects, nor were there any water diversion projects like the South-to-North Water Diversion Project or the East-to-West Water Diversion Project. Whenever there was a drought, the farmland would not be irrigated, resulting in reduced harvests. Moreover, large areas of land would always be affected by the disaster, and at that time, the people in those areas would have a great demand for food.
Grain is easy to store and transport, and can be stored for several years, making it suitable for long-term cross-regional trading.
When he got home, he loaded over a thousand catties of grain onto a horse-drawn cart, which surprised the villagers.
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