The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

"Oh, right." Thinking of something, Xue Zhiyi said, "I have something more important to ask you."

"You said."

"What is the relationship between Chai Yue and the prefectural governor Chai's family?" Xue Zhiyi asked, "Chai Yue once said that her family was a minor official in Jiangzhou. Could they be the same clan as the prefectural governor Chai?"

Huo Wuyou chuckled and shook his head: "If they are not from the same clan, then they are one family. Chai Xun is Chai Yue's father."

Hearing this, Xue Zhiyi was shocked: "The prefect is still a minor official?"

"Chai Xun's official position was promoted step by step. When Chai Yue entered the palace, Chai Xun was indeed not the prefect yet." Huo Wuyou said.

Xue Zhiyi looked suspicious, "She said her family treated her badly, so they haven't contacted her for many years. But even so, how could she not know about her family's promotion? Either she felt that the Chai family treated her so badly, so she was ashamed to mention it, so she just glossed over it in such a vague way, or there is something wrong with her identity."

Huo Wuyou understood: "Maybe what you said makes sense."

Seeing that Xue Zhiyi seemed to be in a better mood, he took the initiative to ask her: "Shall we go out for a walk tomorrow?"

It's better to go out for a walk than to stay in this depressing house.

"Where are you going?" Xue Zhiyi asked him.

Huo Wuyou said, "I am here on the orders of the Emperor. I should understand the people's sentiments on His Majesty's behalf, shouldn't I?"

"Okay." Xue Zhiyi didn't want to make him feel disappointed, so he didn't refuse.

……

The next day.

The two of them went out early in the morning, but saw that people in the streets of Jiangzhou were not having a good time.

Although the surging river water did not affect the main city, it destroyed fertile farmland and caused food prices to soar.

Not only that, many villages and towns were washed away by the river water and collapsed mountains. The people had no means of survival and had to flock into the city.

When he first arrived at the Tang Mansion yesterday, Xue Zhiyi already felt it. Although the Tang Mansion was a wealthy family and not short of food and clothing, they were using last year's stale rice and had almost no fresh vegetables.

Outside the government's porridge stall, people held their bowls and lined up for hours just to have that little bit of porridge made from brown rice and wheat bran.

"I'm afraid there isn't much grain left in Jiangzhou." Xue Zhiyi said.

"Yes." Huo Wuyou answered, "Especially since the relief grain was robbed, and then the official road collapsed and couldn't be used, the food from outside couldn't come in either. We could only rely on manpower to carry it in bit by bit along the mountain road we took yesterday. It was like a drop in the bucket. This porridge shed can hardly hold on any longer."

Xue Zhiyi sighed: "If this continues, I'm afraid that this kind of porridge that is hard to swallow will become a luxury."

As they were talking, a disaster victim who was standing in line was looking at them. Hearing what they said, he sneered: "If you think this food is unpalatable, why don't you go and buy fine grains at a high price? You don't look like people who are short of money. Of course you don't like the food we eat to survive."

The two looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the victim had a dissatisfied look on his face, as if he had taken what they said out of context to mean "Why don't you eat meat porridge?"

But Xue Zhiyi quickly grasped the message in his words and asked, "Do you know where I can buy fine grain?"

The disaster victim thought, they are indeed spoiled young masters and young ladies.

He pointed in a direction and said, "If you have money, go to Dingfeng Grain Store. They have fine grains there, and wealthy families buy them there. But their grain is the same price as gold, so if you are picky, just buy from them."

Xue Zhiyi and Huo Wuyou looked at each other and immediately went in that direction.

"Do you think there is a problem?" Huo Wuyou asked her.

"Yes." Xue Zhiyi said, "Jiangzhou is a rich place, and there are many wealthy families. If we need to supply them, the amount will not be small. I'm afraid that the food carried in by manpower alone will not be enough."

……

Dingfeng Grain Store.

Xue Zhiyi and Huo Wuyou offered high prices, and finally persuaded the owner of the store to come out and negotiate with them.

The owner of the grain store was a man in his twenties, with a plump figure and a wealthy appearance.

Just this face, the moment Xue Zhiyi recognized it, he almost gasped, and almost subconsciously wanted to cover his face and leave.

"What's wrong?" Huo Wuyou noticed that something was wrong with her.

Xue Zhiyi whispered in his ear: "He is... Fu Zixian."

