BOOK-3

1850

Chapter 1850 I hope not

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The boy quickly helped the shopkeeper up and pulled him into the shop.

When the shopkeeper sat on the chair inside and took a sip of hot tea, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He stretched out his hand and also summoned the boy.

The boy came over quickly and stood in front of his shopkeeper. He really didn't know that the shopkeeper was so half-dead for such a good thing. He wouldn't have his money stolen, right?

"Close the shop, close the shop..."

The shopkeeper pointed outside and said weakly.

"Close the shop?"

The boy was still a little puzzled, "What kind of shop is it closed?"

"Grain shop."

The shopkeeper said again, 80% of the time, he would have used all his strength to suck the milk.

"Shopkeeper, why are you closing the shop?"

The boy didn't understand. This shop was running well, why should it be closed?

"Guan, go to Guan."

If the shopkeeper could move, what else would the servant do?

The boy scratched his head, and finally closed the shop as the shopkeeper said, and also hung up the words "inventory".

If you want to ask why the door of the shop is closed, the shopkeeper is also a sober person. He walked to Prince Shuo's Mansion once, and even the shopkeeper asked about the price of food. It seemed that the food shortage was , now alarming those wealthy people, and soon, the court will also be alarmed.

The disaster this year has been severe. He has closed his shop now, not because he is afraid of the court, but because he has run out of food to sell. What will he do if he starves to death?

His family has been in the rice and grain business for several lifetimes, and naturally he is also on top. He has a feeling that the grain is going to be in short supply, so the grain in the shop can no longer be sold.

And the closure of this grain store in the capital does not seem to be a big deal. For people who still live comfortably in the capital, if one grain store is closed, it does not mean that there are other stores.

Which family's grain is not grain, which family's rice is not rice.

Even the price of grain is rising day by day. At first, no one may have noticed it, but the poor people complained. After all, the money that could be used to sell fine grain can now only buy coarse grain.

But for wealthy people, more or less still doesn't make them think anything.

In Prince Shuo's Mansion, Shen Qingrong brought Xiao Tuanzi over to see his sister again.

Shen Qingci rubbed Tuanzi's little face for a long time, and Tuanzi had always been good-tempered, so she would let her aunt pinch his little face, and she would giggle from time to time.

It also made Shen Qingci very curious. It was fun for such a small child, but it was a pity that her little garden was returned. Otherwise, if the little garden was still there, she would be able to take it with her every day.

She poked Tuanzi's little face again and said, "The snacks made by the chef in the mansion are pretty good. I'll have someone make some for him later, but it's better not to be too sweet."