When Uncle Zhou was cooking, Zhao Minghua stood by the kitchen asking questions.
"Uncle, is there ever a time when the rice shops here don't sell rice?"
It's quite unusual for a rice shop not to sell rice and only offer some coarse grains.
"It was just after the Third Prince's soldiers came that the rice shops stopped selling rice. There are rumors outside that a war is coming."
War?
"Some people say it's just rumors. We common folk don't understand, and with no grain at home, we're very anxious."
With rice shops not selling rice, apart from landlords with surplus grain, who wouldn't be worried?
If a real war breaks out, prices will soar and the price of rice will increase several times over.
Zhao Minghua understood in his heart that the rice merchants were hoarding grain to sell at a high price later.
A thought also flashed through his mind.
He immediately discussed this matter with Chun Nuan.
"Hasn't the Third Prince already..."
