Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Two days passed in a flash, and a strange thing happened in Taiyuan City.

The price of potatoes, which are used as winter storage grains, suddenly soared, and as a result, other grains also rose slightly.

Listening to Wang Zhenzhen's complaint after returning from grocery shopping, Xu San put down the newspaper in his hand and said, "The price increase is normal. Isn't it going to be winter?"

"But this is food! I don't know how many people will not be able to survive this winter due to the price increase." Wang Zhenzhen said with a little resentment, "I want to write a report to denounce these profiteers."

Xu San put down the newspaper and said softly, "How about serializing a short story for a few days. I have read several articles about ancient Chinese disaster relief officials fighting against local grain merchants. When you write it, you can use it as Reference, eh."

Xu San pondered for a moment, "You can write it by gathering some contents from Das Kapital."

"Das Kapital? I haven't finished reading that book yet, and I don't understand many things."

"It's okay, I don't understand much either. We can communicate with each other when writing."

"Teacher, you are too polite. There is nothing you don't understand." Wang Zhenzhen said, carrying the vegetables and walking into the kitchen, "I will cook today."

My little life was full of warmth, and Xu San knew the reason for the price increase.

The most effective medium for making rapeseed is a kind of potato produced in Shandong. In order to cultivate enough, the water supply team will of course purchase it in large quantities.

Although the quantity they purchased was not much, profiteers did not think so, so they took the opportunity to increase the price.

Now Wang Zhenzhen's articles have some weight in Taiyuan City and are well-known. Although the negative reviews are greater than the positive reviews, she is still considered a small celebrity in Taiyuan. Many people are scolding and waiting to read. Fortunately, the "Evening News" They protect Wang Zhenzhen very well, otherwise things like rotten eggs and rotten persimmons would probably be thrown into their house.

Today’s dinner is Chinese style, including shredded potatoes with vinegar, spicy bean skin and meat, mustard vermicelli and miso soup. In order to make up for it, Xu San specially made a three-no-stick dessert.

They are all relatively light dishes, especially the three-no-stick dish. Both girls are very satisfied.

The three of them sat around the Eight Immortals table, and Xu San told Wang Zhenzhen about the methods often used in online articles to control food prices.

It was considered a poorly used plot in later generations, but the two girls were fascinated by it and were always wary of the protagonist in the story.

When food prices finally stabilized and people were able to buy affordable food, the two girls finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Miyako let out the turmoil in his heart and said, "What a wonderful story. Is there really such a powerful person in the history of China?"

"There should be. Maybe the real history is more thrilling than the story. Destroying people's wealth is like killing their parents. These profiteers can do anything if they are pressed. At least in the stories I told, there is no such thing as assassination. Dirty means." Xu San said after drinking the Fulgen in the cup.

"I already have a draft." Wang Zhenzhen put down the bowl and chopsticks and said with a bad smile.

"Tell me about it." Xu San also looked at Wang Zhenzhen with a smile.

"Speak slowly and I'll clean up the dishes!" Miyako also said with a smile.

"I'll do it." Wang Zhenzhen stood up and started to clean up.

"No, it's more important for you to talk about business. I really envy you. As a woman, you can have your own career."

"Master Wife, you can do it too. When your Yagyu family's dojo opens, won't you also have your own business?"

Miyako smiled and did not answer. The Yagyu family's dojo belonged to the Yagyu family and had little to do with her. She was envious of Wang Zhenzhen for being able to make her own decisions and carve out a world for herself. After some humility, Wang Zhenzhen sat down and told Xu San the outline of her story.

Not bad, now Wang Zhenzhen is very good at attracting attention, and people will probably scold him again after writing the story, but this time it will be those grain merchants who took the opportunity to increase prices.

Xu San picked his teeth with a toothpick, and then said, "Change the setting of the story to the early years of the Republic of China. It was a turbulent time. The background of the era is more suitable."

Wang Zhenzhen nodded and continued to ask, "The protagonist's surname is Jiang, the heroine's surname is Song, and the villain's surname is Kong."

Xu San's suggestion made Wang Zhenzhen think for a moment, and then she spoke again, "With your name, there's still someone missing the surname Chen?"

"We've arranged a supporting role."

"Teacher, what is your intention?" Wang Zhenzhen asked.

"Didn't I say we need to have a sense of belonging? Using these surnames can make profiteers have a more sense of belonging, and it's also easier for them to figure it out."

Jiang, Song, Kong and Chen were the four major families during this period. It can be said that these families basically controlled the lifeblood of China.

Xu San connected these surnames into the story as a tentative idea.

Too far away is an enemy-occupied area and a Japanese-controlled area. It is safer than criticizing Sanghuai like this in a Kuomintang-controlled area. Moreover, Wang Zhenzhen's Japanese-style pen name will also provide him with some protection.

This time he asked Wang Zhenzhen to write about food prices, their methods of controlling food prices, and the corresponding methods. He had another purpose.

In the great famine of 1942, millions of people died.

Xu San wouldn't believe it even if he said that the famine had nothing to do with them, so Xu San gave these profiteers a shot in advance.

Drinking tea made by Miyako, recalling the plot of "1942" and recounting the tragic situation of people dying of hunger everywhere.

As he spoke, Xu San heard Miyako sobbing slightly.

"Why are you crying?" Xu San asked.

"It's so tragic. I have always been protected by my family. I had no idea that such a tragic situation existed in the world." Miyako said while wiping her tears.

"Although it's tragic, isn't there still our great Locust Army involved?"

"Is the Locust Army involved in this story?" Wang Zhenzhen asked curiously.

"You decide whether to write it or not. But according to the level of disaster I just described, the military will definitely take action."

"Why, Wang Zhenzhen is very curious." As her knowledge increased, she was no longer a simple Japanese activist. At least now she could distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, so Xu San said that the military would take action. She was the first to express doubts.

"Stability! In fact, our military department hopes for a stable situation more than the Chinese government at some times. And the large number of victims is the most unstable factor, so I say the military department will definitely intervene."

Wang Zhenzhen thought for a while and said, "I understand! People are so hungry that they don't want any courtesy, justice or shame. So what should they get after the military takes action?"

"Reputation! A good reputation! With this good reputation, you can stand firm on the battlefield of public opinion wars." Xu San said solemnly, "But your story is set in the early years of the Republic of China, so there is no need for the role of the locust army. There is too much to write, so I’ll just go over it in one stroke and spend a little more time writing about what the people want.” (End of this chapter)