Dalang felt like he was dreaming. He spent all the 500 coins on food, oil, salt, sugar, and a piece of cloth ten feet long.
The cloth was printed with large, bright red flowers, each one bigger than his head. My wife would definitely like it.
In fact, this cloth is the kind sold in rural areas during the Great Depression. Young people think it is ugly, but it is a good thing here.
When they came out, Zhao Siqi took the initiative to lend Dalang a small cart, so Dalang was able to push the things out. Otherwise, he would not be able to carry the nearly 200 kilograms of things back home even if he was beaten to death.
"It's out!" someone with sharp eyes shouted.
The shops on both sides were closed, and many people stretched their necks out of the windows to watch Dalang coming out of the palace gate.
When he came out, he was pulling a cart full of things and holding a piece of cloth in his hand.
Dalang had a silly smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were almost reaching the back of his head.
Just after leaving the palace gate, the owner of a tea shop pulled Dalang into his shop and asked, "How much did you pay for these?"
"How much is that bush you have?"
"Is grain really two cents per pound?"
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Dalang finally came to his senses, and with difficulty pulled his arm back from the shopkeeper's grasp, nodding his head in reply, "Really, really, I used my daughter's longevity lock to exchange for this cart of grain. If you don't have money, you can exchange it for something else to buy more. Don't pull me, I want to go home to get the money and buy more."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent and walked quickly towards the palace gate.
It was quite difficult for Dalang to walk home. Along the way, people kept opening the closed doors and asking him where he got his food.
Dalang explained everything along the way, and when he returned home, everyone in the family was unconscious.
I quickly cooked porridge for my family. Half an hour later, they woke up one after another.
The family regained their strength. Dalang's wife took out her silver bracelet from her dowry and said, "Let's go buy more. You'd be a fool not to buy such good food."
The two of them went out, and Dalang pushed his wife in a cart onto the street. In just a short while, the street was crowded with people, and the whole capital was in motion.
It has been almost two months since the war started, and few families have food left. Now when we meet acquaintances on the street, we greet each other.
"Are you going to buy food too?"
"Yes, I also need to buy some salt. Without salt, people have no strength."
Some people even said mysteriously,
"Have you heard? This grain is specially prepared for us. Those grain merchants can't get their hands on it."
"Yes, this new emperor is kind and doesn't care about our life or death."
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