Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 444: Change of Weather_1

Chapter 444: Chapter 444: Change of Weather_1

Observing his worsening countenance, Uncle Ping weighed the pouch in his hand before smoothly changing the subject.

"However, since Manager Wang is here, I must go and inquire."

Uncle Ping’s usual composed solemnity disappeared, replaced by the smoothness unique to merchants. Paired with these words, they fell into Manager Wang’s ears and his heart suddenly brightened.

He had never considered that the seemingly upright Manager Ping was actually a shrewd man.

"Then I’ll trouble Manager Ping."

Manager Wang squinted his eyes in a smile, feeling that half of the matter was already settled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another pouch.

"This, is to treat Manager Ping to tea. Thank you for your hard work."

Feeling that the matter had proceeded smoothly, Manager Wang didn’t stay any longer. He drank the tea in satisfaction and happily went back to his own shop.

As long as Manager Ping was not as upright as they had thought, the lady of the city’s lord was just a gimmick.

He had said earlier that the lady of the city’s lord was just a sheltered woman, how could she understand business?

It now seemed likely that she not only didn’t understand business, but also didn’t understand how to win people’s hearts, otherwise why would Manager Ping so easily accept his silver?

The more Manager Wang thought about it, the more pleased he was.

Even the dirty accumulated snow on the roadside no longer disgusted him.

It’s good that it’s snowing. A heavy snow promises a plentiful year, next year will be a year of good harvest~

Humming a tune, Manager Wang’s face was full of smiles, and he felt the desolate street had become somewhat more appealing.

Seeing Manager Wang’s lively figure through the window on the second floor, Uncle Ping just gave a soft sarcastic laugh and weighed the two pouches in his hand.

According to him, there were only 10 taels of silver in here.

taels of silver...

Uncle Ping curled his lips, looking somewhat disdainful.

If Manager Wang’s grain shop was not small, how could he ask for help and only use such a small amount of silver to grease the wheels?

Either he was really stupid, or he was looking down on people. If it were in the past, he would just laugh and send them away with such a small amount of silver.

Now, well, don’t refuse what is given.

The owner is still worrying about the grain issue, these ten taels of silver could also be used to buy some grain back.

As for the grain prices, he was just a manager, how could he influence the owner’s thoughts?

The sky gradually darkened, and the common people who had been crowding the Grain Shop to buy grain finally lessened.

Seeing their panicked fleeing figures, Liao Da felt somewhat uncomfortable.

An Wazi was young, and didn’t understand the twists and turns within, only feeling that the business in the shop was good, and he was happy.

"You silly boy, what are you laughing about?" Wang Sheng ruffled his head, his face showing some helplessness.

The new year was approaching, and he didn’t know if they could get through these days.

"Brother Wang, the business in our shop is good today! The grain in our shop is almost sold out."

An Wazi had to run to the back warehouse three times today.

Ever since the Three Flavors Restaurant stopped doing food and beverage business, the kitchen and the cellar, along with a few empty rooms, were used to store grain.

His family was poor and he had never seen so much grain. When he saw the room full of grain bags, he almost dropped his eyes on the ground.

Wang Sheng and Liao Da looked at each other and both sighed.

The child was still young and didn’t understand.

This old heavens were strange, seriously not understanding his thoughts.

Lun Daliang, who couldn’t rest assured about home, looked for Nanzhi on the day the restaurant turned into a grain shop.

Nanzhi knew he was worried about home, so she just settled his wages and gave him a bag of grain.

Lin Xiaoquan was young, and Nanzhi wanted him to go back and hoard some grain as well. However, the boy was stouthearted and only used his wages to buy 300 pounds of grain from the shop to send back home, insisting on not leaving.

In his words, Nanzhi was a good owner, and the shop was short on people, so he couldn’t just leave.

After going in a circle, in the end, only the old people who were initially there stayed in the shop.

The new ones, although they didn’t want to leave, seeing the grain shop’s salary would be less, they all quit.

Nanzhi didn’t find them at fault either. She gave each of them 50 pounds of grain and let them go.

Now, aside from the Three Flavors Restaurant being converted into a grain shop, the small courtyard next door was also taken and the girls were taught how to make salted meat.

Yan City was known for its commerce, and the prices for oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar were very cheap. Almost 90% of the households would hoard several months’ worth of goods at home, so she didn’t need to worry about these things.

Moreover, the Yan City was so populous that she couldn’t possibly take care of everything.

All she could do was to take care of everything she could think of.

The originally tranquil and elegant small courtyard was now full of dried meats, with no end in sight.

She sold the dried meat cheaply, even losing three to five wen for every pound.

But even so, she had put a lot of silver into it.

The cured meat was sold cheaply, so she just said it was made from mixed meats, which couldn’t compare with those on the market. Thus, the wealthier families naturally wouldn’t be willing to spend silver on mixed meat, which allowed the poorer people to buy some.

She was losing over twenty taels a day. But as she looked at the increasingly thick layers of white snow, Nanzhi felt a tightening sensation in her heart.

These were still not enough.

The hands of the young girls in the courtyard had become swollen from the cold, resembling pig’s trotters. But knowing that these items could save lives, none of them would dare to slack off.

Xu Chou, who now had a value of thousands of taels, guessed some things and didn’t keep a single cent. He gave it all to Nanzhi to buy grain.

Unfortunately, the people she had sent out had lost contact.

December 28.

The weather cleared up unexpectedly once again.

The sunlight that fell on people no longer had the warmth of the past. It was now like a fragile layer of light, illuminating the ground for people to see.

There were only 600 pounds left in the cellar of Ms. Lin’s Grain Shop, which was cleared out within half a month.

There were still two thousand pounds of grain left in the county government’s warehouse.

Although it looked like a lot, compared to the two hundred thousand people, it seemed incredibly small.

The prices at other grain shops in the city have now soared to the astronomical prices of 30 wen per pound for stale rice and 50 wen for fresh rice. Those who didn’t manage to grab grain in Ms. Lin’s Grain Shop in the early days now regretted it to the point of being liver-hearted, but every time they went to the door to look, Ms. Lin’s Grain Shop was always tightly closed.

Even the people of the Lin family next door are busy working in the small yard.

Mrs. Lin looked at the meat in the basin and felt that her hands were sore and swollen.

When her daughter said that the weather was about to change and let them hoard some grain and cured meat at home, she thought it was because she was not doing well. But she didn’t expect it to be like back in Lihua village.

Now, looking at the increasingly strange sky, Mrs. Lin’s heart was pounding.

The heavens were angry and really didn’t care about the lives of these mortals.

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