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Text Chapter 158 Buy at high prices and sell at low prices

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    Long Xiaohe's wives and concubines began to nag him, asking him to find a way to drive away Mr. Long and his family.  Long Xiaohe looked at the almost empty granary and couldn't sit still, so he found Mr. Long.  Mr. Long had just finished the funeral of his wife and son and was sitting listlessly in the room in a daze. His younger brother came in and called him twice before he realized what he was doing and hurriedly gave up his seat.  Long Xiaohe sat down and chatted a few words first, then forced a smile and said: "Brother, you are busy with the funeral of your sister-in-law and nephew these days. There are some things you don't know yet, but you must tell your brother,  Because if you don¡¯t say anything, someone will be killed.¡± Mr. Long was taken aback and said, ¡°What¡¯s so serious?¡± ¡°Food.¡± Long Xiaohe swallowed hard.  "What happened to the food?" Mr. Long felt something was wrong.  "Our family is almost running out of food" Long Xiaohe cried sadly, "If I don't think of a way, I'm afraid I'm going to starve." "Ah?" Old Mrs. Long opened his dry mouth and looked at his brother blankly, "Then  ¡­ How long will the food be enough for now?¡± ¡°At most three days.¡± Mr. Long¡¯s already gray face became more gloomy. He tremblingly raised his hand to stroke his beard, but found that it was  He was shaking so much that he couldn't even find his beard.  Finally, Mr. Long slapped his thigh suddenly and said sadly: "It's this evil boy who exchanged all the food rations for some antiques. In exchange, he got back a room full of food, unable to eat or drink. Now it's better, and the food is all gone."  What should I do if I eat it all?" Long Xiaohe thought.  You also said that your son, why didn¡¯t you say that you exchanged grain for antiques?  Sighed.  He said: "There is no use regretting these things now. Let's think about where we can borrow or buy food." "Where can I borrow it?" Mr. Long lay slumped on his chair, staring at the black hole with his turbid eyes.  "Who knew God would suddenly blow up such a severe blizzard? It blew away most of the rice from the rice merchants, which made those mud-legged people cheaper. The rice merchants didn't sell any rice anymore, and they refused to lend a grain.  I have searched all the rice merchants I can find, but they won¡¯t sell it or lend it to me. What else can I do?¡± ¡°If the rice merchant doesn¡¯t sell it, I can buy it from someone else.¡±  ? Who is still willing to sell food at this time? Except for a few restaurants in the city, the rest are closed, and the prices of those restaurants are so expensive. ¡± ¡°I?  I'm talking about the restaurant. Anyway, I have so many antiques in my hands. It should be no problem to exchange them for rice. " "What? Exchange the antiques for grains? I got these antiques in exchange for grains.  Want to exchange it back again? No!" Long Xiaohe's tone was a little cold: "Does brother still have any cash?" Mr. Long was dumbfounded.  He just used his cash to buy properties and antiques, and he was covetous of those cheap and high-quality antiques, so he used his rations to exchange for them. There was no cash left.  After staying for a long time, he sighed and said: "As of now, I'm afraid this is the only way it can be. - What about your family?" When Long Xiaohe heard what his brother said, he was obviously unwilling to do anything for his family.  The person who paid for the restaurant felt a little angry, thinking that you eat and live in my house, and now you are unwilling to pay to buy food for our family?  Then we can only think about each other.  At that moment, he said with a straight face: "Brother, don't worry about us. My family has a lot, as long as you have enough food to eat. As long as my family doesn't eat my family's food, the food will be enough for my family to eat, and I can survive for almost half a month."  "What about half a month later?" "Let's talk about it then. At least I still have you, brother, and you won't see my brother and my family starving, hehe" Mr. Long didn't say anything, just secretly.  With a face full of thoughts.  When it was time to eat, Long Xiaohe¡¯s family didn¡¯t cook, obviously because they didn¡¯t want to bring more food to feed the two families.  Mr. Long was helpless, so he had to take out an antique vase and let the official take it to a restaurant in exchange for food.  You don¡¯t need big fish or meat, just white flour steamed buns or rice.  The official came back soon, with a sad face and still had the antique in his hand.  Mr. Long asked curiously: "Why didn't you come back with food?" "The restaurant said that this vase can only be exchanged for two steamed buns." "What?" Mr. Long's eyes widened, "Get it clear, this is an antique from the Han Dynasty.  It took me three bags of rice to get it back. " "Yeah, I thought it was too little. I spent a long time with him, but he didn't want to get one more. He said that there is a famine now, and gold and silver are useful, but antiques are worthless.  No one wants to buy antiques. Two steamed buns are already very good. In a few days, they will only be sold for two steamed buns.?Can't even replace it.  " Mrs. Long was so angry that he almost vomited blood and asked: "Which family is it?  " "Zhiweixuan.  " "Why did you go there? The food in that restaurant is more expensive than other places.  Why don't you go to another restaurant?  " "I went, and there were two or three others left. One of them refused, saying that they didn't understand these antiques, so they wouldn't exchange them.  