Chapter 25 The Insufficient Caravan

They have many people and the cost is high.

Gan Fanren hopes that the shopkeeper can give you a cheaper room rate.

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed.

"If it was before, I could really give you a discount, but not now."

"Because of the flood, the price of food has skyrocketed. Now Tongmen Pass is cut off from the outside world and cannot be supplied for the time being, so the price of food is even higher."

"I am already doing my best by not raising your room rate."

The shopkeeper's tone was long and his face was not good.

No one knew how long Tongmen Pass would be closed and when it could be unsealed.

But everyone knew one thing, as long as Tongmen Pass was not opened, there would be no new food and grass coming in.

"Shopkeeper, you said that the price of grain has increased now?"

"Yes, we used to have two meals a day, but now we only have one."

"Shopkeeper, you know I'm from another place. My fellow villagers and I brought a lot of grain. I wonder if you are interested in buying some."

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up: "How much do you have?"

"That depends on how much you want to buy." Gan Fanren was vague.

"I can ask other fellow villagers and try to get some."

The shopkeeper tentatively stretched out his hand: "Twenty dan."

"Give me twenty dan of brown rice, and I will waive your room fee for half a year."

The two rooms where the Gan family lived were not good rooms, but just the most ordinary rooms in the inn.

If two rooms could be exchanged for twenty dan of grain, it would be perfect.

The shopkeeper's abacus clattered, but Gan Fanren knew that he would not live here for half a year.

"I can't live that long."

The shopkeeper's expression froze.

"Then how about this, if you can get me 20 dan of grain, I will waive your room fee for these days and give you an extra 25 taels of silver."

Half a month ago, soaked grain was already one tael of silver per dan, and new rice was two taels of silver per dan.

Now the boss wanted to use 25 taels of silver to buy 20 dan of brown rice. The price was not high.

But Gan Fanren did not refuse immediately.

"I'll go back and discuss it with my fellow villagers."

Gan Fanren said to Hui Niang after returning to the room.

"The shopkeeper just said that if we can take out 20 dan of brown rice, we will be exempted from the room fee and given an additional 25 taels of silver."

Hui Niang glanced at the chubby little kid in her arms and said in an exaggerated manner.

"We are short of money now. The shopkeeper's proposal is very good, but how can we have 20 dan of grain?"

"Well, I also know that we don't have it, so I refused."

Gan Fanren sat at the table with regret, drinking tea in melancholy.

Gan Tian heard it and cried anxiously.

[Isn't it just 20 dan of grain? I have it. ]

[When everyone falls asleep at night, I will conjure up a room full of grain, and maybe I can make a fortune. Gan Tian

thought about it, drinking the sweet milk powder, secretly thinking about food in her heart.

At night, when everyone was asleep, she immediately took out a pile of food from the system supermarket.

When Hui Niang woke up the next day, she found that the house was full of food.

Rice, red beans, mung beans, all kinds of food.

Considering that this is an inn, if she takes out the packaged rice, she can't deal with the packaging, so Gan Tian took loose food from the supermarket.

These foods were piled on the ground, and Hui Niang was distressed.

The old lady was shocked to see the food on the ground.

"I don't sleep very well, how come I didn't know when the food was brought in?"

Hui Niang patted Gan Tian and lied, "My husband met a few fellow villagers last night and got some food from them. Seeing that everyone was sleeping soundly, he didn't wake them up."

The old lady looked at the food with a look of surprise on her face.

"This is rice."

"My goodness, this is the first time I've seen such white rice in my life."

This is future technology, rice husking and polishing technology.

It's normal if you haven't seen it before.

"This rice will get dirty if it's left on the ground like this, hurry up and put it on the couch."

The old lady looked at the white rice, which was just left on the ground like this, and grinned with heartache.

Hui Niang stopped her.

"With so much food, we don't know when we can sell it. If we put it on the bed, we will have no place to sleep, right?"

The old lady looked at it reluctantly for several times before giving up helplessly.

"Is this coarse grain?"

Gan Fanren was silent.

This coarse grain looks too fine.

[Oh, this is the coarsest grain in my supermarket, there is really no other.]

Gan Fanren bought a few sacks and filled the rice on the ground.

When he was carrying the rice and going downstairs, he happened to meet a caravan that was trapped in the inn like them.

The owner of the caravan was a fat and big-eared middle-aged man.

Seeing Gan Fanren dressed in cloth and carrying a sack walking downstairs, he couldn't help but ridicule.

"Some people don't even know what they are like, they just follow others to stay in the inn, now they have no money left and have to sell their labor to pay the rent."

"Some bastards just like to show off, now they are trapped here."

"Hey, that scholar." The owner of the caravan stopped Gan Fanren.

"I think your wife is pretty, as long as you let her accompany my brothers for a drink, I will help you pay the rent, how about it?"

Gan Fanren's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a trace of blood flashed in his eyes.

The caravan owner was totally unaware, and smiled obscenely while drinking tea.

"Your wife is so fair and pretty, especially her waist, which is so slender that I can hold it in my hand. When she passed by me, I could smell the fragrance of milk on her body..."

Gan Fanren smiled: "Do you like her?"

"Yes, as long as she makes me happy, I will pay for the rent and even buy you a yard."

"Then wait for me."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the room." The man smiled proudly and pointed to the sign on the floor.

"I live in the middle of the floor."

Gan Fanren gave him a deep look and knocked on the counter.

"Shopkeeper, I got the food you asked for. Take a look at the quality."

The shopkeeper looked at Gan Fanren with a strange look.

The man looked gentle and frail, a gentleman of good character, but he didn't expect that for a few bucks, he would even give up his wife.

He looked at Gan Fanren with a little more contempt.

He looked casually at the rice that Gan Fanren brought, and suddenly widened his eyes.

"This rice..."

"This rice is of such good quality, I'm afraid that the rice offered as tribute to dignitaries is no more than this."

"Is all your rice like this?"

Gan Fanren nodded slightly: "All like this."

"If you want this rice, keep it, but I have a condition."

Gan Fanren looked upstairs: "If you agree, I will sell the rice to you at the agreed price. If you don't agree, then I will sell this rice to someone else."

Seeing Gan Fanren's eyes looking upstairs.

The shopkeeper felt a little uneasy. The man just now was not easy to mess with.

But looking at the white rice, he hesitated again.