"Young master, there is something I don't understand."
"You mean where the things in the car went?"
Nangong Qianyu nodded.
“It’s simple. I’m the reincarnation of the Dragon King from heaven. I have magic.” Jiang Tian smiled slightly at Nangong Qianyu and handed her a bunch of grapes.
Do you know what this is?
Nangong Qianyu had never eaten grapes before, and she had never seen such a juicy and fresh fruit.
"Try it."
The little girl picked a grape, put it in her mouth, and chewed it gently.
The scent of roses, mixed with sweetness, instantly filled the little girl's mouth.
"Is it tasty?"
"Delicious." Although this young girl was from a well-to-do family, she had never eaten such delicious fruit before. Nangong Qianyu nodded vigorously.
"These are fresh fruits prepared by the Queen Mother of the West at the Peach Banquet in Heaven. Eat more," Jiang Tian said, trying to persuade them.
The young girl wasn't polite either.
This bunch of grapes weighed three or four pounds, and the little girl ate them all in less than half an incense stick's time.
The carriage slowly entered the city.
These past two days, I've been driving a horse-drawn carriage straight to the coffin shop on the west side of the city.
Too many people are dying in this era.
However, the coffin shop's business has never been good.
Most of the dead were wrapped in a tattered straw mat and thrown directly into the mass graves outside the city.
Some of the dead didn't even have a straw mat.
The coffin shop business is slow and quiet.
Jiang Tian parked the carriage in front of the coffin shop. The shop owner and his assistant, seeing that there was business, quickly came out to greet him.
Jiang Tian led Nangong Qianyu into the coffin shop.
"Sir, please come inside. Our coffins are made of the finest wood."
"Sir, this one is made of poplar."
"This type is made of ash wood, and this kind of coffin can remain intact for 30 years."
"This one is made of pine. This wood has a pleasant fragrance, and a coffin made of pine can last for 40 years without rotting."
Jiang Tiantian held the hand of the young girl, Nangong Qianyu, and asked, "Is there anything better?"
The coffin shop owner gave Jiang Tian a thumbs up: "You can tell at a glance that you know your stuff. Sir, if you're not satisfied with these coffins outside, come and take a look inside with me."
"Some of these are made of Phoebe zhennan wood. This kind of Phoebe zhennan wood is very valuable. Coffins made of Phoebe zhennan wood will not decay even after a thousand years."
Jiang Tian glanced at the coffin: "How much does this coffin cost?"
"Two thousand taels of silver." The coffin shop owner held up two fingers at Jiang Tian.
The young girl, Nangong Qianyu, shook her head; the price was too expensive.
Besides, his father was merely a court physician.
Although Nangong Shan was the chief imperial physician, his official rank was only sixth grade.
This type of nanmu wood, which does not rot for thousands of years, is usually used to make coffins for members of the royal family.
How could the Nangong family possibly afford such precious wood?
"I have no money." Jiang Tian took a fancy to this coffin.
"You have no money? Are you just messing with us?" The coffin shop owner was furious upon hearing this.
"Someone come here! Throw those two out of here!"
[Ding, Dong Yong, the coffin shop owner, has gained 121 points of anger.]
[Ding, Ding Xiaosan, the coffin shop assistant, has gained 102 points of anger.]
【bite,……】
"Get out of here, don't disturb our business."
Jiang Tian immediately recognized these guys as snobbish bastards who looked down on others.
"I have no money, but I have food? In these days, even if you have money, you can't buy food."
After Jiang Tian finished speaking, he pretended to walk towards the carriage and took out a sack of white rice from it.
"See this rice?" Jiang Tian grabbed a handful of rice and waved it in his hand.
This rice is produced in his system's farm; the grains are plump and white.
The Great Xia Dynasty had suffered from famine for five years and drought for three years.
The coffin shop owner and his assistant hadn't seen such white and lustrous rice for several years.
"I'll trade you 2,000 jin of rice for a coffin." Jiang Tian held up two fingers.
"2,000 kilograms of rice can only be exchanged for a pine coffin."
"What I want is your nanmu coffin." Jiang Tian pointed to the nanmu coffin inside the room.
"That nanmu coffin is worth two thousand taels of silver. Is your rice worth one tael of silver per pound?"
Jiang Tian pointed to the sky again: "What's the rice market like right now? I think you know."
Look at the sky outside, is it showing signs of rain?
"There's no rice. You people can't just chop up these coffins and eat them, can you?"
The coffin shop owner shook his head again: "Give me 5,000 catties of rice, and I'll give you that nanmu coffin."
"If you don't sell me 2,000 jin of rice, I'll go to another store. In these chaotic times, I can exchange 2,000 jin of rice for many things."
After Jiang Tian finished speaking, he walked towards the carriage with the large bag of rice in both hands.
"How about you give me 4,000 jin?"
"Just 2,000 jin." Jiang Tian walked away without looking back, throwing the large sack of rice onto the carriage.
"3,000 catties of rice, is that really the least you can ask for? All that timber I have is my capital. I still have several people at this government office to feed."
"2,000 jin of rice."
"But if you do a good job for me, I can give you an extra few hundred kilograms of rice."
These hungry days are not easy.
The coffin shop owner's family has also gone without rice for several days.
There is an infant crying for milk at home, and seriously ill parents living with them.
If there is no food.
The family that owns the coffin shop will starve to death.
"2000 jin it is, what else do you want me to do and how much rice can I get in return?"
“I’ve brought two corpses in my truck. You need to change their clothes, put them in coffins, and deliver them to Peach Blossom Village.” Jiang held up five fingers. “After you’ve done this, I’ll give you another 500 jin of rice.”
This is 2,500 jin of rice, enough for a family to live on for a year.
If you eat sparingly.
This 2,500 jin of grain is enough for their family to live on for two years.
"Deal..." The coffin shop owner nodded. "I'll arrange for someone to come right now."
Half an hour later.
Jiang Tian placed 2,000 jin of white rice in front of the boss.
After the boss put the bodies of Nangongshan and his wife into coffins, he hired a mule cart.
Two shop assistants personally pulled the coffin and headed straight for Peach Blossom Village.
The shop owner even felt he had made a profit.
This is a chaotic world, a year of famine; even the best coffin is unwanted.
But if they don't have food, their family can't survive a day.
Jiang Tian drove the carriage straight to the west of the city.
The carriage contained rice, flour, beef, and mutton that it had taken from the system space.
These things filled the entire truck.
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