The evil mother-in-law does not whitewash, she only abuses her children

Chapter 595: Fighting against the Zheng Family

According to the duration of the extremely cold weather in Tong Da Jiao's memory, Tong Huaqiong calculated that 200,000 kilograms of charcoal would be just enough.

Since charcoal fire can save lives, we cannot sell it to anyone, nor can we buy as much as anyone wants.

What we are trying to prevent is the rich from hoarding goods.

Charcoal is sold first to ordinary people from poor families, and then there are purchase restrictions.

At first, when everyone learned that Ju Fu’s charcoal price was only 35 cents per load, they didn’t believe it. It was not until they saw the person at the front of the line carrying out the charcoal that they began to believe it.

According to the charcoal price in previous years, Jufulai was considered expensive, but compared with the Zheng family's ten taels of silver per load, Jufulai was simply doing charity.

Everyone was pushing their way in like crazy. The yamen runners were maintaining order while loudly shouting, "Which shops in the city have Jufulai set up charcoal sales points?" Everyone could make some purchases there.

So the people who came later went directly to Lian Hengruo's pearl shop.

As some people bought charcoal at Lian Hengruo's shop, the queue at Jufulai became less long.

Tong Huaqiong breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise she would have been really afraid of causing a stampede.

Although two rows of yamen runners were maintaining order, they were overwhelmed by the large number of people.

It's easy to lose control of your emotions if you queue up for a long time to buy coal in such a cold weather. If you are unhappy, you may even beat up the bailiff.

Zheng family.

Ever since the scandal of Xu Zaohua and Gu Ruinian was exposed, the Zheng family has become the laughing stock of Pingchuan County.

The second son of Zheng angered old man Zheng after he released Gu Ruinian without his parents' knowledge. The second son of Zheng assured old man Zheng that Gu Ruinian's existence would be of great use to the Zheng family, but old man Zheng still didn't believe it. He finally believed it after the extreme cold weather came.

These days, Mr. Zheng was not affected by the extreme cold weather at all, and his eyebrows and beard were shaking with joy.

The extremely cold weather is the eye that God has opened for the Zheng family.

Originally, the second son of Zheng had imitated his father's handwriting and wrote letters without his biological father's knowledge, notifying the shop owners to use all the silver to stockpile charcoal. When Mr. Zheng found out, the family's silver was almost gone. If the dean of Wanliu Academy had not stopped him, he would have beaten his rebellious son to death.

As a result, the extreme cold weather arrived as expected.

Old Master Zheng looked at the heavy snow falling and just hoped that the weather would get colder and colder.

Originally, he set the price of charcoal at one tael of silver per load, and some people bought it; he set the price at two taels of silver per load, and some people bought it; he set the price at three taels of silver per load, and some people still bought it; he raised the price to five taels of silver per load, and only a few people came to buy it, and gave him the notorious name of Zheng Drinking Blood.

He was so angry that he scolded the customer for being blind. Not only was there no charcoal in Pingchuan, there was no charcoal in the entire Ningcheng. All the charcoal was hoarded by his youngest son. He was willing to sell the charcoal now because he had a conscience and couldn't bear to see everyone suffer from the cold.

Since no one appreciates it, let the clerk just set the price at ten taels of silver per load.

Buy it if you want, that’s the price.

What do businessmen do? They make money.

If you don't make money, you are a bastard.

He just didn't believe that a person made of bones and blood could have the iron will to withstand the extremely cold weather. He said, "I won't buy it for five taels of silver, and I won't buy it for ten taels of silver. Let's see how long you can last?"

"Dad, believe me. Even if I can't study as well as other students in Wanliu Academy, I can still rise to prominence." The second son of Zheng who came from Ningcheng looked at the smiling face of Mr. Zheng and took the opportunity to say, "Dad, please don't treat me as a child in the future."

The second son of Zheng hooked up with someone from the fifth prince's mother's family, and was waiting to make a fortune from charcoal fire, and then take a portion of the money to invest in the fifth prince.

