Chapter 311 Reselling
The lawyer took the postmaster away, and suddenly only Pan Yun and Mingren were left in the study.

Seeing that Mingren's face was not very good, Pan Yun said, "Ming County Magistrate is busy, I will take my leave first?"

Mingren smiled, "How dare I let Junior Master from Sanqing Temple leave empty-handed? The Mountain God Temple Fair is coming up soon. Is Pan Miaozhu coming to the county town for something?"

Pan Yun immediately cried poor, "Cong'er said that there will be more than 3,000 people going to the temple fair this year, and the mountain temple doesn't have enough lucky bags, so we have to come here to purchase them. However, a lucky bag weighs 6.6 jin, so even if we take the smallest number of 3,000, that's nearly 20,000 jin of food, not to mention the medicinal materials and other things..."

In a nutshell, the temple fair was very expensive, and she was poor.

But Akihito was not rich either. He had just fleeced the landlords and provided housing for the wandering beggars and refugees in the county. How could he have money to give her?
Pan Yun changed the subject and said, "We can think of ways to get food and medicine, but it's hard to find a doctor."

"The believers braved the wind and snow to attend the temple fair, and all they wanted was to be healthy and safe. Knowing that we have free clinics, they would definitely come to see us. We only rely on my senior brothers..."

Mingren understood and said, "I will ask the county doctors to go there during the two days of the temple fair."

He paused and said, "The county will pay for it and be responsible for persuading them. We will provide free medical treatment."

Pan Yun immediately stood up to thank him and said goodbye.

Mingren stood up and personally escorted her out. Seeing that she was about to leave happily, Mingren stopped her and said, "I have always believed that you monks would not get involved in worldly affairs. If Taoist Wang and Wang Cong met Su Dashan, they would give him money and talismans, but they would not come to me for him."

Mingren stood in the shadow of the door, his face gloomy and unclear, "Once the labor is counted, there will be many people in the county who resent me, but I am the county magistrate, and doing this is my duty. It is natural to incur this resentment, but you are different."

"If someone wants to find out the reason for this, it will be easy to find out. Not only have you involved yourself in this huge cause and effect, but you will also bring trouble to Sanqing Temple. Looking back now, do you regret it?"

Pan Jun stood in the sunshine, looked up and said, "I don't regret it."

She said: "The yellow talisman can only save him temporarily, it cannot solve his predicament; money may help him escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but if he leaves, another Su Dashan will surely appear, this is my karma; I don't know how many Su Dashan there are in this county, but since the county magistrate Ming has the courage to burn his boats, why should I, a poor Taoist priest, be afraid to be the one to break the window paper?"

"I can bear all the resentment, but I am afraid of being involved in the karma of innocent people." Pan Yun said: "Only by finding out the truth and letting everything return to order can we resolve these karmas."

Mingren looked at her steadily, then stepped out of the shadow under the door, stood in the sunlight and looked at her: "Do you think the labor that the people are suffering now is a normal order?"

"It's not normal," Pan Jun said unhappily, "but can you break it and adjust it?"

Akihito: “…I can’t.”

"Wait until the county magistrate becomes the prime minister and ask me this question again," Pan Yun said, "Now we are doing what we can do, and it is also your responsibility as the county magistrate."

Ming Ren laughed out loud, "You are right. It is indeed the responsibility of this county and it is also within the county's capabilities."

The determination to conduct the investigation was immediately strengthened.

Pan Yun left the county government office and walked towards the main street. Miaozhen and Miaohe were standing aside with their hands clasped together, watching people load grain onto the ox cart.

These people were temporary workers hired by the grain shop. There were many people standing on the street not far away, looking at them with envy.

Pan Yun just stepped forward, and Miao Zhen said, "Fifteen dan of rice, since we bought a lot, it will be three taels and six cents."

Pan Yun took out a silver ingot and a silver coin from his sleeve and gave them to her.

Miaozhen took it to pay the bill.

After paying the bill, he came out and asked, "Are you going to see Granny Sun and the others?"

Pan Yun shook his head. "I've asked Magistrate Ming. Their house is almost finished and they've already gone to school. They're studying right now. We won't disturb them."

The shopkeeper waited until they finished talking before coming over with a smile, "Young Taoist priest, are all these grains for the temple?"

Pan Yun nodded.

The shopkeeper lowered his voice and asked, "I've heard that many people in the county are talking about going to the temple fair. Little Taoist priest, I'm afraid this little rice is not enough, right?"

Pan Yun smiled and said, "Prosperity is always a good thing."

"It's a good thing, it's a good thing, but it will cost a lot, right? Are you planning to go to the state to buy food?"

Pan Jun quickly glanced at Miao Zhen, and when he saw her blink, he knew that she must have let the secret slip when bargaining.

Although she had no plans to go to the state to buy food, it would not be impossible if she could ask the shopkeeper to give her a lower price.

So Pan Yun nodded.

The shopkeeper said, "This round trip is both time-consuming and laborious. Why bother?"

"Young Taoist priest, if you want cheaper rice, I have it."

Pan Yun: "How much cheaper can you make it? I want more white rice, and less red rice, red beans and other grains."

The shopkeeper said: "Okay, okay, I can give you 240 coins for one stone of rice."

Pan Jun was extremely surprised and looked at him suspiciously, "Is it the same quality as the ones we picked now?"

The shopkeeper paused for a moment and said, "Young Taoist priest, you get what you pay for. The things you give to the poor people out there don't have to be so good..."

