Chapter 1395: Qingming arrives, the day of broken souls, it is time to crash the market!

He took a deep breath and said, "Sect Leader, these merchants are not quite right, especially the merchants from Da Qian!"

"Among them... I fear there are people of the Living Yama!"

Bai Xinxin said directly, "Rest assured, it's covered."

"But this madness was hyped up by the Zhao people themselves; this is too terrifying!"

"Next, I fear it will be even more terrifying!"

Bai Xinxin said with a complex expression.

She looked at the Zhao people who had fallen into madness, and she couldn't describe the feeling in her heart. Logically speaking, the chaos in Zhao should be a great thing for the Ruthless Sect.

But for some reason, a touch of fear surged in Bai Xinxin's heart, an endless fear.

That was fear... of Gao Yang!

Next, as Bai Xinxin had expected, the entire Zhao Kingdom was boiling over it.

Driven by some Da Qian merchants, the price of Zhao Gao climbed rapidly!

One tael per bolt...

One tael and two qian!

One tael and five qian!

One tael and eight qian!

Two taels per bolt!

Within three days, the price of Zhao Gao within the Zhao Kingdom had completed an incredible doubling.

One must know that a year ago, the price of a bolt of Zhao Gao in Handan City was only a few hundred wen.

Even when sold to Changancheng in Da Qian, it was only a few hundred wen per bolt; even the finest material could hardly break through several taels of silver.

But now, even in the place of origin, the Zhao Kingdom, it had reached a terrifying two taels of silver per bolt. How crazy is this?

The entire Zhao Kingdom, as time passed, fell into a carnival.

Market center.

A wooden sign for trading Zhao Gao for grain stood in the very center.

Within one day, before the ink on it had dried, it had been altered three times, soaring from one bolt of Zhao Gao for three shi of rice to one bolt for ten shi of rice.

To the side, a steamed bun shop owner was steaming hot buns, looking at the wooden sign and muttering, "Today it can trade for ten shi of rice, tomorrow wouldn't it be able to trade for a mansion?"

"It's truly enviable!"

At first, there were still Zhao people full of hesitation, certain that the price of Zhao Gao could not continue to climb and would surely fall, intending to wait and see.

But as the price climbed, they gradually couldn't sit still either!

It could still rise!

Rise to a level they couldn't imagine!

Rise until they were dizzy!

Rise until they were about to lose their sanity!

Gradually, their ideas changed accordingly...

Zhao Gao was the trend of the times; this was Da Qian's national policy, determined by the overall situation of the world. If one didn't enter the game now, when would one?

Therefore, even at high prices, they carried all the money in their homes and rushed in without hesitation.

Among the crazy ones, there were those who mortgaged their beautiful wives and daughters just to exchange for silver and have a big gamble.

Even in the brothels of Zhao, some beautiful courtesans began to say, "Those without silver can use Zhao Gao to pay!"

"If you bring Zhao Gao, you don't need to use money!"

Outside Handan City.

It was just as crazy inside the city as it was outside.

The soaring price of Zhao Gao was not just hyping the inventory, but also hyping the future.

With such madness, even if the goods increased and it fell a bit, so what? They could still make a huge profit!

Now, it was around the Spring Equinox.

For farmers, this could be called one of the most important time nodes of the year.

Once planted, there was no way to go back.

Beside a rice field.

A cracked hand tremblingly lit a torch, the firelight illuminating the old farmer's aged face.

The old man's eyes were full of turbid tears, looking at the rice field before him, his body trembling as he said, "I've farmed for a lifetime, and in the end, I'm a sinner..."

"Everyone is planting mulberry and raising silkworms, abandoning the farmland. What will we do if there is no grain?"

The old man's voice trembled, as if talking to himself, or as if interrogating his own heart.

The old man's son, hearing this, showed a flash of impatience on his face. He snatched the torch from the old man's hand and threw it into the rice field without hesitation.

"Stop crying!"

"Once we sell the cocoons, we'll have money. How much does grain cost? We can eat until you're stuffed every meal!"

"By then, who will still eat grain? We'll eat flatbread with lamb every meal!"

When the young man said this, his eyes were full of intense longing.

The fire soared into the sky, burning fiercely, reflecting the trembling old man with turbid tears in his eyes beside the rice field, and the young man's face full of ambition.

Coincidentally, in the fields not far away, there were many young men digging up rice roots.

They were bent over, moving nimbly, and some were even humming a ditty about how rice seedlings were not as fragrant as silkworm droppings...

Time flew by, about half a month after the Spring Equinox.

Da Qian.

Changancheng.

On Vermilion Bird Street, spring rain fell, pattering against the roofs of the Da Qian people, the sound extremely crisp and harsh.

Dingguo Duke Prefecture.

Gao Yang stood in the room, in a long white robe, hands behind his back, staring at the continuous spring rain outside the window. On the table in front of him, a cup of tea was steaming, emitting a rich fragrance.

The expression on his face was obscure.

Behind him, Chen Sheng said respectfully.

"My Lord, once the news of the tribute silk was out, the entire Zhao Kingdom boiled over, and the price of Zhao Gao has soared to two taels of silver!"

"Now... it should be even higher!"

"Among the common people, there is no lack of those who mortgage their wives and daughters just to exchange for gold and silver for a big gamble, and there are also farmers singing ditties about how rice fragrance is not as good as silkworm droppings."

"Ruthless Sect Leader Bai Xinxin sent someone to deliver news, saying that everything is proceeding strictly according to your instructions, and her words were quite respectful."

Gao Yang, hearing this, had an expression of neither joy nor sorrow. He picked up a cup of fine spring tea, took a sip, and said.

"How is the price of grain in Zhao?"

Chen Sheng replied, "The Ruthless Sect spread rumors extensively, and there are also our Da Qian scouts who entered the Zhao Kingdom long ago. The price of grain in Zhao has been suppressed throughout!" ===== CHAPTER 1397 =====