Mr. Zheng praised his youngest son to his attendants and said to him with a smile, "You will make the decision on anything the family does in the future."

At the same time, I was happily calculating in my mind how much money I could make from this wave.

The youngest son was as ruthless as he was when he was young. He hoarded all the charcoal in Ningcheng. Not only did he make a fortune in Pingchuan, but the high-priced charcoal in Ningcheng also belonged to their Zheng family.

After this winter, the Zheng family will become the richest family in Pingchuan.

By then, we will build two large ships, follow the example of the Ningcheng Lu family and go to sea, and establish the Zheng family's bank and business empire.

The clerk of Zheng's shop sat in the shop, looking coldly at people passing by the door of his shop.

If you don't buy it with ten taels of silver, you will regret it when you pay for fifteen taels.

Buy it or not, it’s not sold anywhere else anyway, so it will eventually return to Zheng’s shop.

But soon Zheng felt something was wrong. Why did everyone run away?

Where are you running to in this freezing cold wind?

Although Zheng felt something was wrong, he didn't take it seriously.

Overnight, all the charcoal shops of the Zheng family were deserted. The shop assistants thought that the price of ten taels per load had scared everyone away, and they believed that it would not be long before the whole city would be begging for money.

"Buy a load of charcoal."

A big man walked into Zheng's shop and handed the clerk thirty-five cents.

The guy thought the big guy was here to have fun.

"Brother, are you sending away a beggar? Our charcoal costs ten taels of silver per load. Did you come to the wrong place?"

The big man asked in confusion, "Didn't they say that charcoal costs thirty-five cents per load, but a family can only buy two loads at most?"

The big man had just arrived in Pingchuan this year and was not familiar with the major shops in Pingchuan. He was shivering with cold at home when the lady next door told him that the shopkeeper Tong from Jufulai was selling charcoal and had divided the charcoal among several shops. She told him not to go to Jufulai to queue up and that the price would be the same as buying charcoal from Miss Lian's shop.

He saw a pile of charcoal in Zheng's shop and thought it was Miss Lian's shop, so he walked in.

When he heard that it was ten taels of silver, he was scared.

"Go away, go away. Who told you that it's 35 cents a load? Don't you see what the market conditions are like this year? Have you frozen your brain and ruined it? You still think it's the same as last year." The waiter said as he pushed the big man outside.

The big man said angrily: "Ten taels of silver for a load of charcoal, are you drinking blood?"

At this time, a man carrying charcoal on his shoulder stopped on the road, rubbing his hands and said to the big man: "Brother, you have come to the wrong shop. This is Zheng Hexue's shop. You should go to Jufulai. There are fewer people lining up now."

The big man ran away.

Zheng's servant said disdainfully, "Jufulai? Widow Tong also sells charcoal? Don't be ridiculous. All the charcoal in Ningcheng is piled up in our Zheng family. Where does Widow Tong get the charcoal?"

The middle-aged man who was carrying charcoal picked up the charcoal again and said sarcastically: "Your Zheng family is powerful. If you can't sell the charcoal for ten taels of silver, you can just pile it up at home."

After saying this, he picked up the load and walked away quickly, cursing in his heart that the Zheng family's charcoal would rot at home.

Zheng didn't believe it at first. Seeing many people on the street carrying charcoal and walking towards their homes, he felt inexplicably panicked.

"Where did you buy your charcoal?" the guy couldn't help but ask towards the street.

"I bought it at Jufulai. What? Will we freeze to death if we leave your Zheng family?"

"Widow Tong is really kind. She charges thirty-five cents for a load of charcoal. No wonder Jufulai's business is so good."

"This profiteer won't be able to stay complacent for long. You Zheng family's charcoal is best kept for yourselves."

Everyone deliberately carried charcoal and passed by Zheng's shop. When they heard Zheng's shop assistant asking questions, they didn't mind retorting in a sarcastic way.

Seeing Zheng's increasingly ugly expression, everyone felt a hint of warmth in the air.