The rest are only willing to give out two steamed buns or a bowl of rice.  It's useless no matter what I say.  " Mr. Long stamped his feet and said, "I'll go!  " Mrs. Long found another famous painting from the antique room, and personally took the official family to the Regal Restaurant by car. The owner of the Regal Restaurant was very familiar with Mrs. Long. In the past, Mrs. Long was a frequent visitor here, so he hurriedly greeted him with a haha ??greeting.  came out: "The old man is here?  Is there a problem?  " This sentence made Mr. Long's nose crooked with anger: "What else can I do if I come to your restaurant?  Naturally looking for something to eat!  ¡ª¡ªGive me a banquet!  " "Old man, our boss said that now we pay first and then serve the food, so, hey, I'm sorry, you have to pay first.  " "Are you afraid that I will default on your debt?  Mr. Long handed over the scroll in his hand and said, "This painting is a masterpiece by a famous artist. It is worth ten banquets!"  "The shopkeeper didn't answer, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, old man, I'm not good at antiques. I don't know if this thing is worth anything.  " "This is the real thing!  I specifically found someone to test it.  " "Even if it is genuine, we will not replace it.  "    "Why?  " "Because our boss said that when we go to the small shop to eat, we will only accept gold, silver and copper coins, and no antiques will be accepted.  Because, hey, antiques aren¡¯t worth much now.  " "Why isn't it valuable?  Let me tell you, I spent three bags of grain in exchange for this scroll!  Absolutely authentic!  Why isn't it valuable?  " "Before the famine, this thing was so valuable that I wouldn't even be able to exchange it for thirty bags of rice.  But after the famine began, the price of antiques plummeted. You may have taken advantage of it at first, but since the strong wind, the rice merchants stopped selling rice. The price of grain has plummeted, but the price of antiques has plummeted.  Nowadays, things like flea markets are all over the streets, and many of them are real. You only need to exchange them for a bowl of rice, or two or three steamed buns.  Worthless.  " Mr. Long was dumbfounded. He had never been to the flea market since the food was almost gone. He didn't dare to exchange for food anymore, so he didn't know about it. After hearing what the shopkeeper said, he knew what was going on.  So that¡¯s it. Old Master Long flicked his robe sleeves and said, ¡°If you don¡¯t accept antiques, why bother with you!  Walk!  " Mr. Long took the official family to three other restaurants that were open. The top one was only willing to give out three bowls of rice or five steamed buns, and would not give out more. " Seeing that the famous calligraphy and painting that he had exchanged for three bags of rice, now only  Mr. Long was so angry that he almost fainted. He regarded these antiques as treasures, so he couldn't bear to do such a costly transaction. He carried the scrolls to the carriage and walked back halfway.  He didn't give up and didn't believe what the shopkeeper said, so he asked the coachman to divert to the flea market. When he arrived at the flea market, he was immediately stunned and saw that the market was more crowded than the last time he visited here.  Much more. However, most of them are selling things, and the items they bring out are all dazzling, including many kinds of antiques. Because Mr. Long was a frequent visitor here, many of the sellers knew him and met him.  He quickly greeted him fawningly and boasted about his antiques. Mr. Long quickly found a pair of famous calligraphy and paintings that were more precious than his own. He asked how much it cost. The seller counted on five fingers and said, "It only costs five."  Bowl of rice!  " Old Mrs. Long was shocked. Before the strong wind, such calligraphy and painting would have been impossible to take away without five bags of rice. But now the seller only offered five bowls of rice, and his heart dropped to the core. " If this were the case,  , the antiques in the house that he treasured were now really worth nothing. He didn¡¯t give up, and kept asking questions. Not only the antiques, but almost everything had plummeted in price, and they were less than before the strong wind.  The price is 10%! Old Master Long stood blankly in the wind and snow, looking much older for a while. The housekeeper also accompanied him with a sad face, not knowing what to say to comfort him.  They still didn¡¯t cook, but they seemed to have made up their mind to wait until Mrs. Long and his family found something to eat. When it got dark, Mr. Long¡¯s grandson came over and said he was hungry and wanted something to eat.  , finally waved his hand and letThe family took two calligraphy and paintings, several antique vases, and a chicken blood seal, and went to the restaurant to exchange for enough steamed buns for the whole family.  It was the first time the whole family had a meal with only steamed buns and no vegetables.  Seeing Mr. Long and his family eating white-faced steamed buns, but not sending one to Long Xiaohe's family, Long Xiaohe became heartbroken, so he called the family into his yard, closed the door, and then cooked.  So, after a few days, Mr. Long used the antiques that he spent countless rations to exchange for food for every meal.  After only a few days, less than half of the antiques in that room had been reduced.  Seeing this going on, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long and all the antiques will be spent.  Mrs. Long held his head in pain and did not speak all day long.
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