Huo Bao was satisfied with a meal of "Supreme Eight Treasures" and also made Xue Xiao put away his previous contempt.

When the two left Wangjiang Tower, the boats on the Qinhuai River were full of red lanterns.

Huo Bao is here, and even if Xue Xiao has a plan, he will not dare to take him onto the flower boat.

The two of them walked out of the city again.

Huo Bao was calm and relaxed. Xue Xiao thought about the situation just now, and was somewhat uncomfortable, and showed off a little, "The ambassador of Jinling Guancang has an old age with our master."

"Is Uncle Qi's Chen Liang brought it through this ambassador?"

"Well, it's him. He is an eighth-rank official, but his cousin is a magistrate."

The Tongzong, also known as the "Banfu", is the prefect and the assistant official, and is responsible for salt, grain, and public security.

Huo Bao glanced at Xue Xiao.

This is because he said earlier that he would calculate the cost for Xue Biao at a market price of 90%. Do you want to get more food?

The Xue family's grain was stored half a year ago. The market price was lower than that now, so the cost was naturally lower.

This is about the new grain part. The old grain collected from the official warehouse will be even cheaper.

According to the current market price of 90% is transferred to Huo Bao, which is definitely a double profit.

Although Xue Xiao was arrogant, he knew the importance and would not act behind Xue Biao's back.

These words were revealed by Xue Biao.

Summer grain will be ready in one month, and the price of grain will be lowered at that time.

The ambassador of the official warehouse releases the old grain at this time, and he earns a difference in price, so he is definitely willing.

Huo Bao smiled.

"Don't be afraid of too much food, more food will be better! We'll have to ask for all the money we've made, but we'll have to make up for it in a while."

"I want it any more? Is this the largest official warehouse in Jiangnan?"

"You need it! You need to put it in as much as you want. The crops in the north will only be harvested in September, and it takes three or four months to transport grain to earn the difference!"

Xue Xiao looked at Huo Bao and his mouth twitched.

I'm afraid this is a fool?

Really expect this to get rich?

If you transport grain for hundreds of miles, you won’t make any money. If you spend more money on the way, you may even lose money.

A child who is "talking about war on paper" is not so easy to do!

Xue Xiao despised him in his heart, but did not speak out to dissuade him.

Regardless of whether Huo Bao loses or not, the Xue family makes money anyway.

Huo Bao is also counting the time. Huainan and Huainan are in chaos. Are other places still far away?

Even if the summer harvest is harvested or autumn harvested, the price of grain cannot be reduced.

At that time, there are more forces who want to store grain, and the price of grain will only rise again.

Among the three items of "grain, salt, and iron", Huo Baoyuan did not expect that grain could make money, and it was a success to supply the troops and military supplies to several parties. Unexpectedly, great things were waiting here.

In this way, grain transactions have become the main point, and someone has to focus on them.

Zhu Qiang and Du Laoba went to Songjiang, Hou Xiaoming went to Changzhou to play the front station, Qu Yang kept Huo Bao and Liang Zhuang, and Zhu Gang was left by his side.

Nowadays, mule carts carry capacity are limited, and a car costs twenty taels of carts for one hundred stones, and a car can transport up to five stones of grain.

One hundred stones a day will cost twenty mule carts.

Huo Bao still has to be transferred out to be responsible for this matter.

As for the more than 800 child soldiers left behind, it was just right to transport grain in rotation.

Back at the grain shop, there was a room for free from the manager, Huo Bao and Xue Xiao.

Both of them asked someone to send paper and pen, and the lights were on for half a night.

The next day, Huo Bao sent Zhu Gang to deliver the letter in person, and Xue Xiao also sent his confidant to cross the river.

Xue Xiao didn't know what he was busy with, but Huo Bao was not idle and went to the city.

He went to several iron shops and asked about the price of pig iron. Pig iron last year was 15 cents per pound, but now it has doubled by 30 cents.

The price of grain will increase in annual food shortage, and the pig iron production will not decrease with the weather, so why has it also increased?

The Jiangnan is not peaceful, and some people have privately hoarded pig iron.

The swords, guns and equipment are made by the official iron tools. Street iron shops only buy and sell civilian iron tools, iron pots, hatchets, kitchen knives, hoes, and sickles.

