Dayan Kingdom is a village not far from the northern border.
The night was dark, and the north wind howled, making a miserable whining sound in the low mud house, adding to the chill.
"Uncle Village Chief, Uncle Village Chief, open the door quickly!"
The only decent brick house in the village was knocked by someone, the wooden door made a banging sound, and the people inside the house were huddled on the kang. The thin old man on the bed suddenly woke up, a hint of panic flashing across his wrinkled face.
“Old, old woman, is there someone knocking on the door?”
"It sounds like Shuanzi at the end of the village. Is something going to happen again? Oh, how can one live like this!"
The equally thin old woman tugged on the quilt in panic, trying to go He shrunk in the corner and stopped abruptly.
"Old man, go and have a look. If someone comes into the village to rob, you must inform the villagers immediately, otherwise everyone will starve to death this winter!"
"I know. I know, don't worry, I'll go take a look."
The old man trembled and lifted the quilt and got out of bed, cheering himself up and leaving the cabin against the biting cold wind.
"Uncle village chief, open the door quickly. There's something good, a great thing!"
What?
A great thing?
What other good things can happen to them at this juncture?
The old man didn't believe it. When he opened the wooden door tremblingly, his calloused hands were suddenly cold and cold.
"Shuanzi, what's the matter with not being at home at night?"
"It's a good thing!"
The man named Shuanzi is tall and burly, and he is covered with a layer of The thick mink coat made him look more majestic, but the ecstasy bursting out of his eyes made it easy for people to ignore his figure.
“Village chief, someone came to our village to sell grain!”
“What, selling grain? How is that possible? Doesn’t it mean that even the imperial court has no grain?”
"Oh, it's true. How could I go all the way to lie to you? I saw the white rice and flour with my own eyes!"
"Really, really?"
He knew what kind of person Shuanzi was. This young man had a lot of strength and still lived in the village. He had done his best to protect the villagers since the snow disaster.
The sudden news made the old village chief feel excited, and his face suddenly became less worried and his hands became less cold. But he thought of another possibility.
“Shuanzi, is the food expensive to sell? We folks have spent almost all their money.”
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive. Rice and flour cost ten copper coins per pound, which is cheaper than usual!"
Shuanzi immediately told the old village chief what he had learned, "And they also I said, if you don’t have money, you can use other things to exchange for it. I exchanged two mink coats for two hundred catties of food!”
What?
Two hundred pounds? !
The old village chief's cloudy eyes widened in shock. Although Shuanzi was big and the mink coat he wore was much larger than others, it couldn't be so valuable!
"Seriously?"
"Seriously! I have already taken the two hundred kilograms of grain home."
Shuanzi was very anxious, "Hey, old village chief, I sell grain. We are still waiting at the entrance of the village. Let’s quickly inform the villagers to buy it. There is no such store after passing this village!”
“Ah, yes, yes, it’s so cold. What if people don’t want to sell it anymore?”
The old village chief was confused and followed what Shuanzi said. After a long while, he went back to the house, picked up the gong that belonged to the village chief, and walked out of the house, beating gongs and drums all the way from one end to the other.
"Folks, come out quickly. Someone is here to sell grain. Let's go to Shuanzi's house with money and valuables!"
Shuanzi: "?"
How can we get rid of him? Home? The two hundred kilograms of grain exchanged for mink are not enough for so many people to rob!
Here an old man and a young man called the villagers to gather. At the head of the village, a few people with their faces covered stood shivering beside the bullock carts pulling grain, and they were all frozen like dogs. “Damn, it’s so cold here!”
"No, my hands are freezing. Hurry up and finish what the young master told me to do and go back."
"Hey, don't tell me, this mink is really warm, it's not that cold anymore!"< br>
“Then let’s get more animal skins, there’s no shortage of them here. It’s interesting, and I’m afraid there aren’t many people in the village who have money.”
A few people discussed with their trembling legs, not forgetting to pull up the black cloth covering their faces. Covering his cheeks and holding a knife in his hand, he looked like a bandit who had robbed his family from afar.
This scene made the villagers who followed Shuanzi a little scared.
"Shuan, Shuanzi, are you sure this is not a robber who came to steal our food?"
"Uncle, is there anything else in your house that can be robbed?"
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Shuanzi succeeded in choking everyone with his light words, and the villagers' fear suddenly disappeared.
Yes, they have nothing left to rob. The food supply at home has long been exhausted. In the past few days, they have been digging snow and tree roots from the mountains to satisfy their hunger.
Everyone followed the bolts and approached the carriage with the things in their hands. They heard the masked men talking before they could speak.
“Let’s talk about it first, rice and flour both cost 50 kilograms starting, both are 10 cents per kilogram, we don’t have black flour and brown rice, so come and count!”
Village: "."
That's quite surprising.
“What, brother, if you don’t have money, can you use other things to pay for it?”
"Yes, a mink coat, a bamboo basket, a jade pendant, any household items that are not needed at home will do."
When the villagers heard this, they jumped up happily and lined up with their things.
"I want 200 kilograms of white flour, and I will exchange it for a silver hairpin!"
"I, I, I, I will exchange 200 kilograms of white flour and 100 kilograms of rice for the best animal skins!"
< br>“300 pounds of white flour!”
"50 kilograms of rice!"
The masked man directly picked up the cloth bags containing rice noodles and exchanged them one by one. There was no need to even weigh them. One bag was 50 kilograms and could not be run away. As for the things the villagers used to exchange for food That is to say, just take one look at it and accept it.
This surprised the villagers even more.
Ah, don’t you need to estimate the value?
Until someone got the heavy cloth bag and opened it, they were stunned by the plump grains of rice and flour whiter than snow.
"It's true, it's actually true, it's really polished rice and flour!"
"If we save these grains and eat them enough to survive the winter, we can be saved."
>"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Finally no longer hungry!"
Everyone looked at the masked man with a different look. The fear and panic just now were swept away, replaced by a respect and thanks.
Good guy!
The benefactors must have covered their faces because they didn't want us to know their identities.
Yes, that’s it!
It was no surprise that the masked man was stared at by so many people with "wolf-like" eyes. He was busy receiving and delivering goods in an orderly manner, which is called calmness.
At this moment, not only are there masked people bringing warmth to the village in front of you, there are also convoys carrying food within a ten-mile radius and in the black market in Fucheng. They don’t forget to clean up after the goods are sold, and promise not to let them go. People followed the ruts to find the location of the warehouse.