Luo Fengtang's head was full of black lines, "I'm already the father of two children, and I'm an old man. Who else is worried about him?"

Yang Ruoqing made a face: "What's wrong with the father of two children? As long as a man has that evil heart and courage, an eighty-two-year-old man will still marry an eighteen-year-old girl."

Luo Fengtang looked helpless and freed up a hand to rub Yang Ruoqing's hair: "The more I talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes. You know what kind of person I am. Qing'er, please stop teasing me and sit down!"

Yang Ruoqing stuck out her tongue playfully and sat down obediently.

The two of them were close to each other, and she was still holding one of his arms, which made her feel at ease.

When we arrived at the county town, our first stop was naturally to go to Xu Mang, Luo Fengtang’s sworn brother, to pay New Year’s greetings.

I made new clothes, various snacks, and local specialties for the children of Xu Mang's family.

Xu Mang used to be a member of the three sects and nine sects in the county town, and he had some exposure to both black and white sects.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang first came to the county to open a restaurant, and received a lot of care from Xu Mang.

Later, the restaurant became popular, and other businesses derived from it also grew bigger and bigger. When the two of them worked together, it was better to benefit oneself than to benefit others.

Xu Mang is righteous, forthright and reliable.

So in the past two years, I invited Xu Mang to work together, and we all made money and became rich together.

The Xu family's life is getting better and better. On the basis of the original yard, they also bought the yard of the family next door.

The middle courtyard wall was opened, turning it into a two-entry courtyard, and the furniture in the house was also replaced with brand new ones.

Horse-drawn carriages are also used to get in and out. This configuration is considered well-known in Wanghai County.

Xu Mang and his wife warmly received Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, and then Yang Ruoqing took the time to visit Magistrate Zou's house.

On the second day after the couple returned from the county seat, official notices from the government were posted at the entrance of the county government office and at the Wasichikou entrance in Qingshui Town.

The thought of literacy immediately made the people nearby burst into laughter. Those who were happy were even more happy and excited than the New Year that had not yet passed away.

The good news quickly swept through Changping Village like a hurricane, and the people rushed to tell each other.

No, all the women washing clothes by the pond at the entrance of the village are talking about this.

"Yesterday I came back from my parents' home in a neighboring town to pay New Year's greetings. I heard they said that the price of rice will be reduced. The price will be the same as before. Have you heard?"

"Why haven't you heard about it? My father went to the town to inquire about this matter, and he said that there was indeed a notice posted at Washikou."

"But the rice hasn't arrived yet, and it's still unavailable to buy outside. Could it be that the notice is fake?"

"Hey, how can the notice be fake? There are officers and soldiers guarding it, and there is a government seal on it, so it can't be fake."

"But just a notice can't do anything. The key is to have the goods. Those unscrupulous businessmen have hoarded so much rice and just won't take it out. What can just a notice do?"

"Yes, yes, if you don't see a rabbit, you won't let go of the hawk. The rice must be put out for sale..."

"..."

For a time, there were many different opinions, including everything.

Xiaojuan was also washing clothes here in the pond. When she heard these words, she didn't even bother to wash her clothes, piled them into the basin and ran back home.

Yang Huaming was also worried in the house. He also went to town early this morning and heard the news.

"Fourth brother, what should we do? If this is true, wouldn't we have to die?"

Xiaojuan told Yang Huaming everything she heard from the other side of the pond.

Yang Huaming became even more annoyed, his brows twisted into knots.

"Okay, okay, stop talking. I know. I'm just thinking about it!" he said.

"Fourth brother, if you can't help it, go to Qing'er's place. She told you the news two days ago. Maybe she really knows the inside story." Xiaojuan said again.

Yang Huaming summed it up and nodded, "I'm going to find out what she's talking about right now."

…

"Fourth uncle, what you should say is that I told you that day, but you didn't listen. Now you come to me in a hurry, but I can't do anything. This is the government's decision."

Yang Ruoqing's family is having breakfast. The bowls of adults and children are filled with rice porridge, which is not ambiguous at all.

When Yang Huaming took a look, he saw that there was enough rice and there was no need to worry about running out of food.

He felt even fainter, and his eyes shifted from the white porridge on the table to Yang Ruoqing, with a smile on his face.

"Qing'er, I heard what you said. No, I'm thinking about selling rice."

"It's just that we haven't had time yet, and the government's actions are too fast. As soon as this announcement comes out, will the government's rice grains also have to be allocated later?"

Yang Huaming rubbed his hands and asked cautiously.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and took a meat bun in her hand. She skillfully picked out the meatball stuffing with chopsticks and gave it to Baby Luo next to her. She also raised her eyelids and glanced at Yang Huaming.

"It's definitely going to be fast, just these two days, so Fourth Uncle, you have to hurry up, otherwise, when the government's grain is sold, you will have to hoard the high-priced grain and eat it yourself."

Yang Ruoqing took a bite of the bun and chewed it with relish.

Yang Huaming stood there, confused.

Seeing this, Luo Fengtang took a meat bun and handed it to Yang Huaming: "Fourth uncle, don't stand there. You want to eat a meat bun too?"

Yang Huaming shook his head, how could he still be in the mood to eat meat buns?

Yang Ruoqing sneered, "Fourth uncle, you can just eat it. There is no need to save wheat flour for us. It is everywhere in Wa City. As long as you have money, you can buy it. You can eat it!"

These words made Yang Huaming want to cry without tears.

Luo Fengtang took one look at the situation and secretly winked at Yang Ruoqing, telling her to stop being sarcastic.

Yang Ruoqing must give Luo Fengtang face.

She chewed the bun in silence and listened to Luo Fengtang saying to Yang Huaming: "Fourth uncle, as I said before, don't do anything speculative."

"We have definite news here. The government's food will be allocated in the next two days."

"You'd better go back and tidy up quickly and sell it as soon as possible."

…

The next morning, a high platform like a singing stage was set up at the yamen entrance of Qingshui Town.

Bags of golden rice are stacked neatly.

Officials guarded both sides of the high platform, and ordinary people from eight villages in ten miles were carrying bags, basins, and buckets.

There was a long queue waiting to buy rice and wheat flour.

The price is fair and just, the kind it would have been under normal circumstances.

More than half an hour later, the good news reached Changping Village, and everyone rushed to Qingshui Town to buy it.

Yang Huaming and Xiaojuan were crying in the room without tears.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Huaming stood under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, holding a pair of gongs, and shouted his slogan.
Chapter completed!