"Oh right." Xue Zhiyi thought of something and said, "I have something more important to ask you."
"you say."
"What's the relationship between Chai Yue and the Chai family of the prefect?" Xue Zhiyi asked, "Chai Yue once said that her family holds a minor official position in Jiangzhou. Could they be relatives of the Chai family of the prefect?"
Huo Wuyou chuckled and shook his head: "If they are not from the same clan, then they are one family. Chai Xun is Chai Yue's father."
Hearing this, Xue Zhiyi was shocked: "The prefect or a minor official?"
"Chai Xun's official position was promoted step by step. When Chai Yue entered the palace, Chai Xun was indeed not the prefect yet." Huo Wuyou said.
Xue Zhiyi's eyes were filled with suspicion. "She said her family treated her badly, so they haven't contacted her in years. But even so, how could she not even know about her family's promotion? Either she felt that the Chai family treated her so harshly, so she was ashamed to mention it, so she glossed over it in such a vague way, or there's something wrong with her identity."
Huo Wuyou understood: "Maybe what you said makes sense."
Seeing that Xue Zhiyi seemed to be in a better mood, he took the initiative to ask her: "Shall we go out for a walk tomorrow?"
It's better to go out for a walk than to stay in this depressing house.
"Where are you going?" Xue Zhiyi asked him.
Huo Wuyou only heard: "I am here on the emperor's orders, so I should also understand the people's sentiments on behalf of His Majesty, right?"
"Okay." Xue Zhiyi didn't want to make him feel disappointed, so he didn't refuse.
…
The next day.
The two of them went out early in the morning, but saw that the people in Jiangzhou were not having an easy life.
Although the surging river water did not reach the main city, it destroyed fertile farmland and caused food prices to soar.
Not only that, many villages and towns were washed away by river water and collapsed mountains. The people had no means of survival and had to flock into the city.
When he first arrived at the Tang Mansion yesterday, Xue Zhiyi already felt it. Although the Tang Mansion was a wealthy family and was not short of food and clothing, they were using last year's stale rice and had almost no fresh vegetables.
Outside the government's porridge stall, people held their bowls and had to queue for hours for a little bit of porridge made from brown rice and wheat bran.
"I'm afraid there isn't much grain left in Jiangzhou." Xue Zhiyi said.
"Yes," Huo Wuyou replied, "Especially since the relief grain was looted, and then the official road collapsed and became impassable, so the food from outside couldn't be brought in either. We had to rely on human labor to carry it in bit by bit along the mountain road we took yesterday. It was like a drop in the bucket, and this porridge stall was almost unable to hold on."
Xue Zhiyi sighed, "If this continues, even eating this hard-to-swallow porridge will become a luxury."
As they were talking, a disaster victim standing in line was looking at them. Upon hearing what they said, he sneered, "You think this food tastes bad? Why don't you spend a lot of money to buy fine grain? You don't look like people who are short of money. Of course you don't care about the food we eat to survive."
The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the victim had a dissatisfied look on his face, as if he had taken their words out of context to mean "Why don't you eat meat porridge?"
But Xue Zhiyi quickly grasped the message in his words and asked, "Do you know where I can buy fine grain?"
The victim thought to himself, they are indeed spoiled young masters and young ladies.
He pointed in a direction and said, "If you have money, go to Dingfeng Grain Store. They have fine grain there, and wealthy families all buy it there. However, their grain is the same price as gold. If you are picky, go buy it there."
Xue Zhiyi and Huo Wuyou looked at each other and immediately went in that direction.
"Do you think there is a problem?" Huo Wuyou asked her.
"Yes," Xue Zhiyi said, "Jiangzhou is a wealthy place, with many families that could be called wealthy. If we need to supply them, the amount would be considerable. I'm afraid the food we can carry in by manpower alone wouldn't be enough."
…
Dingfeng Grain Store.
Xue Zhiyi and Huo Wuyou offered high prices, and finally persuaded the owner of the store to come out and negotiate with them.
The owner of the grain store was in his twenties, with a plump figure and a wealthy appearance.
The moment Xue Zhiyi recognized this face, he almost gasped and subconsciously wanted to cover his face and leave.
"What's wrong?" Huo Wuyou noticed that something was wrong with her.
Xue Zhiyi whispered in his ear: "He is... Fu Zixian."
Fu Zixian is Fu Wei's eldest son who often manages his property outside. He is Fu Ling's nephew and Xue Zhiyi's former cousin.
Although she hadn't seen this cousin for five years, Xue Zhiyi couldn't guarantee that Fu Zixian would recognize her.
But Fu Zixian just stared at her for a moment, then suddenly said, "This girl looks familiar. I wonder where I've seen her before?"
"We often live in Jiangzhou, so it's possible that we met by chance." Xue Zhiyi said.
Upon hearing this, Fu Zixian suddenly smiled and said, "In that case, would you be so kind as to find some time to chat in the teahouse?"
Fu Zixian is fat, but he doesn't look simple and honest. His eyes, which have been squeezed smaller by the fat, look a little vulgar.
Huo Wuyou knocked on the table and said, "Boss, we're here to discuss business today. Are you staring at someone else's wife like this? Do you want them to smash your shop?"
Xue Zhiyi suddenly looked at the person beside her. Under the table, she stepped on Huo Wuyou's instep, but did not deny it.
The Fu family was a merchant family after all, so they didn't want to offend Huo Wuyou and the others before confirming their identities. After learning that the woman in front of him was already married, he lost interest in the matter and could only apologize, "Brother, you are too kind, too kind."
Seeing that Fu Zixian didn't recognize him, Xue Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.
Come to think of it, she was only twelve or thirteen years old five years ago, while Fu Zixian was around twenty years old five years ago. The appearance of a twenty-year-old and a twenty-five-year-old is almost the same, but the appearance between the ages of twelve and seventeen can change greatly.
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