When Xue Wanche heard Mo Zizai just say that he would keep the grain merchants' food, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He thought that Mo Zizai was going to kill all the merchants again, which scared him.

But when Xue Wanche thought about it, he felt something was wrong. The grain merchants came all the way over, either to the capital to sell grain, and the grain prices are still so high now. Logically, they would not leave even if they drove them away. Why do they say that they would leave the grain?

However, although he was a little confused, Xue Wanche did not ask too much. With Mo Zizai's unpredictable personality, it was too easy to deal with those grain merchants, so there was no need to ask too much about this matter. Mo Zizai must have thought of a way to deal with those grain merchants.

"It's not difficult not to let food leave the city."

Xue Wanche pondered for a moment, then asked, "I just don't know what name should be used for more appropriateness."

"Just find a reason."

Mo Zizai didn't care much about this and said casually: "If you are unconvinced, let them come to me."

“…”

Xue Wanche was speechless. They dared to look for you.

But after Mo Zizai said this, he understood what Mo Zizai meant. He didn't say more at the moment, bowed to Mo Zizai and said, "The Lord understands, let's make arrangements for you."

"Um."

Mo Zizai nodded, and after Xue Wanche left, he called Jia Fu again, "I'll let someone inform Song Hui, telling him that he could allow grain merchants to sell grain on a large scale, so that he could do his job as planned."

"The old slave understands."

Jia Fu responded and sent someone to make arrangements.

"If you want to have a good New Year, you have to slaughter more fat pigs."

Mo Zizai sighed slightly, "After this wave of food disasters, there should be no more people starving to death in the three counties."

"After doing this, I offended those merchants to death. It would be difficult to cheat them like this in the future."

"That won't be."

Zhou Qi shook his head behind Mo Zizai and said, "Businessmen are pursuing profits. If they see such a high profit next time, they will still come, but they will be more cautious next time."

“That’s true.”

Mo Zizai nodded deeply, "Then another way to cheat them again."

“…”

After hearing what Mo Zizai said, Zhou Qi shook his head helplessly. It was not that he suspected that Mo Zizai could not do it. He used the official to bully the people and was willing to let go of his identity, that would be too simple. The reputation of the prince would probably get worse and worse in the future.

...

Qianji Grain Store, a middle-aged man was immediately overjoyed when he saw the news that the Ministry of Revenue notified that he could sell grain without restrictions.

"Okay, finally let go."

The middle-aged man greeted the servant, "Qian San, go and notify the people in the Guancang and ask them to transport more food. Today, the master will make enough money!"

After Qian San received the order and informed him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel excited and stood up and paced back and forth in the room. "It seems that Mo Zizai can't bear the pressure anymore. I just said, the demand for food is so great, how could Mo Zizai keep suppressing it? He just wanted to sell the grain for a few days to attract some money."

"What's the free king? I'm so bad, the money-loving king is almost the same."

"I don't know how the clan uncle, the Minister of Revenue, was really getting back and forth. I was so afraid of a yellow-haired boy. If I had known that I wouldn't listen to him, I would just send people to those places where the porridge is being made."

"If there were no porridge-dollar workers, Mo Ziyi would have to buy food for a few more days in the morning."

But when he said this, his mood calmed down a little, slowly slowed down, and shook his head and said, "Forget it, this place is a capital city after all, and it cannot be done too obviously, otherwise it would be a problem to be found."

Qian Shaoyuan sat back on the stool, took a sip of herbal tea, and then he completely returned to his calm. "It's better to have a few days late, and the price is a little higher a few days late, which is a good thing."

As for whether the price of food will drop after all the food is released, he has no worries about this.

Although they are all competitive with each other, no one dares to do anything vicious competition by actively lowering prices. After all, although this thing belongs to them, the money earned is not all theirs. If someone really dares to do this and breaks the rules, then when they go back, they will wait for the people behind them to settle it.

Therefore, in Qian Shaoyuan's opinion, this wave is simply a sure profit. After all, the capital is so short of food. As long as they firmly control the price of grain, they still earn as much as they want.

"Speaking of this, I would like to thank Mo Zizai. If he hadn't copied the grain from the capital like crazy and transported it to the three counties, I would have not earned this money, thanks to him."

Qian Shaoyuan, who was about to usher in a bumper harvest, was very proud. He shouted outside, "Come on, go and invite Changle Class, the master is going to listen to the opera today."

The Changle class is a famous opera troupe in Beijing. Just going to listen to it requires a lot of tickets, not to mention inviting them to sing alone. But Qian Shaoyuan doesn't care. Fengcai is already in front of him, so he doesn't care about such a little money.

Because the capital is a little depressed now, the Changle Class does not have much business. After receiving Qian Shaoyuan's invitation, the Changle Class almost worked without stopping.

Qian Shaoyuan sat down in the audience and listened very comfortably. However, after half a day, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He asked Qian Sanji not to have much food. According to previous experience, it should have been sold out long ago. Why haven't you come to report to him yet?

Thinking of this, Qian Shaoyuan couldn't help but feel a bad premonition in his heart, but he comforted himself in his heart. Perhaps all grain merchants sold together, and there was too much food. The people in the capital did not react for a short time, so they were not in a hurry, and they were not in a hurry.

Although he thought so in his heart, Qian Shaoyuan was still a little uneasy. He suddenly sat up and said, "Come on, go and find Qian San."

After the servant followed the order, someone immediately went to find Qian San, but Qian San came very quickly. The servant almost left the mansion, Qian San trot over in panic, "Master, lord, it's not good, it's not good."

Qian Shaoyuan, who was already a little uneasy in his heart, suddenly stood up after hearing Qian San's words. He stared at Qian San nervously and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Old...Master..."

Qian San looked at Qian Shaoyuan's eyes and felt a little scared. He hesitated for a while before he hesitating: "The price of grain... has dropped..."

"Grain prices fell?"

Qian Shaoyuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Qian San, "How much has it dropped?"

"Ten...Ten..."

Qian San's cross was spoken, but he didn't dare to say it any further.

"What are ten?"

Seeing Qian San's hesitant look, Qian Shaoyuan suddenly became anxious. He picked up Qian San's neck and asked angrily: "Is it Shiwen?"

"It's ten times, lord!"

Qian San was almost crying. After Qian Shaoyuan forced him to do so much, he said everything he knew, "And the price is still falling. People see that the food price has fallen so quickly. Apart from those in urgent need, not many people bought it."

"ten times?!!"

After Qian Shaoyuan heard these two words, he felt a thunder sound in his mind, which made him faint.

He let go of his hand holding Qian San's collar weakly, then shook his whole body twice, and collapsed on the chair with a thud.
Chapter completed!