Chapter 238: Storm! Go to sea!

The people who were swept by the storm of the New Deal began to take action one after another. Those who bought chickens bought chickens, those who looked for boats were looking for boats. The streets were crowded with people, so it was so lively.
"Boss, do you still have chicken fry here? What? Nothing? It's been less than an hour since the market opened, why is it gone?"
In Dongshi, a man in a gray undershirt was yelling with a vendor selling chicken fry.
"Boss, hey, don't go, I will take it for how much you have leftover chicken fry!"
"What? One hundred text? Why don't you grab it? Wasn't it eighty text a while ago?"
"If you love to buy or not, if you don't buy it now, it will be more expensive in the future!"
Before, the Li and Cheng family bought chicken fry on a large scale. They once pushed up the price of chicken fry from sixty to seventy liters to one hundred and twenty-five wen. Later, after Wang Renyi shipped 80,000 chicken fry from the south, Li The Cheng family stopped buying chicken fry, and the chicken fry market in Chang'an finally returned to calm. The price of chicken fry gradually dropped from the original one hundred and twenty-five wen to seventy-eighty wen.
Now that the imperial court has introduced a policy of reducing taxes for raising chickens, the people rushed to rush Qi Miao, and many chicken vendors’ stocks were quickly sold out. After the rest of the chicken vendors were relieved, they quickly organized manpower to purchase goods from other places while pulling up. Raising the price of chicken seedlings is intended to make a fortune.
"Hey, you mortals! What a pity!"
Mei Jun, who came to Chang'an to go to the market today, looked at the dealer who was snapping up chicken fry in front of him, and exclaimed with a superior look.
Since Meicun was divided into Li Zexuan’s fiefdom, he only needed to pay the rent to Li Zexuan, the big landlord every year, and Li Zexuan had already introduced a policy of reducing rents for raising chickens, so this policy of the court had no effect on them. Naturally, there is no need to rush to buy chicken fry with others.
"Mei Dazui, what are you doing here? Why don't you grab a spot to sell eggs? Be careful to go back and your mother-in-law will not forgive you!"
It was a thin hand that suddenly patted Mei Jun's shoulder, and then there was a slightly teasing voice from Liu Erye.
Compared with a few months ago, Liu Erye looks more energetic. Maybe the elderly will be more energetic once they have something to do.
"Liu Erye, why are you kidding me again?"
Mei Jun turned and grinned.
"Mei Dazui, why are so many people buying chicken fry today?"
"I just heard from others that it seems that the imperial court has issued a decree today to encourage the people to raise chickens. One hundred chickens can be taxed 10% off."
"Haha, there is such a good thing? But we have already enjoyed this treatment in Meicun, and it's free chicken fry, haha!"
Liu Erye smiled triumphantly, but the words were too hateful, and the man next to him immediately stared and said:
"What are you talking about? Your village has already had this treatment? And the chicken fry is still free?"
"Haha, this can lie to you, thanks to Lord Li Jue!"
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"Wang Furen, why is your boat still at the dock? Why don't you go to the Ministry of War to report?"
"Why do you want to report?"
"Did you not read today's newspaper? The imperial court will send troops to the fleet south to exchange food. The food in the south is cheap, and the spices are also cheap. We took silk and porcelain to follow the imperial army to a small country in Southeast Asia to purchase goods. Can make a lot of money!"
"Really, but what if this newspaper is deceptive?"
"Confused! Don't look at who runs this newspaper. Li Jue's wealth will lie to you? How much are you worth?"
"Then brother, wait for me. There are ten big ships in my house. Let's go to Nanyang with the imperial army to have a sip of soup!"
There is definitely more than one such dialogue in Chang'an City today. The sense of smell of businessmen is often the most keen, and the capital market has always been a three-layer wave of no fashion. Now, with this decree of the court, how can it not set off a huge wave?
Guiyifang.
Meng Wenhao's home.
"Father, why did you come back so early today?"