Pan Yun: "The lucky bags given to believers by the mountain god temple are all mixed with inferior products. Am I doing good deeds for the mountain god, or bringing disaster to him?" Shopkeeper: ...

Pan Yun said, "Please stop trying to persuade me. If I agree, you will also be responsible for the consequences. If the mountain god punishes me, you will also be responsible."

The shopkeeper was startled and took two steps back, moving away from Pan Yun. "You, you, you, little Taoist priest, please don't scare me."

Pan Yun said unhappily, "Do you think I'm trying to scare you? The mountain god of Sanqing Mountain is everywhere."

Faced with huge profits, the shopkeeper did not believe in supernatural powers, but Pan Yun was so determined that he could not help but believe it a little.

Pan Yun asked: "Two hundred and forty coins per dan of rice, is it the same quality as now?"

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "Two hundred and forty cents won't do. It has to be at least two hundred and ninety cents."

Pan Yun turned around and asked Miao Zhen, "What is the exchange rate for silver and copper coins today?"

Miao Zhen: "Before I came here, I went to the bank to ask, and today's money is 1,200 coins."

Pan Yun turned around and stared at the shopkeeper. "Today's rice is 3 taels, 6 qian, and 15 dan, which is 288 wen per dan. Shopkeeper, you are not sincere. I am discussing business with you seriously, but the price you offer is not as good as today's retail purchase."

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed. He didn't expect Pan Yun to calculate so quickly and so detailed without even an abacus. Anyway, he couldn't calculate it...

Seeing that Pan Yun was not happy and was about to leave, the shopkeeper was afraid of losing her as an important customer, and was even more afraid that she would go out and spread rumors, which would damage the reputation of the grain store. Therefore, he hurriedly chased after her and stopped her, saying, "Little Taoist priest, I will make a concession. How about 280 coins per stone of rice?"

Pan Jun snorted at him and walked around him.

The shopkeeper followed her and said, "Little Taoist priest, little Taoist priest, you know that our grain shop now sells rice for 300 coins per stone. It is winter now, and the price of grain will go up. And judging by the weather this year, it will go up even more next year. This price is already very favorable..."

Pan Yun said with a sullen face: "I buy food to do good deeds. I don't dare to buy it from you if the quantity is large."

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "Two hundred and sixty coins, no less. The quality is the same. I will never fool the young Taoist priest."

Pan Jun stopped and turned around and said, "Deal!"

The shopkeeper's heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe. After Pan Yun walked past him and entered the store, he couldn't help but slap himself twice, "I told you to talk too much, I told you to talk too much, two hundred and seventy cents is fine..."

But once the words are spoken, there is no way for him to take them back unless he regrets it.

But as a businessman, he can encourage customers to buy inferior products, but he cannot lose his integrity, so the shopkeeper could only grit his teeth and admit it.

He quickly followed Pan Yun into the store, forced a smile and asked, "Little Taoist priest, how much more rice do you want to buy? I can ask someone to pound it."

The grain shops sell more millet, wheat, etc., and rice and flour need to be shelled.

Pan Yun bought most of the rice from the grain shop on this trip.

Pan Yun lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "I need another two hundred dan of rice."

The wound in the shopkeeper's heart was healed at once, and he smiled and said, "Young Taoist Priest, you are so generous. I will go and settle the account with you right away."

The shopkeeper started to count on his abacus, and after a moment he said, "Two hundred and sixty coins for a dan of rice, that's fifty-two thousand copper coins. Young Taoist priest, you have to give me a deposit so I can have someone pound the rice."

Pan Yun said, "Okay, let's sign the contract. The total cost is 43 taels and 3 cents of silver."

The shopkeeper was stunned, and quickly lowered his head to do some calculations. After a moment, he said in a dilemma: "According to today's silver price, it is indeed so much, but it is close to the New Year... Little Taoist priest, should we settle it with copper coins? Or, should we settle it according to the silver price on the day of the final payment?"

Pan Yun frowned, but still nodded, "Okay, let's calculate it based on the silver price on the day the final payment is settled."

Pan Yun first gave him a deposit of five taels, and the two parties signed a contract.

Because the cart was carrying 15 stone of rice, the three men did not take the cart for shopping. Instead, they entrusted the cart to the grain shop and went to a mutton soup shop to drink mutton soup and steamed buns.

Opposite is the bank.

Pan Yun ate while staring at the bank.

Miao Zhen: "Uncle Junior Master, do you want to resell the silver?"

Miao He was eating so fast that his head was almost buried in the bowl. He looked up when he heard this, looking confused, "Silver can still be resold?"

Miao Zhen glanced at her and said, "Of course you can. Today's silver price is 1,200 coins. If we exchange for 43 taels of copper coins today, that would be 51,600 coins. Three days later, when we come to get the food, if the silver price drops back to the usual 1,050 coins per tael, we only need 45,150 coins, and the extra 6,450 coins are our profit."

Miaohe looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she said, but that didn't stop her from praising Miaozhen, "Miaozhen, you're really good at arithmetic."

Miao Zhen: "...I majored in numerology and astronomy, so isn't it natural that I'm good at math?"

Miao He turned around and asked Pan Yun, "Master Junior, are we going to resell the silver?"

Pan Yun soaked the steamed bun in mutton soup and gave it to Pan Xiaohei. "If you make louder noises, the banks across the street will hear it."

(End of this chapter)