Portable Space: Small Peasant Girls Farm to Get Rich

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was time to collect the grain.

Grain from Shiqing Village and Shiliu Village was also dried and put into the warehouse, leaving only the grain for sale outside the warehouse.

In Qianfeng Town, the outside of Yuezao Food Store was full of people. They all carried sacks on their shoulders and waited anxiously for the food store to open.

In the Yuezao grain shop, a shopkeeper and a waiter in blue robes hesitated when they heard the sound outside the door.

In the past two days, villagers around Qianfeng Town went to the grain store to sell new rice to replace brown rice. The backyard of the grain store is now filled with this year's new rice, while there is not much japonica rice and brown rice left.

After Zhou Xiuyun went to the Xinxian grain store, Liu Qingcao, the grain store in Qianfeng Town, no longer sold the rice grains in the space. Instead, he purchased them from outside and then resold them.

Now that the news of the war has spread, most people no longer want to sell rice, but pound and sell white rice. They cannot receive the rice, so they naturally cannot make a profit from it. Buying the white rice and then selling it for a penny is a loss-making business. Of course, the grain store will not buy in large quantities.

"Shopkeeper, there's no more space in the backyard, we can't take it anymore." The waiter listened to the voice outside the door and looked at the shopkeeper anxiously.

The shopkeeper sat on the stool, slapped his thigh and stood up.

"Go, open the back door. I'll go back to Shihe Village to find my employer. I'll leave in a while. When you see the opportunity, send a message to the people outside the door. Just say that the grain store is closed today and let everyone come back another day."

"Yes, little one, let's go."

The clerk didn't hesitate, turned around and opened the back door, and the shopkeeper followed him out.

The people outside the grain store did not expect the grain store owner to leave, and they still waited for the people inside to open the door.

The shopkeeper left Yuezao's grain store, walked quickly to the entrance of the town, got on an ox cart and headed to Shihe Village.

In Shihe Village, Liu Qingcao watched with a smile as loads of rice were stored in the shed. It was not until the last load of rice sank into the valley and Jiang Dafu closed the shed where the rice was stored that Liu Qingcao looked away.

The warehouse has just started to be built. The dried rice will not be sold and the warehouse cannot store it. The factory shed has to be built with a layer of stone slabs and wooden boards to temporarily store this season's rice.

"Qingcao, Wanli is coming to pull grain soon. There won't be any rain today. I think I can pull all the grain away before tomorrow. There's no need to worry about putting it in the shed and getting stuck in the ditch." Water vapor.”

Jiang Dafu patted the dust on his body and looked at the golden rice piled into hills with joy in his eyes.

Liu Qingcao nodded. The rice had been exposed to the sun for several times. If it was exposed to the sun again, it would easily crack. So she did not dry it anymore. It happened to be the day when Wan Li was coming to get food. She asked someone to pile the rice together and pour it. It is also very convenient to come to collect food at Wanli Zheng.

As for the warehouse, Liu Qingcao is not in a hurry. After all, the warehouse cannot be different from the factory shed. It will not be built for a while. He doesn't know if part of it can be built next spring so that the rice from the factory shed can be moved to the warehouse.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Tian and Brother Jiang Li, are the villagers there ready?"

"It was dried and harvested a few days ago. In the past few days, I have been waiting for Wan Li to go to collect grain. Your brother Tian said that the harvests in the two villages were very good. The villagers said they would come to thank you. He is thinking of you these days. I was too busy to do anything, so I put this matter to a later date." Jiang Dafu laughed, the gratitude in his eyes was beyond words.

Liu Qingcao smiled faintly, and just when he was about to refuse, he heard a shout from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was the shopkeeper hired by the morning grain shop in the town.

"Shopkeeper Song, why are you here?" Liu Qingcao waited for a short while before asking.

"Boss, a lot of people have come to the grain store these days, all bringing white rice in exchange for brown rice and japonica rice. The man went to harvest rice a few days ago and confiscated how much he brought up. Thinking that the white rice can also earn a penny, he also collected it. Alas. , I never thought that this situation was out of control. Now there is less than a kilogram of brown rice and japonica rice left in the grain store, and a yard of white rice.

Nowadays, the perimeter of the grain store is full of people. The young man doesn't know what to do, so he has to come to the owner to make up his mind. "Song Sheng regretted it endlessly. He had lived for more than thirty years and was good at calculating urine and urine. He didn't expect to make such a mistake today.

After listening to this, Liu Qingcao saw the deep regret on Shopkeeper Song's face, and did not intend to scold him anymore. At a small scale, this matter was not worth the profit and loss, and at a big scale, it was a backlog of rice grains.

The war was uncertain, and Yue Zao's grain store did not work with other grain stores to raise grain prices, and even exchanged grain with the people. Seeing this, other grain stores might have scolded her, the owner of the grain store, behind their backs.

"Shopkeeper Song, since you can't receive the grain, please slow down and put up a sign outside the grain store. White rice will be collected as usual. As for brown rice and japonica rice, let's say they are sold out."

Liu Qingcao thought for a while and decided not to take out the rice from the factory shed. After all, she planned to use the rice as cover and couldn't move it for the time being.

"Yes, my boss." Song Sheng paused and looked at Liu Qingcao, "My boss, I still have something to say."

"Shopkeeper Song, please tell me."

"My boss, officials from Wuzhou City came to our grain store to collect grain a few days ago. They also want white rice, and they want a lot of it.

At that time, it happened that the people in the town were buying rice. There was not much rice in the grain shop, so I didn't sell it. Recently, there was a lot of white rice. According to my boss, should we sell the accumulated white rice to the officials? "

Song Sheng told this matter just to see what his boss was going to do. Although the person in front of him was still young, after several contacts, he knew that she was not simple.

Liu Qingcao nodded to express her understanding. She had expected this. After all, it was so difficult to raise money in Qianfeng Town, and it was even more difficult in other state capitals.

"Just buy half and keep the rest as a backup. The people are already panicking before the war starts. It will only be more difficult to collect food in the future."

"Yes, boss, I'm going back right now." Song Sheng bowed and said goodbye.

Liu Qingcao looked at the people walking away and then at the factory shed behind him, silent.

"Qingcao, the grain store is running out of rice, why are you still selling it?" Jiang Dafu asked in confusion, thinking of what he heard in the town yesterday.

"Brother Jiang, as the war in the North changes, food stores everywhere will raise prices. When the time comes, people who are short of food and money will not be able to afford food. Over time, they will become refugees and eventually take risks."

"So, for the safety of our village, I will not increase the price of the grain store in Qianfeng Town, but the grain store has limited food. I have to think carefully about how to sell it then." Liu Qingcao explained.

After hearing Liu Qingcao's words, Jiang Dafu was surprised at first, and then fell silent for a long time.

"Qingcao is thoughtful. If it were me, I ask myself that I can't do it." Jiang Dafu sighed and spoke calmly.

Liu Qingcao smiled and did not answer Jiang Dafu.

If there was no space, Liu Qingcao couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't have the same idea as Jiang Dafu.

As an ordinary person, looking at the bleak world, she can only do ordinary things. In the end, she will be unable to deal with people in trouble.