Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Son, our family is rich!

After closing the courtyard door, Yang Ge happily teased Xiao Huang.

Woof woof...

Xiao Huang also happily fluttered back and forth in the yard.

Let's go, daddy will take you to spend some money!

Yang Ge waved his hand grandly.

When Xiao Huang heard this, his little eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to turn over his dog leash.

Yang Ge looked at its excited expression, took the opportunity to take out the mouth cage from the corner, and said with a smile: My dear, let's put this thing on so that the children outside are not afraid of you!

Crack.

The dog leash fell silently from Xiao Huang's mouth, and his tail stopped wagging.

…

The two of them took the same steps and went out happily.

The surrounding neighbors all greeted Yang Ge familiarly, and the brave kid saw Xiao Huang wearing a cage, and jumped up to grab Xiao Huang's big fluffy tail.

Xiao Huang was so frightened that he tucked his tail between his legs and dragged Yang Ge forward, wanting to get out of here quickly.

Yang Ge laughed and dragged the rope to prevent it from escaping the clutches of these naughty children.

Xiao Huang fell into the pile of naughty children, and his smooth and smooth fur was all bruised. The expression on the dog's face was that of a hopeless man.

The residents near Chaimen Street used to make a living by collecting firewood. Most of them lived a relatively poor life, but their temperaments were generally simple, and their neighborhood relationships were harmonious and united.

Previously, when Yang Ge reorganized the small courtyard, no one came to criticize him despite banging and banging all day long. On the contrary, several times he came back with heavy wood and stones, and the neighbors came to help him when they saw it. He gave me a hand.

After the two of them left Chaimen Street, they went straight to the grain market.

Sure enough, as Wang Dali said, in the straight street of the grain market, at least one-third of the shops were closed.

There are fewer grain shops open for business, but the number of grain buyers coming and going is more than double than usual!

Everywhere you look, there are several families pushing a wheelbarrow full of grain, and grain buyers squirming slowly with the crowd.

But more often than not, there are food buyers holding bags of grain as big as watermelons and following the flow of people with sad faces...

The inexplicable sadness cast a shadow over the bright mood of paying Yang Ge's salary.

He unconsciously quickened his pace and walked towards the familiar grain store.

Brother Yang, you are here!

The waiter from the grain store, whom he knew well, saw him and warmly greeted him to come inside.

Yang Ge walked into the grain store and glanced around. In the two grain barrels he usually bought, there were wooden signs with the words Nineteen cents per dou and Thirty cents per dou inserted.

Nineteen cents per bushel is corn.

Thirty cents a bushel is barley.

Made by Jun in the Wei Dynasty, one stone weighs ten dou, and one dou weighs twelve and a half kilograms.

This has doubled, right?

Yang Ge stood next to the two rice buckets and asked in shock.

He was not pretending to be shocked. You must know that when he worked as a waiter, his monthly salary was only 150 yuan.

And this wage level is definitely not low in Luting County.

It can be seen from this that how big the increase in food prices this time is!

The waiter laughed along with him: Who says it's not the case? But I don't know what happened to the grain recently. The price is the same everywhere. My boss's legs are almost broken. He can't buy the grain at the previous price. Now it's the same price. Son, he is crying out for losses, and there really is nothing he can do...

Yang Ge hesitated and said nothing.

When the waiter saw this, he asked cautiously and knowingly: How about you go around again? Come back later?

Yang Ge sighed and asked, Is this the price?

The waiter in the shop said nicely: No one dares to fool you, little one?

Yang Ge rubbed Xiao Huang's dog head and hesitated for a long time, then finally made up his mind and asked: Is there no purchase limit?

Purchase limit?

The waiter in the shop recited the new term again and immediately reacted, confidently replying: The shop has enough food in stock. You can buy as much as you want!

Yang Ge nodded: Okay, give me ten stones for corn and five stones for barley!

More, how much? How much do you say?

The waiter suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Yang Ge had no choice but to repeat: Ten shi of corn, five shi of barley...can you deliver it to your door?

For such a large amount, I can send someone to deliver it to your house...

The waiter couldn't help but look rudely at Yang Ge up and down. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that he was not much different from himself in his Gebu shorts and coarse cloth shoes. After hesitating for a few moments, he whispered in embarrassment: Young brother Yang, we are acquaintances, but I can’t give you credit because I’m so young!”

Yang Ge didn't say anything else. He just took out his wallet, took out the only ingot of silver and held it in his hand until his palm became sweaty. Then he reluctantly handed it to him: You are tired, please help me check it!

When the waiter saw the silver ingot, his eyes changed when he looked at Yang Ge.

He smiled, bent his waist, and took the silver ingot from Yang Ge with both hands. He weighed it in his hand first, then couldn't wait to take it to his mouth and took a bite. After looking at the tooth marks, he immediately said with determination: Ten percent silver...official silver?

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an exclamation.

Yang Ge came to his eyes in confusion and saw the words Made in the Bank of the Ministry of Revenue, made in the third year of Jianping of the Wei Dynasty clearly printed on the bottom of the silver ingot.

‘Gan! ’

Yang Ge cursed silently in his heart, but still had to pretend to be nonchalant and asked: What, your account doesn't charge official fees?

The waiter looked Yang Ge up and down again, then returned the silver ingot with both hands with a strong smile: This is indeed the first time for me to see Guanyin... I'd like to bother you, sir, to go to the bank. I'll go first. Prepare the food for the high official, and make sure you don’t miss the big official’s important event!”

What big thing can I do!

Yang Gepi took back the silver ingot with a smile: It's not like I don't know what I do. This is the silver I got from selling my ancestral home. I didn't notice it was official silver before. It seems that I bought my ancestral home. My patron is a member of the official family!

That must be it, otherwise there would be no official silver, right?

The waiter in the shop was perfunctory while reaching out and making a please gesture to rush Yang Ge out: It's getting late, the officials, please go back quickly. I, the villain, will prepare food for you right now!

Yang Ge could only mumble Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, and led the dog outside.

The waiter stood on the steps in front of the shop, watching Yang Ge go away with a smile on his face.

It wasn't until Yang Ge's back disappeared into the crowd that the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He spat and said, You said you are the waiter of Yuelai Inn? I also said you are a strong man who can cut mountains and trails!

He calmed down his expression, turned around, and went to greet other guests enthusiastically.

Prepare food?

He didn't think Yang Ge would come back at all!

Chapter 2 a little later~