Chapter 1
Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 1
2020-11-07
Chapter 1 Purchasing in the city“The air is so good!”
Fang Dou walks on the field ridge, with vast expanses on both sides under his feet The paddy fields are planted with emerald green rice grains.
Looking at the endless rice fields, there are three or five farmers scattered, rolling up their mud-covered trousers, and their hands full of calluses, righting the seedlings in the water.
“Hehe!”
Amid the crisp laughter, a few urchins in the country who were holding wet mud and playing around rushed to the field ridge.
A rash little fellow who didn't pay attention to the road and rammed his head into Fang Dou.
“Aiya!”
The little boy shaved his teapot head, rubbed his head, looked up and saw Fang Dou, Gulu got up and ran back to the group of friends.
"Stupid monks, stupid monks!"
The children stepped back into the distance before they shouted loudly at Fang Dou, some little fellows, winking and grimacing.
Fang Dou subconsciously raised his hand, touched a short hair, and shook his head with a wry smile.
"I'm not a monk!"
But this sentence obviously cannot be explained to a group of urchins.
In their minds, uncles and elders all have long hair in a bun. Only monks who burn incense and worship Buddha can be like Fang Dou.
"Isn't it just a short inch?"
Fang Dou shook his head with a smile, ignoring these urchins, and lifted the rice bag on his back, which weighed fifty pounds.
The purpose of entering the city today is to use these rice in exchange for necessary living materials.
The county town opens at five in the morning and closes at four in the afternoon. There is a curfew on the streets at night, and outsiders cannot stay.
Fang Dou came to the county city gate and saw a continuous flow of people entering and leaving the city gate.
A yellow piece of paper is pasted next to the city gate, and there are seven or eight people around it.
The common people like to watch the fun, even more how the yellow paper is covered with the seal of the county government, which is the official document presented by the county magistrate.
"There is a wicked beggar, Guo San, who gathers gangsters, creates riots, abducts and sells women and children, harvests and cuts, and loses conscience!"
"..., reported to the Ministry of Punishment by the county government. , approve the execution, and ask for the execution after the autumn!"
On the name of 'Guo San' on the yellow paper, he circled with a red pen, representing the establishment of cuts without mercy.
Those who have been literate for a long time read the announcement, and the other people started chatting immediately.
"Guo San, this guy is going to be beheaded!"
"heavens have eyes!"
"Li Family sister-in-law man Died early, living on a son, but was kidnapped by Guo San, shaved, hoarse, broken hands and feet, made a little beggar and went out to beg for food; child was rescued, Li Family sister-in-law As soon as we met, I fainted with grief, sin!"
"Uh, we haven't been beheaded in the county for almost seven years!"
"My third aunt's family Neighbor, there is a tuberculosis at home, so I just took the opportunity to get some blood steamed buns to cure it!"
"..."
Fang Dou passed the city gate and heard the evil beggar Guo San's words Name, can't help but slow down.
He and Guo San are also somewhat related!
The ruined ancient temple where Fang Dou has been living since he crossed over was originally the lair where Guo San gathered the evil party.
Wait until Guo San and the others were wiped out by the government, the temple was emptied, and Fang Dou moved in.
Fang Dou had heard of Guo San's evil deeds earlier, and when he heard that he was about to be beheaded, he said in his heart 'evil will be rewarded'!
Then, he walked into the city gate and found a rice shop with ease.
"Shopkeeper, I'll exchange some money!"
Fang Dou put down the rice bag on his shoulders, and a man took it over and started weighing it.
"The shopkeeper's total is 50 pounds, all of which are good rice that has been husked!"
The shopkeeper picked up the brush, wrote it down on the ledger, and shook his head, "Master, who is it? The family is so luxurious, the rice is not husked, and it has to be finely ground until there is no rice bran at all!”
He couldn’t help but be surprised. There are hulled ones, mostly brown rice.
Since Fang Dou came, he was surprised by the polished rice he brought several times in a row.
"Master, look at the price of rice today, it is six cents per pound of rice!"
Fang Dou looked at the wall of the rice store, and on the wooden token, it was written A connoisseur of various grains of beans, rice, and wheat.
