The heavy snow seems to have no intention of stopping, and it continues from morning to night.
The villagers who originally wanted to take advantage of the situation finally couldn't sit still a few days later and walked out of their homes one after another.
Some people took machetes to the back mountains to cut firewood, and some braved the wind and snow to go to Fucheng, and when they came back they brought bad news to the village.
"What, the price of food has gone up?"
"How much has it gone up? Say it, say it!" "
You damn thief, black noodles cost ten cents a pound? Isn't this a robbery of money!" "
You won't leave us a way to survive. , it was five cents a pound a while ago, and it has doubled in just a few days!"
The news quickly spread throughout Shenjia Village.
In a small farmyard, the sixth uncle was wearing a cotton coat and sitting on the bedside, his brows were furrowed and he never relaxed.
In the room, there were many people circling back and forth anxiously.
"The price of food has risen too fast, and the snow has been falling non-stop. Dad, what should we do now?"
Is there really a snow disaster in Lin'an Mansion?
The room was silent.
After a long time, a loud command sounded in the room.
"Buy!"
"But if we save some food, it will be enough for the New Year."
That food is very expensive. Black flour costs ten cents a pound, let alone white flour and rice. The price will be at least twice as high. Ichiban.
Uncle Six had no doubts, "Buy it, you must buy it!"
"Not only does our family want to buy it, but you also have to tell the people in the village that it is best to buy it together!"
"Buy it together?"
No, no, we can't do this.
Shen Manyun's eyes widened and he shook his head like a rattle.
"Food is so expensive now. If the snowstorm doesn't come and the price drops, then won't our family just wait to be stabbed in the back?"
If the price of food continues to rise, and it really drops, the whole village will not jump into his family's pot. There's so much noise here!
As an upright person, he cannot be criticized.
The sixth uncle glanced at his son and snorted heavily.
"The price of food will not come down for a while. It will only get more expensive. The later you buy it, the more money you will spend." "There has been
a snowstorm in the north. Even if we are fine here, the price of food will not drop after the New Year. , when our family has finished eating, don't we have to buy it?"
Although the farmer has two acres of land, the yield in the field is low, and there is not much left after paying taxes and rents after autumn.
Because of this, most people would choose to sell their grain and use their money to buy cheap black noodles.
Shen Manyun thought for a moment and was finally convinced.
"Listen to your advice!"
The ancestral hall was opened that afternoon.
The rapid sound of gongs and drums reached the Shen family's courtyard. Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi looked at each other, and they both had guesses in their minds.
"I'll go take a look."
Shen Xingluo put on his cotton coat, opened the door and walked out of the courtyard.
Cheng Xi looked outside through the window, and saw a vast expanse of white that could not be seen beyond.
The heavy snowfall in the past few days has accumulated to a certain extent. Even if every household diligently sweeps the snow every day, it still cannot stop the snowflakes from getting thicker and thicker on the ground.
"Is the salt I bought a few days ago still in the kitchen?"
"It is."
"Come on, help me light the fire."
Cheng Xi got up and walked into the kitchen. The two of them worked together to pour all the fifty kilograms of yellow salt blocks into the big pot. Soon there was a gurgling sound in the iron pot.
Shen Xingqi was extremely curious, but finally swallowed her doubts when she saw her sister-in-law's serious face.
Until the yellow salt cubes in the pot melt, filter, and finally separate into two parts.
"This is."
"There are impurities in the salt block, so it was originally inedible."