Chapter 171

The waiter looked at Yin Guangbo's green and yellow complexion and couldn't help smashing his mouth.

Just now, with a flattering smile on your face, he put it away in an instant. With a cold face, he disdained and said, "I thought you were well dressed, but you turned out to be a man without money. How dare you eat in the inn like this?"

Yin Guangbo's face was even more embarrassed.

Before leaving, Bingwen gave him five hundred taels of silver for a rainy day.

But where would he accept it? When he went out, he put it on the bookcase.

Now, there are less than twenty liang of silver in my pocket.

He didn't know that such a few restaurants would open their mouths.

Although Xiao Zimu didn't have the concept of money, he looked embarrassed and winked at Xin Ya.

Xinya understood, took out the silver ingot from his arms, threw it on the table and said, "here's the money, let me talk about it."

The waiter took the money and immediately opened a flower on his face. He made a polite apology to Xin Ya: "yes, what I taught you is that I was really anxious just now."

Yin Guangbo didn't dare to stop Xin Ya this time. He was really shy in his pocket.

But he was unwilling and scolded the waiter: "you're called a black shop. Aren't you afraid of being sealed up by the government?"

"Seizure?" The waiter hissed, but laughed. Looking at his eyes, it seemed as if Yin Guangbo had told a big joke. After breathing well, he continued: "I'm afraid it's your first time to come to our ancient Anhui?"

"So what? You can deceive the guests the first time you come?" Yin Guangbo argued.

"That's not what you mean. If you wander around the city, you'll know if we're cheating." The waiter wanted to hum coldly. After seeing Xin Ya's dark face, he still piled up a smile.

"What does that mean?" Xiao Zimu frowned and asked.

"You'll know if you go for a walk by yourself. Don't look at these four dishes and one soup. If you want to eat again in a few days, it's estimated that it will cost a hundred Liang." The waiter arched his hand and retreated on his own.

Yin Guangbo was struck by thunder again.

"Young master, I have to go to work quickly and then seal up this black shop." Yin Guangbo recovered, leaned forward towards Xiao Zimu, lowered his voice and said.

"Fifty Liang is very expensive?" Xiao Zimu asked when he looked at him in such a panic.

"That's not true. Now the tenant farmers in the rich areas of the south of the Yangtze River only produce ten stones of grain a year, and they all sell only fifteen liang of silver. Do you think it's expensive now, young master?" Yin Guangbo remembered that the master didn't spend money himself.

This is a metaphor to let him know how much fifty Liang silver is worth.

"Look at the tone of the waiter. I'm used to it. I'm afraid it's not the only inn." After hearing this, Xiao Zimu's face changed and his eyebrows became cold.

Yin Guangbo understood what Xiao Zimu meant. He wanted to seal up the store.

As everyone knows, maybe every inn in the whole city is like this.

Then it is impossible for the government not to know

If the government knows, it is deliberately connivance and collusion between officials and businessmen.

"Let's go out of town first." Xiao Zimu saw a suddenly enlightened look on Yin Guangbo's face. Knowing that he understood the meaning of his words, he got up and walked outside the store.

Yin Guangbo quickly followed, and Xin Ya followed.

As they walked along the market, they found that the whole city was extremely depressed, the streets were deserted and there were few people.

They came to ancient Anhui from the capital, and many cities of different sizes had been occupied along the way.

I have never seen such a scene. Even a small town is much more lively than this ancient Anhui.

"Young master, come and see the price of rice." Yin Guangbo was squatting at the door of a rice shop and called to Xiao Zimu.

Xiao Zimu walked over and looked at the price of the rice. It cost 15 Liang per kilogram. How can the people afford it?

"If you want to buy it early, it will have to rise in a few days." The owner of the rice shop is depressed and likes to buy or not.

Yin Guangbo smelled that his pretty face was red and was about to scold him when Xiao Zimu stopped him.

"The price of rice here is like this?" Xiao Zimu grabbed a handful in his hand and looked carefully. It was no different.

"Hey, you can take it easy. You have to pay for every grain." When the owner of the rice shop saw that he had caught a handful, he quickly scolded him.

"Since I asked you, I'll give you a good reply." Xin Ya pulled out the sword for three points and scolded the boss.

When the strong men on both sides of the rice shop saw that someone was making trouble, they drew close and looked like you wanted to try again.

"I just ask, don't hurt the harmony." Xiao Zimu smiled, put the rice in his hand in the basin, and looked at Xin Ya.

"Well, talk well. Don't worry, young master. We don't say anything else in ancient Anhui. The price of rice is the same everywhere. This is the price set by the government." When the owner of the rice shop saw that Xin Ya took back his sword, Xiao Zimu had another pleasant expression.

He was born handsome and gentle.

This smile made the rice shop owner feel like a spring breeze, so he chatted with him.

As soon as the rice shop owner's voice fell, Xiao Zimu and Yin Guangbo looked at each other. They were clear but surprised.

They guessed early in the morning that the government knew about it.

But I didn't think that the price of rice in the city is set directly by the government.

"I wonder why there are so few people in this city?" Xiao Zimu then nagged with the owner of the rice shop.

"Childe, it's from other places. There is famine every year in our place. Where is it more lively than other cities." The owner of the rice shop also sighed.

Xiao Zimu frowned and made trouble every year?

At the age of 14, he went to the court to discuss affairs. Although he never asked, he generally knew it.

But the famine in ancient Anhui was never reported.

"Didn't the government provide disaster relief?" Xiao Zimu asked.

"Don't be ridiculous, young master. I can't tell you anything about the government. Anyway, the price of rice here is just like this. I'm really kind. I advise you to buy more as soon as possible and keep it one price a day." When talking about the government, the owner of the rice shop didn't want to say more. He meant to see off guests both inside and outside.

Xiao Zimu got up wisely, thanked the boss, and took Yin Guangbo away.

They looked at several rice shops along the street, and the prices were the same.

Each family also inquired about it. When it came to the government, they prevaricated and kept silent.

"Young master, where can people in ancient Anhui city eat?" Yin Guangbo's heartstrings trembled as he looked at the food at exorbitant prices.

He really shouldn't have said such words in front of the prince.

But now seeing this situation, can he open his eyes and lie and flatter Xiao Zimu? Now the people of ancient Anhui have plenty of clothes and food?

Xiao Zimu nodded, knew clearly in his heart, and said to Yan Guangbo.

"Let's go to ordinary people's homes first, and then go to the government!"