When Song Jinggong arranged the people, he had already instructed them to capture the people and hand them over to the county magistrate. As for what crime they would be charged with, it would depend on how much Li Chengyi cared about his province. He would not let Boss Mi have an easy time.
The surroundings suddenly became chaotic. Song Jinggong immediately signaled to the person who was counting the money. That person nodded and shouted, "The amount of money is just right."
"Boss Mi, the money is not bad. Look at the old grain we collected. If you think it's enough, then we can ship it away." Song Jinggong smiled with satisfaction and walked a few steps forward and said to Boss Mi.
At this moment, Boss Mi also realized that the situation around him was not right, but he did not want to delay. He was afraid that a long night might cause trouble. His purpose was to get the old grain and let the Zhang family suffer a big loss. Most importantly, he wanted to tell other people in the same trade not to be afraid of Zhangjia Zhuangzi and work together to lower the price.
Hearing the chaos around him, he immediately asked people to check if the goods were grain. There were 9,000 dan of grain, more than 400 tons. They were not packed in gunny sacks, otherwise, they would look more neat. A gunny sack usually contained 100 kilograms. Zhang Xiaobao was not willing to take out more than 4,000 gunny sacks, which were close to 5,000 kilograms.
All of the grains were placed in a pile made of mats. Each one of them was like a small mountain, making people dizzy just by looking at them. The inspectors went over to open up a few gaps and inserted a bamboo tube inside. When they pulled it out, they could see the grains clearly. After inserting the bamboo tube into several places around the pile, they looked up at such a high pile and even wanted to climb up to take a look.
Someone brought a ladder over and let him walk around the top. When he didn't find anything wrong, he nodded at Boss Mi.
Boss Mi finally felt relieved. He could only think of other ways because of the situation around him. He found the person who was guarding beside him, took the document and pressed his fingerprint.
When Song Jinggong pressed his fingerprint, he did not wait for Boss Mi to say anything. Song Jinggong shouted first, "Boss Mi, why are you collecting so much old grain? Do you want to mix it with the new grain and sell it? I advise Boss Mi not to have this idea. Otherwise, if someone dies, you can't afford to pay for it. "
"Why do you care?" Boss Mi really did plan to do that. Now that Song Jinggong said it out loud, he was a little angry. After saying this, he felt that the eyes of the people around him were not right. He quickly said, "Of course, I won't do that. I just want to help the people."
"Since Mister Mi has said so, there is one thing I don't understand. Why didn't Mister Mi go to each farmer's house to collect old grain? Instead, he waited for us to buy new grain and ask for sky-high prices?" Song Jinggong was not going to let him go at this time.
Boss Mi didn't expect that he would be questioned after buying this thing. He didn't want to answer, but when he saw the unfriendly gazes of the people around him, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to go back alive. He could only force a smile.
"Mister Mi really doesn't know. Mister Mi has been staying in Between the Clouds and the Water for the past few days. It must be that the people below didn't do a good job. When Mister Mi goes back, I won't let that person off easily. What else does Mister Song have to say?"
Song Jinggong slightly shook his head. Next to him, a person was standing on top of a restaurant, holding a tube made of iron. One end was big, while the other was small. He put the small end in front of his mouth and shouted, "Brother, I'm here.
"Because of the recent increase in grain prices, it means that grain is more valuable. Therefore, the price of Zhangjia Zhuangzi's seeds has increased to 150 copper coins per catty. Those who want to buy them should bring their own hands and tools to the fields over there to cut them, so as not to worry that Zhangjia Zhuangzi will change the grain."
After this person shouted, many people started to curse. Some said that Zhangjia Zhuangzi was black-hearted, while others said that they would lose money after buying the seeds. At this time, Song Jinggong's people played a role again. They said in the crowd that since grain could increase the price, why would they lose money after buying the seeds? If they wanted to find someone, they should find Mister Mi. He was the one who raised the price of grain.
When the crowd heard this, they felt that it was right. Zhangjia Zhuangzi's new grain was already so expensive, why couldn't the seeds increase as well? That damned Mister Mi, he should die a horrible death.
The commoners only scolded a few words, and they might not necessarily buy the seeds. However, the people from the other grain companies were different from the commoners. Right now, they were gnashing their teeth in hatred. They didn't know whether to hate the Zhang and Wang families, or this Boss Mi.
If they hated Zhang Wang and Zhuangzi, they felt that they were in the wrong. They didn't buy the seeds before the price increase because they were waiting to see what would happen. They were waiting for Mister Mi to scheme against Zhuangzi and lower the price. Mister Mi's reason was right. If the grain price increased, then the seeds would also increase.
If they really wanted to investigate, it was Mister Mi who deliberately raised the price of grain. What was his motive for raising the price at such a time? On the other hand, the Zhang Wang and Zhuangzi sold the new grain at a lower price.
Mister Mi and the others also felt that the reason was not enough. They secretly supported him. Not to mention other things, when the Zhang Wang and Zhuangzi found their land here, they ordered everyone to announce that there was no more grain in the store. It was already good enough that the Zhang Wang and Zhuangzi didn't hate them. Look, the price went up just for them.