I remember the last time I came here, the shelled milled rice was only four cents per pound.
"Shopkeeper, during this time, the price of rice is going up!"
The shopkeeper shook his head and sighed, "If you buy it, it will be more expensive!"
Right now There is still some time before the autumn harvest. It is the time when the green and yellow are not connected. Every family is about to run out of grain, and the new grain has not yet come on the market. The price of grain is as the tide rises, the boat floats.
Not only milled rice, but also the prices of white flour and miscellaneous grains have increased a lot compared to last time.
"Master, listen to my advice. During this time, if you have rice to keep for yourself, don't sell it, be prepared!"
The shopkeeper took a bunch of money, It was extremely heavy and pressed, and it was placed on the solid wood counter, and there was a clanging sound.
Fang Dou untied the shackle from his waist, put the money in, and tied the bag.
Five catties of rice are exchanged for three hundred coins in total, and the crash-bang sound is very pleasant.
Fang Dou noticed that there were more than a dozen black coins in it, and knew that this was the rule.
The copper coins on the market, in addition to the good money made by the government, also have bad money that is privately cast. In order to save costs, merchants use a mixture of good money and bad money.
Even if the government collects taxes, it is inevitable that the income will be poor.
Mixing shopkeeper is kind, and if you change to other profiteer, at least 30% will be fooled with bad money.
Fang Dou also has a way to spend the bad money in the next purchases.
Out of the rice shop, Fang Dou went to the crude medicine shop first, bought lime, sulfur, alum, etc., wrapped them in paper and took them away.
The Boss of the crude drug store counted the coins given by Fang Dou, then fiddled a few times to pick out a few bad coins.
"Hey, in this world, there are more and more bad money!"
He also knew that before Fang Dou came to buy, he must first go to the rice bank to exchange coins, these bad money Must be from Mihang.
"Will you accept it?"
Fang Dou asked directly.
“Accept, why not accept?”
The shops in the city have their own rules. They use bad money for receiving goods, and poor money for purchasing. Hold a bowl of water level.
The Boss of the Crude Drug Store, counted it carefully, and laughed, "Congratulations to the Master!"
Fang Dou didn't bother to explain that although he had short hair, he was not a monk.
"Guo San will be beheaded soon, that ruined temple will be owned by the Master from now on!"
No wonder everyone misunderstood, Fang Dou has short hair and almost bald head, and lives in a broken temple. In the temple, he is not a monk, who is?
"Thank you for your blessings, I hope everything is fine!"
Fang Dou put away a few packets of medicine powder and said goodbye to the Boss, "We'll meet again another day!"
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“Master, walk slowly!”
This time, when I enter the city, I also need to buy some daily necessities, such as seasoning.
Cai Bo's pickle shop!
"Cai Bo, give me half a catty of coarse salt, three or two rice vinegar, and five catties of soybean oil!"
Cai Bo smiled happily, "Master, eat oil so fast?"
"No way, I don't eat oil, I have no strength!"
Fang Dou looked around the store, his eyes fell on the big sauce jar.
"Cai Bo, what good pickles have you pickled recently?"
"Yes, yes, yes, the big white radish is succulent, the cucumber has broken teeth, and the pickled beans are sour!"
Cai Bosheng was afraid that Fang Dou would not believe him, so he lifted the lid of the sauce jar and scooped the thick black sauce with a wooden spoon, "Do you smell it, is it fragrant?"
Fang Dou Satisfied with nodded, feel salivation quickened.
"Bring me ten catties of pickles!"
Cai Bo was quick in his hands and feet. Useful!"
A moment later, the packed pickles were loaded into a stoneware scout.
When Cai Bo was about to seal the lid, Fang Dou said, "Cai Bo, give me an extra spoonful of sauce!"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Cai Bo took a spoonful and poured it on the pickles in the jar.
"Here!"
Fang Dou was holding a jar of pickles, and he felt the envious eyes of passers-by on the road, and heard the whisper of 'the monk is really greedy'.
In the age of backward productivity, pickles were a luxury, not cheaper than meat dishes.
"Next, get some big meat entrees!"
(end of chapter)