Lin Zhenghong was startled at first, then his brows knitted together.
"Tell me everything."
"Well, it's like this…"
When the Grain Store Chief Steward, dressed in a blue robe, finished speaking, Lin Zhenghong's brow relaxed slightly, and he said in a dissatisfied tone:
"The word of a few beggars? Is that credible?"
"Hmph. I think someone saw how much the grain prices have risen and is just trying to stir up trouble."
The Grain Store Chief Steward hesitated for a moment. "Master, if this is true…"
Lin Zhenghong raised his hand to interrupt him. "So what if it's true?"
"But…"
"Enough with the 'buts.' Let me ask you, what was the cost of the grain we brought in from Ji State?"
The Grain Store Chief Steward understood and said with a bitter smile, "For one stone of fine grain, it was less than a tael."
Hearing this, Lin Zhenghong snorted. "Then what are you panicking for?"
