Chapter 137: Southern floods

The stall owner is a man in his early thirties. He grows five big and three thick and looks like a little girl. He asks a little girl, and he says, "No matter what day."
Bai Yan asked again: "There are so many people in the market. I have not seen so many people in the past."
The stall owner looked around and sighed: "I heard that the south has made a lot of water. The refugees who have been affected have fled their hometown. Many refugees are coming to Qingyuan Town. You think, the refugees come here. Can the government manage it? Can you manage it? Right? It’s better to say that if there are more people, then the price of rice noodles in our city must not rise up?

Bai Yanran realized: "The big guys are busy with food!"
The stall owner sighed: "Don't say it, I have to buy food. This meat is sold in white. I heard that the price of rice has been turned over. Going late, I am afraid I can't buy it." It is."
Seeing the stall owner squatting away, Hu Feng quickly pulled the white sleeves: "Do we want to buy?"
Bai Hao nodded: "Of course, as this goes on, it will not take long before the price of rice has risen. Let's be a coincidence today."
There are long queues of grain and oil shops, and people are constantly complaining that they can buy five stone meters on a weekday, but they can only buy three stone meters today.
The owner of the selling rice shouted: "Don't yell, don't look back tomorrow, see if you can buy three stone meters for one or two silver."
Everyone complained that they should buy it. The flood in the south is not a double return. Every time there are refugees, the food prices here are doubled up. One day, one price, the big guy knows.
With ample and far-sightedness, I have already saved the grain. Now I am rushing to buy rice. They are all lucky, and I am counting on this year’s floods.
But the biggest reason is that the hand is tight and there is no money left to save the grain.
When it was the turn of the day, the boss asked: "How much?" He has already picked up the rice, and the little girl like this will buy at least one fight and two fights, no more.
Bai Xiao smiled and said: "Boss, I want ten stone meters, can you give me a little cheaper?"
The boss is slightly stunned, this is just looking at the girl in front of me, thin and delicate, with yellow hair, typical yellow-haired hoe, although wearing new clothes, it is not like a rich family.
"Do you know how much the ten stones are?" asked the boss.
Bai Hao nodded: "I certainly know that one or two silver three stones, ten stones are three or two money, it is better to make a whole, count me three silver and ten stones, is it good?"
The boss sold for half a day, and sold a total of six or seven stones. She was going to have ten stones, and the rice warehouse was vacant for a little while. He also saved things. It’s no problem to earn less. He laughed: "Of course. Yes, but I can't pay for it here. Do you bring money?"
The white cockroach took out the purse and took out the four silvers from the inside and put it in the palm of the boss: "Hey, three silver and two silver to buy rice, one or two silver to buy noodles, all help me in the ox cart." She pointed to the street across the street The ox cart, Hu Feng is standing beside the cow and looking at her.
The boss was not good, and he greeted the buddy and praised the rice and the noodles, and sent them to the white ox cart.
Hu Feng looked at the full rice noodles of the ox cart and frowned. "Do you buy so much? What are you eating?"
The white cockroach turned back and looked at the mouth of the music, and almost went to the owner of the grain and oil shop behind the ear. He said: "Walking, these unscrupulous businessmen who have made a fortune in the country will get the lessons they should have sooner or later."