Meng Wenhao took a break today and was teaching a little girl at home to write. Suddenly the courtyard door was pushed open. A thin and dark middle-aged man came in. He was not tall and not strong, but he was the one who was crushed. The slightly curved spine seemed to be full of infinite strength, as if it could hold up a sky. His gray clothes were covered with mud and sand, and he couldn't tell whether he was wearing clothes or sand. Hearing the sound, Meng Wenhao looked up and saw that it was his father. He patted the little the head, hurriedly greeted him, and said with joy.
"Well, Bashang didn't have much work today. I came back early after I finished it for my father! Haoer, are you still teaching Yaya to write?"
The middle-aged man took off his shirt full of mud and sand, exposing his dark, thin but very strong-looking chest, and said with a smile to his most proud son.
"Well, dad, Yaya has learned a lot of characters recently! I also taught Yaya the pinyin invented by our husband. In the future, Yaya may know more words than some rich kids!"
Meng Wenhao rarely showed a child's innocent expression and asked his father for credit.
Of course Father Meng didn’t know what Pinyin was, but he knew that his son was very good at reading, and what he said definitely made sense. He smiled and washed his hands by the well, and said
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to Meng Wenhao. The girl also ran out, "chuckling" and said with a smile: "Daddy, Daddy, are you back?"
The middle-aged man wiped his face and saw that he didn't know where he changed into a sugar man wrapped in paper. Then he squatted down, squinted and smiled at his daughter: "Come on, ya ya, this Dad bought it for you, hurry up and eat it, don’t tell your mother~!"
Yaya's slightly yellowed, malnourished face suddenly resembled a small blooming flower, so brilliant that the sun was eclipsed by the sun, as if she was the most beautiful angel in the world, the little girl opened her ruddy mouth, showing her little rabbit teeth. "Chuck" smiled, as crisp and sweet as a silver bell, "Ah~! It's a sugar man, daddy is so good!"
Yaya happily took the sugar man in Father Meng's hand, opened the oil paper outside, and looked at the cute and lifelike little man pinched. The little girl hesitated for a moment, then handed it back, and said crisply, "Daddy earns money. To support the family, Daddy is the hardest. Daddy eats first!"
Father Meng looked at his daughter's innocent but persistent little face. He couldn't help but feel a sore nose. He sent the sugar man to his daughter's mouth again~EbookFREE.me~ grinned and said: "Father is tired of eating a long time ago. Yes, eat it!"
"Huh! Daddy is a lie! You said that before, but you have never eaten it! Daddy doesn't eat it, Yaya doesn't eat it!"
The little girl seems to have learned to be smart recently, and she is not fooled at all.
"Good, good, then dad eat some."
Father Meng had no choice but to gently knock a corner of the sugar man. The faint sweetness in his mouth could not wash away the bitterness in his heart. Suddenly he thought of something again. For a while, he looked at his daughter Wuwei Chen Za .
"My brother also has a hard time going to school every day, and my brother has to eat first!"
Yaya saw that her father had really eaten it, and immediately sent the sugar man to Meng Wenhao's side happily.
With lessons learned from the past, Meng Wenhao did not evade. He also lightly bit off a corner, then patted the little sister's croissant braid, and said with a smile: "Okay, I have eaten my brother too, ya go and play elsewhere!"
"Hmm!"
"Father, did something happen?"
Meng Wenhao saw that Yaya had gone away, then he looked at his worried father and asked.
Father Meng looked suffocated and hurriedly said: "No, nothing!"
"Father, there must be something, can you still hide it from the child? If you have something to say, let's find a way together!"
Father Meng thought for a while and hesitated: "Hao'er, I may have to go to the far gate in a few days for my father, maybe two or three months..."
"Father, where are you going?"
Meng Wenhao asked anxiously.
"Go...Go overseas!"
Father Meng hesitated and finally confided the truth, but these words were like a bolt from the blue, and the bombed Meng Wenhao was stunned!
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