The heavy rain in the capital made grain traders crazy.

The autumn harvest is about to come, and after the heavy rainstorm, the storage cost of the granary has increased. Now the flood has not yet receded, which means... the grain in the barn may become moldy at any time.

In this case, selling the food immediately in exchange for real money is the best way out.

But then again, everyone wants to sell it, but there are very few people buying grain. Even if the price is reduced, the few people are interested in it.

After all, it’s okay for ordinary people to buy dozens of kilograms of grain and go back, but if you want to purchase a large amount of goods, you have to have a barn.

But the landlords are all landlords who have barns, and the landlords themselves have large grains to stock up. They don’t want to buy grain at all, they just want to ship them.

As a result, the price of grain in the capital plummeted thousands of miles.

Everyone hurriedly thought about it, but the result was...

Hey, isn’t there a ready-made sucker here?

The Zhang family.

The Zhang family has been collecting grain in a high-profile manner, which is obvious to all.

Although I know that after this disaster, the Zhang family might want to sell all the grains on hand, but... no matter what, it is good to try your luck.

So many grain merchants came outside the Baihu Office.

Everyone saw...good guy, it turned out that everyone was catching a wool like the Zhang family to fetch.

So everyone became nervous, fearing that someone would take the lead.

Actually, they didn’t know that Zhang Jing knew early in the morning that several grain-producing areas in the world were about to usher in an unprecedented disaster!

This major disaster directly gave birth to countless refugees and a large number of land particles were not collected.

The seventh year of the Apocalypse can even be said to be the beginning of the chaos in the entire Ming Dynasty.

At this time, Zhang Jingyi still met the grain merchant.

The first person came in was a merchant named Wu Wenlong. He smiled and bowed to Zhang Jing, and said, "I heard that the Zhang family wants to collect grain..."

Zhang Jing looked at him and waved his hand and said, "Who doesn't know that the price of grain outside has plummeted and everyone is selling grain? Our Zhang family still has 100,000 shi of grain, and I am still planning to sell it. You want to sell grain at this time, isn't this a joke?"

Wu Wenlong's face was dark.

Damn... Zhang's family has stockpiled so much grain. If the Zhang family sells out the grain again, then...

He was stunned. If this were the case, it would mean... the food price would probably continue to plummet.

Zhang Jingyi immediately said, "But, it's not impossible to collect it. I heard that the price of grain in the capital has plummeted from two liang to one liang and two liang. Oh, even if I come to collect this grain now, let's talk about it. Isn't it stupid to collect it if I collect it? Who doesn't know that this grain will fall? If it falls like this, what price will be in the future."

At this moment, Wu Wenlong seemed to have seized the opportunity.

Zhang Jingyi was right, in fact, the food prices have been plummeting.

What's even more terrifying is that the Zhang family is now a person who can affect grain prices. After all, if they really sell 100,000 stones of grain on hand, the grain price... I'm afraid it's not known how far it has fallen.

What is more worried about now is that a batch of new grain will appear after the autumn harvest in the future, and the storage costs of grain merchants will also increase greatly.

At least in their opinion, the price of grain will definitely not be able to rise within this year, and in the coming year, the grain in the granary will become old grain, and it will not be sold at the price.

"Zhang Baihu, please offer a price." Wu Wenlong paused and said, "How much did you say?"

At this time, there is no other way except for the hero who cuts his arm.

There are still many grain merchants waiting outside.

Zhang Jing thought for a while and said, "Six coins of silver and one stone..."

"What?" Wu Wenlong was shocked. He thought he would give him eight or nine cents of silver or six cents. This is a robbery!

Zhang Jingyi said calmly: "Although it's one tael or two coins now, you know that this is retail! Nowadays, can you sell grain by relying on retail? I am kind-hearted and do good deeds to collect grain. Otherwise, you can wait and see, the price of grain will plummet. There are so many people who want to sell grain. If you don't sell it, I will find someone else."

Wu Wenlong: “…”

Zhang Jingyi looked indifferent, picked up the teacup and said, "Send the guest."

"Let's wait." Wu Wenlong gritted his teeth and said, "How about eight cents? You can't be lowered any more."

He said with a sad face: "To be honest, if I sell eight coins, I have lost all my money. If it is six coins, I will really have to hang myself."

Zhang Jingyi admired his expression: "Qianqian, but... Qiqian you have to promise me a condition, and you have to transport this grain to my granary in Changping, which means you have to bear the transportation."

Wu Wenlong had already made up his mind.

He didn't know how much the food price would fall next.

It is now expected that the price of rice shops may reach one or two stones, but rice shops are retail after all, and there is no buyer to eat on a large scale. By retail alone, the grain has been harvested a few crops, and the rice has become moldy, but I am afraid it has not been sold out yet.

Seven cents must be a loss of blood, but at least... they can still keep a capital.

There is a saying that if you keep the green mountains there, don’t you be afraid of burning firewood!

