MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old-Chapter 53 take refuge

Chapter 53 Take refuge

“This little brother, may I ask where Zhang’s grain store is?” Village Chief Wang hurriedly stopped the little brother.

That little brother is sallow and thin, and he doesn’t want to care about others.

 But when he saw the village chief secretly stuffing him a steamed bun with mixed noodles, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Zhang's Grain Store? It's not open for a long time. The refugees poured into the city and robbed all his food. The shopkeeper cried and robbed all the food, and moved back to Fucheng overnight." The little brother carefully hid the steamed buns, without any traces. Dare to show it.

"Don't look for any grain stores. All the grain stores are gone, and no one has any food. In the past few days, the doors of those grain stores were unloaded, and even after digging three feet into the ground, they couldn't find any grain."

"Don't show that you have food. Now you are going crazy for food." The younger brother glanced at their bullock cart and looked away with difficulty.

“Even in the city, robberies occur at night.”

"Isn't there anyone in charge?" Yanchuan asked with a slight frown.

The younger brother laughed mockingly and chuckled: "Who cares? The county government has closed its door tightly and won't open it even if someone smashes it. If the smashing is severe, they will come out to suppress it. All their hands are aimed at our own people. Then Master , not a good thing. Back then, Heifeng Village was doing evil everywhere, and the master even locked everyone up outside the county government office and was massacred by Heifeng Village." The little brother's eyes were red.

“I heard that Black Wind Village was later destroyed in a village, which is really satisfying. You don’t know, our relatives are all...” The younger brother wiped his blood-red eyes, his eyes full of cruelty.

“Now there are rumors that barbarians came pretending to be gangsters. These **** will have to pay with their blood sooner or later.”

"If you want to sell grain, go and contact Fu's Trading Company. Maybe Fu's Trading Company can still have the courage to collect grain, but now small merchants can't transport it away even if they collect it. I heard that Fu's is cooperating with the army. Sold out Just leave quickly, I'm afraid there's going to be a war. We have to go to the village where the bandits were killed..."

 Village Chief Wang was startled.

 Rely on your own village?

"Xiushan Town is full of useless things. We are at the border, and the barbarians come to rob us whenever there is a shortage of food. Sooner or later, we will suffer, so we might as well go and seek refuge in that village. We are all here on the run, and we have lost our relatives. We are looking for them anyway. There is a place to stay. If you follow them, there is at least a way to survive." The little brother said fiercely and turned around.

"You should take care of yourself. After the locust plague, I'm afraid the food shortage will be even worse." The little brother said a few more words for the sake of the steamed buns, and pointed out the location of Fu's Trading Company.

The village chief thanked him hurriedly and secretly stuffed two more steamed buns.

“Let’s go quickly, people around us are looking at us wrong.” Village Chief Liu of Juren Village was a little frightened.

The eyes of these people seemed to be about to lose their minds.

 “The sky is going to change.”

"Can it not change? Our Wangshan Mansion is located on the border and has always been a barren land. The officials assigned here have to muddle along and only wait a few years before leaving." Village Chief Wang sighed and hurriedly followed the man. The young man pointed to the position.

The place is getting more and more depressed as we go, all the shops are closed, and occasionally you can still catch a glimpse of a smashed shop.

The words "grain" hanging on it were trampled in half.

Everyone is more and more shocked, and they are more aware of how blind they are.

The village chief is ready. This time, all the food will not be exchanged for money, only for goods.

I'm afraid that the villages will be under martial law in the near future, and they won't dare to go out to sell grain for a long time.

"Every place is closed, can Fu's Trading Company still be open?" Everyone murmured, but Yanchuan turned to his sister and asked, "Are you scared, Suisui?"

Suisui shook her head slightly, and she understood that these three years of drought were just the beginning of troubled times.

Your Majesty will next assign the prince to Wangshan Mansion, the poorest place. Due to the severe drought and lack of food, the capital has been slow to sow food. The army was short of food and Wangchuan Mansion was attacked several times. This was the disaster for the people.

 Wangjiacun, will it become the only hope in these troubled times?

Suisui pursed her lips. Perhaps, as a word spirit that can bring good luck to the world, she has her real mission.

"Look, is that the Fu's Trading Company?" Everyone looked at it and sure enough, in the entire Xiushan Town, only that store was still open. There were six strong men standing at the door. Those men had straight backs and an inexplicable aura about them.

"He's from the army. I'm afraid Fu's Trading Company has something to do with the army. No wonder it can still collect food in these troubled times." Village Chief Wang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he can be exchanged. Otherwise, if you transport it back, the chance of being robbed on the road is extremely high.

As everyone approached, the strong man's eyes looked over, and everyone's heart skipped a beat.

I'm afraid I've seen blood on my hands.

 “No food.” A man on the right glanced indifferently.

They have seen too many people come to beg for food, and the blood at the door has not been washed away, just to frighten the refugees.

"We...we are here to sell grain." Village Chief Liu was a little scared, and it was Village Chief Wang who stepped forward.

The man's eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking back, it turned out that there were eight or nine ox carts, so heavy that the wheels of the carts were deeply sunken.

 The man's face suddenly became as bright as spring breeze.

Hand waved back: "Let's go, park the car in the backyard first." The homeless people outside had begun to approach tentatively, and he didn't want to get into trouble.

Village Chief Wang was a bit older after all. He glanced at Yanchuan, who then patted Suisui on the head and walked to the front.

Suisui touched her buttocks. Mrs. Xie left a carriage for the Yan family, but in these troubled times she did not dare to take it out in a high-profile manner, so she could only keep it at home.

 It's just her **** that's pitiful.

As soon as the oxcart entered the door, someone immediately took over to weigh the grain.

 “These seven bullock carts belong to us.”

“These three vehicles belong to them, please weigh them separately.” Although Yan Chuan was fifteen years old, his aura was very intimidating, which made the man look at him with a high regard.

"Young Master, you can call me, Manager Fu. I am the manager of a commercial bank, so I can do whatever the Lord wants." Manager Fu said with a smile, "Selling grain is a good thing."

 The team is running out of food!

"My surname is Yan, and I hope that Manager Fu will take care of me." The young man was sincere, and Manager Fu nodded secretly.

 “This grain is really full.” In the yard, the grain inspector grabbed a handful of rice, his eyes flashing with light.

 This rice has been shelled and is pure white rice.

And it’s not like the white-with-black brown rice nowadays, it’s the newly harvested polished rice this year!

  Manager Fu was so excited that his hands shook.

This thing is hungry.

"I wonder how the market is going now?" Yan Chuan asked in a deep voice. Only the Fu family can collect grain now, because the price of grain will be depressed.

Manager Fu waved his hand: "As long as there is food, everything is easy. In the past, brown rice cost eight cents, but now, after three years of drought, it has risen to thirty cents per catty." Moreover, there is a price but no market.

Village Chief Liu was delighted.

"As for your polished rice, it used to be fifteen cents per catty. Now it's fifty cents per catty." Not only is it expensive, but there is no market, I'm afraid people will break their heads if they **** it.

 Everyone gasped.

 (End of this chapter)