The fat shopkeeper seemed to see through Qian Chunhua's doubts. He brushed his beard and spoke again, "After the war stops, the prince will be able to free up his hands to manage the law and order in the capital. Not only the capital, but also the refugees from all over the country will be resettled. As for the bandits, they will be beheaded if they deserve it."
After a pause, the fat shopkeeper told the reason why grain prices would not fall. "Although there is no war, the drought is still there. I don't know when it will rain. This year, I haven't planted any grain."
After finishing speaking, the fat shopkeeper shook his head and said, "Next year, the price of grain may go up even more."
What the fat shopkeeper said was right. Now that the weather was cooler and not so hot anymore, Qian Chunhua had gradually forgotten about the drought. Anyway, there was plenty of water in her space and she had never lacked water.
However, Qian Chunhua was very happy to get the good information from the fat shopkeeper. After the prince won the battle and the country was stable, she could go to Wuying Mountain to bring back her child and mother.
Qian Chunhua was very happy. She had plenty of food in her space and was sure she would not buy it. She just asked and then left the granary.
The fat shopkeeper looked at Qian Chunhua's back and shook his head. These people were reluctant to spend money, and when the grain price went up even higher in the future, they would come back to buy.
Qian Chunhua came out of the scene and went to the place agreed with Zheng Lin, waiting for him.
While he wasn't there yet, Qian Chunhua reached out and rummaged through the backpack, and at the same time took out a bag of rice and flour from the empty space.
I didn't take too much, just one bag weighing about ten pounds, and the backpack was immediately filled to the brim.
Qian Chunhua had no choice but to take out the rice and flour and put them on the ground.
I put some potatoes, cabbage and seasonings into the basket.
After putting all this aside, Qian Chunhua leaned against the wall, waiting for Zheng Lin to come with peace of mind.
"Ms. Qian, you are here." A familiar voice came from the left.
Qian Chunhua turned around and saw that it was the guarantor. With his help, Qian Chunhua bought a lot of houses and shops from him during this month.
He also made a lot of money, and now his face was flushed. When he looked at Qian Chunhua, it was as if he had seen the God of Wealth.
Qian Chunhua smiled and nodded, "Brother Wang, I'm waiting for someone here."
The broker's surname was Wang. After Qian Chunhua got to know him, he called him Brother Wang. He was several years older than Qian Chunhua, about thirty-five years old.
Wang Yaren glanced at Qian Chunhua's backpack and knew that she was here to buy something. He smiled and asked, "Moving to a new house?"
Qian Chunhua nodded.
Wang Ya looked around mysteriously before speaking, "Madam Qian, you are lucky this time."
Qian Chunhua was extremely surprised. She didn't know why he said that and what good luck meant.
Wang Yaren did not keep us in suspense and said directly, "A few days ago, our boss stopped letting us sell houses and shops. He bought a lot of them himself. He asked us to buy them even if we had money, saying that the price would definitely increase in the future."
So that's what it was. Qian Chunhua smiled and nodded.
Wang Yaren smiled and said, "I also bought a bungalow in the east of the city, thanks to you, Madam Qian, for taking care of me."
Qian Chunhua also responded with a smile, "Brother Wang, you are a good person and have helped me a lot."
After the conversation, Wang Yaren said goodbye.
Qian Chunhua looked at his back. It seemed that the news of the prince's victory had spread throughout the capital, and housing prices should be about to rise.
It's just a natural disaster, when will it end?
Qian Chunhua raised his head helplessly and looked at the blue sky.
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