Thinking of this, Wu Wenlong felt a little better and calmed down and said, "How much do you want?"

Zhang Jingyi said, "I will give you as much money as you are lucky."

"Take it seriously?" Wu Wenlong's eyes lit up. He was a big grain merchant and was worried that there would be no buyer.

Zhang Jingyi said with certainty: "It's true. However, it's still the same old saying that the Zhang family has no cash now, and the new batch of shops have not been sold yet..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Wu Wenlong said diligently: "Just leave a document, can I trust Mr. Wu even if I can't believe Zhang Baihu?"

Zhang Jingyi smiled happily and said, "Brother Wu is really a good person. I heard that Brother Wu has a close relationship with the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue?"

"This..." Wu Wenlong's face changed.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten that Zhang Jingyi was not just a sucker, but also a hundred households in the Jinyiwei.

I'm afraid that his name has been registered in the Jinyiwei long ago.

Wu Wen pretended to be calm and said, "Haha... this is a rumor, not trustworthy."

In fact, Zhang Jing had already figured out the basics of the big grain traders in the capital early in the morning.

Regarding the relationship between Wu Wenlong and the Minister of Revenue, he was also skeptical at first.

However, when Wu Wenlong came to find him, Zhang Jingyi could be convinced.

Everyone knows that the Zhang family's money is gone. Although the Zhang family still has a lot of assets, they dare to sell the food to Zhang Jingyi after asking the Zhang family to make a note. This is definitely not something that an ordinary businessman dares to decide.

After all, the Zhang family is from the Jinyiwei, what if they owe money and don’t pay it back?

But Wu Wenlong dared to take credit because of course because he was very confident and was not afraid that the Zhang family would not pay back the money. Behind him... there must be a huge thing that is enough to ensure that even if the Zhang family sells the money, they can still pay back the money they owe.

Zhang Jingyi then called out: "Yes, everyone outsiders still rumored that I, Zhang Jingyi, is a fool, can you believe this? You are right, the rumors in the market are the most unbelievable. Since that's the case, then it's a matter of just one word."

Wu Wenlong said goodbye quickly.

Immediately afterwards, another grain merchant came to visit.

None of these grain merchants who dare to trade with the Zhang family, even dare to make money by Zhang Jing, are fuel-efficient.

After Zhang Jingyi came to a few hours, he didn't know how many families he had negotiated. Everyone agreed that he would collect as much as seven cents of silver and one stone, and the grain would be directly transported to the Zhang family land in Changping.

Zhang Jing tried every means to build more barns. There is an advantage in Changping, which is the location of the imperial tomb, and it is actually an excellent place to store grain. After all, the terrain is high and you are not afraid of flooding. The biggest risk of storing grain is moisture.

As for transportation, it is also a trivial matter.

Because transportation may be inconvenient in other places, the Zhang family's land is close to Ming Tomb.

In order to facilitate sacrifice, the emperor needed to worship his ancestors, from the capital to the Ming Tomb, the divine way was built. This divine way was built with the highest specifications, regardless of cost.

It can be said that this is almost the best road in the world. If it is placed in later generations, it will be equivalent to a 24-lane and fully enclosed expressway in both directions.

Of course, not everyone can leave Shinto, but Zhang Jingyi believes that these grain merchants can have a way to buy and sell bulk grain in the capital. God knows who are behind them.

Everything is agreed.

So much so that in Zhang Jingyi's opinion, he seemed to be doing charity. He collected other people's food at the lowest price, and he could still see the other party feeling relieved and grateful.

Then what should be done next... is to prepare for a large amount of food.

What satisfied Zhang Jingyi was that these grain merchants were very efficient in their work.

The next day, a steady stream of grain trucks began to set off from Northern Tongzhou or the southern suburbs of the capital. The continuous stream of grain trucks rushed towards Nachangping without stopping.

It was at this moment that the edict from Xinxian was finally issued.

Emperor Tianqi was also very efficient in his work. Zhang Jingyi took office as the county magistrate of Xinxian County, and as for the county magistrate, chief clerk, clerk, etc., they were all appointed.

Of course, another memorial approved the tenth rank official system.

If the county magistrate and county magistrate are equivalent to the chief or deputy director, it is probably... actually confirmed that the existence of section-level officials is allowed in the new county, which is definitely an unprecedented event in the Ming Dynasty.

The county magistrate was Lu Xiangsheng. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jing began to classify the leaders of each street and alley.

All of a sudden, the civil servants and military officials from all over Qingpingfang went crazy.

These were originally just children, but after being recruited by Zhang Jingyi for a livelihood, they have now become street leaders or county chiefs. They never expected that they could become officials.

Of course, this is an official who is not even a tenth grade, but for a person who is not even a scholar, this is the accumulation of virtue of his ancestors and the ancestral grave is filled with smoke.
Chapter completed!