"How much does it cost to chop a hatchet? How many days does it take?" Huo Bao asked, "I asked the hatchet in my hand."

The hatchet is one foot or eight long and has a thick back, which is about the same weight as the goose feather knife, between one and a half pounds and two pounds.

"One hundred and fifty cents, fifty cents of deposit, two days of manual work."

Huo Bao nodded and took out a piece of silver from his purse: "Take twenty first, how long is the fastest time to get it?"

The blacksmith smiled silly and took over the silver: "It's not a meticulous job. My two sons can do it. If you do it for a while at night, you can get it twice a day, and it will be too awesome!"

Huo Bao nodded and handed over another tael of silver: "If I get it ten days, this tael of silver will be a supplement for the masters' midnight snack; if I get it for half a month, this tael of silver will be a deposit in advance... As for whether it is a sickle or a hoe next time, I will talk about it when I go back and ask my father."

The blacksmith looked embarrassed.

This is to raise the price by fast delivery, but unexpectedly, Huo Bao would not be the sucker. He would rather be the reward of this tael of silver than directly add the labor fee.

Huo Bao turned around and left the blacksmith shop.

He was not stingy with the one or two taels of silver, but he was unwilling to make trouble.

Twenty hatchets are quite large, and they are just chopping hatchets.

If he was held by a blacksmith, he would seem to be sneaky and shameless.

But coming to this blacksmith shop has also expanded Huo Bao's thinking.

Originally, he wanted to sell pig iron, but in fact, even if he sells flowers, the profit of pig iron is limited.

What if it is not selling pig iron?

If you sell weapons, the profit will double.

But the weapons and craftsmen are registered by the government, so they have to find a suitable one.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Huo Bao went to Chengshanfang again.

This is the old house of the Jia family.

There are two teahouses in Fangkou, and Huo Bao entered the crowded house, went to the second floor, and sat by the window.

Tea lovers are all idle people nearby, and they are talking about idle articles.

"That master wants to make money again!"

"What kind of tricks? I have collected several times this month and have done my birthday in advance. What kind of tricks are there?"

"I want to celebrate my mother's birthday!"

"Huh? Didn't it mean that Tingai had a hard time getting back on the verge of hardships before, why did he celebrate my birthday again?"

"Let me find an eighteen stepmother, and this one is so respectful."

"Tsk tsk! It's really fresh!"

After eating two bites of tea, Huo Bao also felt that this was new.

This prefect is so unscrupulous in slapping the ground? Is he crazy, or is the person behind him crazy?

This is simply a stance to make a fortune. This post has been three years, and now there are so many stories in less than three months.

The prefect of a place is a great man in the eyes of the people, but there are many people who are in charge of the head.

Without a backer, how could he be so bold?

He made 400,000 taels of money in the name of repairing the city walls, and 50,000 taels of money in the name of strengthening public security...

Huo Bao was heartbroken.

"Mrs. Jia began to look at each other... The Jia family is not calm again..."

"Aren't the Jia family's grandfathers all married? Are you looking for a grandson's wife?"

"What granddaughter-in-law, find a house for Mr. Jia..."

"Grandma is not dead yet, she is starting to look for someone? Can the Zhen family let her go?"

"What's the point of making a fuss when I came to the door? Zhen has been ill for several months, but now she just endured it and she will die."

"Then you can't look for a house to fill it out at this time, so ruthless."

"Didn't it mean that the two brothers have been separated from their clans? Why does Mrs. Jia still care?"

"With Mr. Jia's biological father here, I'm happy to worry about my son!"

"Bah! Dear me? I think my son's reputation is not bad, he is even more ruthless than his stepfather!"

Huo Bao took out a bunch of money, got the account, and went down the teahouse.

The news I heard here is similar to what Huo Bao asked about before.

The relationship between the Jia brothers and the family is in a state of great power and cannot be resolved.

Even if the Jia brothers wanted to take a step back, their stepmother would not agree.

The two stepsons who were suppressed by the family were of great difference from the two stepsons who were released from military positions.

If the two brothers return to the family, the stepmother and their children will be suppressed.

Even though Jia Yuan knew about the news in Chuzhou, he still gave Huo Wuyi's weapons. This is the choice.
Chapter completed!