HCB Chapter 210 Food Prices Have Risen
Chapter 210 Food Prices Have Risen
Yang Qingfeng shook his head slightly, consoling himself by thinking, "Salt is controlled by the government, and the government has always maintained strict control over it. They shouldn't be raising the price arbitrarily." A hint of determination and trust lingered in his eyes.
Yang Qingfeng took a deep breath and continued to observe the actions of the people around him. Even so, seeing so many people rushing to buy, he still felt a little worried in his heart.
He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the price of salt would remain stable and not add more burden to people's lives.
After a while, while Yang Qingfeng was anxiously waiting, Jindan and the villagers came out of the salt shop, each holding a full bag.
Jindan's face was filled with a satisfied smile, with a few glistening beads of sweat hanging on his forehead. He walked with a brisk pace, holding the bag tightly in his hand, as if it contained an invaluable treasure.
The villagers following behind him also had happy expressions on their faces. Although they looked a little tired, their eyes were full of the joy of harvest. They talked to each other, and their voices were full of excitement.
One of the villagers said, "We've finally bought enough this time. It'll last us for a while."
Another villager continued, "Yes, it's a good thing we came in time, otherwise I don't know if we could buy so much. Fortunately, the price of salt didn't go up, otherwise I don't know what I would do."
Jindan walked quickly to the ox cart, placed the heavy bag in his hand on the cart, and said with a gasp, "Brother Qingfeng, we're done! Next we need to go to the rice shop."
Yang Qingfeng and his group drove an ox cart, and with the creaking sound of wheels, they slowly arrived outside the rice shop.
Before he got close, he heard a noisy sound. Yang Qingfeng couldn't help but frown and stretched his neck to look forward. He saw that the rice shop door was crowded with people, noisy and noisy, like a group of ducks in chaos.
Someone was shouting, "Why are the prices going up again? This is killing us!"
Another person's face was filled with anger: "Don't push, don't push, we all have a share, why are you in such a hurry!" The crowd pushed and shoved each other, refusing to give in.
Yang Qingfeng and the others were stunned by the chaotic scene before them. Jindan couldn't help but mutter, "What's going on? Why are there so many people? It's like they're fighting over rice."
Yang Qingfeng sighed worriedly, "I'm afraid the rice price has changed again, which is why everyone is so crazy."
Everyone on the ox cart looked at each other, and their originally relaxed mood suddenly became heavy.
Everyone brought some rice and originally planned to exchange it for black noodles, but the chaotic scene before them made everyone feel uneasy.
Jindan looked at the noisy crowd in front of the rice shop, frowned, and said worriedly: "But given the current situation, I really don't know how many black faces I can get back." Li Erwa also echoed, his face full of anxiety.
You know, although every household in Futian Village has stored grain, the villagers are simple, hardworking and frugal. After the autumn harvest, most families just cook white rice to try something new.
Thinking back to those days, we all sat together, savoring the rare white rice, with expressions of satisfaction and cherishment on our faces.
Wang Mazi sighed and said slowly, "We usually eat frugally, and we just hope that this little bit of food can last a little longer."
Liu Dali also had a worried look on his face: "Yeah, who could have imagined that something like this would happen? I don't know how many bad guys I'll get today."
Everyone was talking at once, their hearts filled with worry and uncertainty, and they looked at the rice shop with increasingly anxious and helpless eyes.
Jindan took a deep breath and walked into the rice shop with a few villagers who had brought rice to exchange for black noodles like him, taking slightly heavy steps and holding the rice nervously.
Jindan's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat. He held the bag of rice tightly in his arms, his palms full of sweat.
Not only did he have to exchange the rice for black flour, he also had to sell some of it. He would use the remaining money to buy some good cloth for Huahua. Huahua would be coming of age next month and she couldn't do without new clothes.
This heavy bag of rice is the whole family's hope.
The villagers following behind him also looked nervous, their eyes constantly looking around, their steps hesitant, and every step they took seemed like they were testing the waters in an unknown quagmire.
One of the villagers muttered quietly, "I don't know how much black flour this rice can be exchanged for. I hope I won't lose out."
Another villager swallowed and replied, "Yes, I hope everything goes smoothly. Fortunately, no one sold the rice right after the autumn harvest. Now the grain price has risen so much that I don't know how much it has increased."
Jindan gritted his teeth and encouraged himself and his companions: "Don't be afraid, let's go in and take a look."
After saying that, he took the lead and walked into the bustling rice shop.
As soon as Jindan and the villagers he was traveling with walked into the rice shop, they were instantly shocked by the huge crowds of people in front of them.
The rice shop was crowded with people and the noise was deafening. People were pushing and shoving each other, all trying to complete the transaction as quickly as possible. There were anxious faces and waving arms everywhere. The waiters were busy like spinning tops and couldn't handle all the people.
They struggled to navigate the crowd, finally finding a spot to redeem their gold eggs. As time passed, they grew increasingly anxious.
After a long while, several people came out, sweating and panting, with new black noodles in their hands. Their faces were filled with helplessness and fatigue.
Yang Qingfeng, who had been anxiously waiting on the oxcart, saw them coming out and immediately asked with concern: "How is it? How much did you get in exchange?"
Jindan looked bitter, shook his head and said, "Oh, Brother Qingfeng, originally one pound of rice could be exchanged for six pounds of black flour, but now one pound of rice can only be exchanged for four pounds." After saying that, he sighed heavily.
After hearing this, Yang Qingfeng frowned even more tightly and said worriedly, "What should I do? This is too little in return."
Everyone's mood suddenly became heavy, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people feel a little breathless.
Jindan consoled himself, "It's all right if I can exchange it. I've sold some of it, and I have enough money to buy Huahua a coming-of-age gift."
Liu Dali smiled and said, "Haha, we still have some food in our granary. I exchanged ten kilograms of rice for forty kilograms of black flour. My wife and children are digging sweet potatoes in the valley. We'll keep some for ourselves and some for planting next year.
Even if the price of rice goes up again, it has nothing to do with me. I won’t trade it.”
Food is the most important thing in troubled times. No matter how much silver you have, it cannot be eaten. Only with food can you feel at peace.
This group of strong men quickly and deftly tied the sacks on the ox cart tightly.
Beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads, veins bulged on their sturdy arms, the ropes in their hands were pulled tightly, and every knot was tied extremely firmly.