Fu Zixian is Fu Wei's eldest son who often manages his business. He is Fu Ling's nephew and Xue Zhiyi's former cousin.

Although she hadn't seen this cousin for five years, Xue Zhiyi couldn't guarantee whether Fu Zixian would recognize her.

But Fu Zixian just stared at her for a moment, and suddenly said: "This girl looks familiar, I wonder where I have seen her before?"

"We often live in Jiangzhou, so it's possible that we met by chance." Xue Zhiyi said.

Hearing this, Fu Zixian suddenly smiled and said, "In that case, would you be so kind as to find some time to have a chat in the teahouse?"

Fu Zixian is born fat, but he doesn't look simple and honest. His eyes, which have been squeezed smaller by the fat, look a little vulgar.

Huo Wuyou knocked on the table and said, "Boss, we are here to discuss business today. Are you staring at other people's wives like this? Do you want them to smash your store?"

Xue Zhiyi suddenly looked at the person beside her. Under the table, she stepped on Huo Wuyou's instep, but did not deny it.

After all, the Fu family was a merchant family. Before confirming the identities of Huo Wuyou and the others, it was not a good idea to offend them rashly. After knowing that the woman in front of him was already married, he lost interest in the matter in an instant and could only apologize, "Brother, you are too kind, too kind."

Seeing that Fu Zixian didn't recognize him, Xue Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Come to think of it, she was only twelve or thirteen years old five years ago, while Fu Zixian was around twenty years old. The appearance of a twenty-year-old and a twenty-five-year-old is almost the same, but the appearance between the ages of twelve and seventeen can change greatly.

"I wonder how much food you two want?" Fu Zixian asked.

Huo Wuyou held up two fingers and said, "Fine rice, 200 dan."

Fu Zixian was stunned: "Our grain store can only supply 5 dan of fine rice a day at most, 200 dan. I'm afraid we have to wait until the flood is over. By then, we can have as much as you want."

Looking at the two men, he asked, "Which family are you from? Why do you need so much rice?"

Huo Wuyou only said, "We are not a wealthy family. We are just a grain dealer like your store. However, your store is in the city and has no shortage of buyers. But you don't know that besides Jiangzhou Prefecture, there are many small towns and some wealthy families. They are used to eating fine grains and have never endured such hardships. It's a pity that the roads in many small towns have also been washed away, and they can't get fine grains."

He shook his head helplessly, "I have a small business, and I can't send people out to carry food every day. First, the journey is long, and second, it is time-consuming and laborious. So I can only buy ready-made food from your store, and then have people deliver it to those nobles' homes little by little. For me, the journey is not too long, and for them, it is also convenient. When the time comes, no matter how much money it is, they will be happy to do it."

After hearing this, Fu Zixian frowned and said, "Brother, this is not how you do business. Not to mention the 200 dan, you can't transport it without a carriage. Even if you do, if those wealthy families don't buy it, won't you lose a lot?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Wuyou said sincerely: "Please give me some advice."

The Fu family has such a large industry, so they must have the ability to do business.

Fu Zixian talked freely: "Since you want to sell, shouldn't you try to sell the grain first? Do you have to buy the goods for a long time before the official road is reopened? I don't mind having too many customers, but I also think it's too troublesome to run through these channels. If someone can open up this trade route for me, I hope it can be a win-win situation."

Huo Wuyou looked as if he had suddenly realized something, and asked again, "What do you mean by win-win situation?"

Seeing Huo Wuyou like this, looking like he had no business acumen but dressed very luxuriously, Fu Zixian guessed that he was most likely a business dandy who had no ability but was eager to achieve something.

Thinking of this, he said, "This is easy. I can sell the grain to you at a price lower than the market price, but you have to give me a portion of your profit."

Huo Wuyou suddenly became alert: "How much do you want?"

"Don't worry, it's not much, just one in a thousand." Fu Zixian said, "Not only that, I can also sell the grain to you at half the market price."

Huo Wuyou was puzzled: "Why are you helping me so much?"

"Listen to me." Fu Zixian explained: "However, you have to give me two thousandths of your profit on the second day, and double it on the third day, and so on."

Seeing Huo Wuyou pondering the feasibility of this matter, Fu Zixian immediately said: "I also know that doing business is not easy, so at the beginning, I am willing to make concessions so that you can continue this business. After all, our grain store is not the kind of store that will force customers to death just to make money."