Chapter 655： cash

   Mu Yangling smiled and said, "Naturally, it was allocated according to the original agreement."

Chief Ji'an was shy, the eleven cartloads of grain he had just transported was his due reward, and the rest naturally belonged to Mu Yangling.

He also made a rough estimate himself. After changing all the slivers, he could still have about one and a half truckloads of grain left. For people who run business in the north and the south, it is very little to make such a small amount of money. Very satisfied.

Chief Ji'an looked at the ledger in Mu Yangling's hand, thinking about how to talk to her to ask for some more, whether he was willing to exchange it for something or buy it with money, after all, the price of food is not high.

Mu Yangling was reluctant to exchange it for Chief Ji'an, but planned to leave it to Liu Qing, and then use it as relief food when the green and yellow were not available.

Miaomin are all exchanged notes. Every family has benefited from this trip. It is not difficult to save a little to get through the blue and yellow times, but the Han people are different.

The eyes of everyone in Qiannan were fixed on Wangfu and Fuya. The next day, grain trucks set off from Juzhou City one after another, and the news spread to all parts of Qiannan like wind. Wei Heizi ran back from the town excitedly and rushed. When I entered the house, I opened the cabinet to find the hidden note.

Mr Wei hurriedly followed, "What's the matter, Heizi?"

"Mother," Wei Heizi said in a low voice, "Li Zheng has returned with the food, and those who have a note can go to exchange the food."

"Really?" Mother Wei's eyes lit up.

Wei Heizi nodded fiercely and said, "Mother, when my father comes back in the evening, we will go together."

"Hey!" Wei's mother grinned happily, and then asked cautiously, "Can we really exchange two hundred and twenty-three kilograms of coarse grains?"

Wei Heizi was also a little unsure, "It should be true, the palace can't lie to us, I heard that this is what the emperor's father means. The prince is the emperor's father's younger brother. He has to listen to the emperor's father."

"Oh, we have met a good emperor."

"Yes, yes, the prince and princess are also good people..."

In the evening, the Wei family and their sons went to Lizheng's house together. Lizheng just returned home. When he saw the two of them, he waved his hand and said, "Come back tomorrow, the car hasn't been unloaded yet, and you won't be able to get it."

Father Wei gave an embarrassed smile, and Wei Heizi couldn't help but ask, "Sixth Uncle, can we really get 223 catties of grain?"

Li Zheng nodded slightly and said, "It's just coarse grains."

Wei Heizi grinned and said, "Coarse grains are good, I just like to eat coarse grains, hehehe..."

Li was also amused when he saw his smirk, and waved them back.

The next day, Li Zheng set up a table at the entrance of the village, with a few bags of grain piled up behind it. People from several nearby villages gathered around, Li Zheng said, "If you have a note, take the note and exchange it, and if you don't have a note, step back three times. step."

Because Wei Heizi was in the village, he came to line up early and rushed up first.

Li was unfolding the note for the servants from the palace to read, and then sang: "Wei Heizi, two hundred and twenty-three pounds."

The people behind him swiftly poured the food into the bag he brought, and gave it to him. He tick the note and asked Wei Heizi to put his handprint. On, this is a complete one.

When the people in the back saw that Wei Heizi could really exchange so much food, they were a little excited, and squeezed forward a little, and Li Zheng shouted: "Come one by one, these grains are all weighed, and you are indispensable. "

Everyone with a note laughed, and those without a note were so jealous that their eyes were red, and they all inquired about whether the palace would accept souvenirs, and they also had to change the note.

Li Zheng glanced at them and said: "Do you think business is so easy to do? This time, it was a year ago, and the emperor helped, so that those things could not be sold, and the palace exchanged food for no compensation. Such a good thing is impossible.”

"Didn't the palace say to sell food, when will it be sold?"

"Yes, I heard that the price of food in the palace is not high."

"Don't think about it," Li Zheng waved: "Juzhou is so far away from us, when you get there, the food will be sold out long ago, and I told you to change the bill, but you don't listen, look at Renmiao The village is full of notes, and no one asks for money."

The faces of the villagers were a little gloomy, and Li Zheng sighed: "Don't be discouraged, the emperor is good, the court will naturally not care about our life or death, but you should strive for a bit, don't let the emperor feel cold."

Li was saying this, everyone cheered up again, and looked at the direction of the north eagerly, not knowing when such a good thing will wait for the next time.

Unlike the Han villages, where the Miao village was almost as lively as the Chinese New Year, Ji'an moved faster, dividing the food into several parts, and his cronies personally took it and distributed it. Privately, the princess hates this kind of thing the most, if she is told that there is such a dirty thing in our Miao Village, we will have no part in such good things in the future."

His cronies responded with a sigh, and even when they went to other Miao villages, they insisted that they exchanged money for those Miao people in person instead of handing them over to the chiefs of the Miao villages. They said, "This is the business of our chiefs and princesses. , it's a matter of reputation, and we dare not make a mistake."

Even if someone wanted to steal the food, they had to restrain their minds when they saw the servants and yamen who came along.

Jirou's house lived far away, and when he came over, he was the last one. Seeing that there were only empty sacks of grain behind them, his heart was cold, and he stepped forward in a daze, and someone grabbed him and said: "Jirou is here, Jirou is here, why are you here? Awei and the people from the palace are leaving, so go get your food."

Jirou came back to his senses, ran two steps, and asked cautiously with red eyes: "I'm late, do you still have food?"

Awei looked him up and down and said, "You are Jirou, right? You are the only one left, bring the note."

Jirou hurriedly took out the note and gave it to him. Awei checked the note and gave it to the people in the palace to confirm it, and then let someone drag the food that had been received from the car down, and called it again in front of Jirou, and then asked him He stamped his hand on the slip and wrote the account.

Awei patted him on the shoulder and said, "The food distribution should be faster next time. Fortunately, we stayed for an extra quarter of an hour this time. If we leave, you must not go to our stockade to ask for it?"

Jirou breathed a sigh of relief and said embarrassedly: "My home is a little far away, and it was too late when I received the news."

Jirou exchanged a lot of food. He couldn't take it back alone, so he left one bag at a relative's house and planned to visit again tomorrow. He carried another bag and went back with the wind under his feet. Who knew he heard it before he turned around? A voice said angrily: "Jian is too deceiving, isn't it because he has a better relationship with the palace? He even intervened in our Miao village."