"Mister Jin, you see now? Those Zhuangzi are not easy to deal with. The more we suppress them, the more they resist. The price suddenly increased by half." A person from the grain company next to Mister Jin said. The others were a bit regretful and nodded.
Mister Jin thought about it and sneered: "Don't be afraid, this is their last resort. If they want to die, then let them. We can work together and not send grain here. There are many common people here, I don't believe they are willing to turn the seeds into grain."
"Yes, Mister Jin is right. No matter what, they lost to Mister Mi this time. I don't see how capable they are, so we are not afraid of him." Another person agreed.
All the merchants nodded in agreement, but before they could finish nodding, the racks on the other side fell down one after another. To be precise, someone had used a knife to cut open the racks on the outside, allowing the racks to fall down.
"Young Master Song, what is the meaning of this?" Mister Mi and the common people around were shocked. Fortunately, someone stopped them from coming closer.
"Nothing, Mister Mi. You bought old grain, don't tell me you want to buy our mats too? The grain is yours, so of course I have to take back the mats. It will be cold in a few days, so these mats will burn for a few days. Zhuangzi bought the new grain and exchanged the old grain, but we haven't sold the seeds yet. You are so poor, you don't know the hunger of a hungry man. "
Song Jinggong explained loudly with an innocent face. Mister Mi was so angry that he almost vomited blood. How much could those mats be worth? Zhuangzi's grain was at a disadvantage, but was this dock just for decoration? How many ships were coming in and out every day?
"You, you, good, good. Hehe, other than doing this, what else can you do to recover your losses?" Mister Mi was so angry that he was trembling. He only felt better after Liu Zhicai comforted him. It was just that the grain was stained with sand. That's good, he could put it together with the other grain.
Mister Mi pointed at Song Jinggong and was ready to ask someone to get a sack to store the grain.
Song Jinggong said at this time, "Mister Mi, I did lose a lot. When I exchanged the old grain, I was distressed. It was such a good grain, but I exchanged it for almost a thousand dan of moldy grain. Fortunately, Mister Mi bought it. I will ask someone to store it first. I will definitely treat Mister Mi to a good meal. Let's go to the first restaurant next to Lin Shui.
"What? What eight thousand dan? Moldy? "Mister Mi was stunned and asked in confusion.
At the side, Liu Zhican's expression changed. He hastily ran to the scattered piles of food and crawled to the middle of the pile. He dug with both hands, but he was dumbfounded. He ran to the next pile and did the same thing for a while. Then he turned his head and shouted to Song Jinggong, "Song Jinggong,
"Song Jinggong, you can't do this. The grain is moldy. You have to pay for it. Where is the document? Where is the guarantor? Song Jinggong sold us moldy grain."
As he spoke, he ran towards Mister Mi. The document was still in Mister Mi's arms.
Song Jinggong frowned, "What are you shouting for? It is written on the document. Moldy old grain. Don't you know what moldy means? It is not a good grain. Do you expect it to be the same as the new grain? Then why did you give the Zhuangzi to the people in the county? "
Although Song Jinggong said that, he was laughing in his heart. The young master was so smart. He started to sprinkle water on the grain as soon as he collected it. It was a hot day. It would be strange if the grain was not moldy when it was piled together. Only on the last day, he put the grain outside the pile. In order to make it moldy faster, he even found a lot of rotten grass.
At this time, Liu Zhicai opened the document. It was indeed written on the document. The guarantor also came over and explained to Liu Zhicai and Mister Mi that the Zhang family's document was correct. It did not say that the food was old. Otherwise, what would they exchange for?
Those owners who were thinking of ways to deal with Zhang Family and Wang Family suddenly felt cold sweat all over their bodies. Zhang Family and Wang Family were too cruel to the Zhuangzi Family. They naturally knew how to make the grain moldy, but they did not expect that they would use it at this time.
"Mister Jin, do we still want to join forces to … to stop the supply?" The owner who asked the question earlier asked with a trembling voice.
Mister Jin swallowed his saliva and blinked. He looked around and said, "Let's wait. Everyone wait. Let's go to Zhangjia Zhuangzi together and discuss the price. Is this better?"
Everyone nodded in unison. They were frightened by the Zhang and Wang families' ruthlessness and methods. Even Master Mi's family wouldn't be able to afford the cost of a boat. Looking at the gazes of the surrounding people who had boats, they probably wouldn't ask for less.
At this time, a few people walked out of the crowd. The person in front was wearing a brocade shirt and embroidered trousers. He said to Mister Mi, "Mister Mi, you don't have to do this. I have a grudge against Zhangjia Zhuangzi. Why don't you sell these old grains to me? I will give you 100 taels of silver to make you look better. I will say that it is 1000 taels of silver. I will give you 100 taels of silver and we will discuss how to deal with Zhangjia Zhuangzi in the future."
"Really? Really? You are willing to buy things that you can't even earn back the cost of the shipping? "Mister Mi seemed to have found hope. Just like what this person said, his face would be much better.
"Yes, I will not let Zhangjia Zhuangzi go." Only Song Jinggong and County Magistrate Cheng knew this person. The person beside Zhou Xihu's uncle said with certainty. He looked like he was gnashing his teeth.
Song Jinggong quickly turned his head away so that no one could see that he was trying to hold back his laughter.
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