Long Xiaohe's wife and concubine began to nag in his ears, asking him to find a way to drive away Old Master Long's family.

Long Xiaohe looked at the almost empty granary and couldn't sit still, so he found Old Master Long.

Old Master 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 that he quickly gave up his seat.

Long Xiaohe sat down, first said a few gossips, then he forced a smile and said, "Brother, you are busy with the funeral of your sister-in-law and nephew these days. You don't know some things yet, but you have to tell your brother, because if you don't say it, you'll be killed."

Old Master Long was surprised and said, "What's so serious?"

"Grain." Long Xiaohe swallowed with difficulty.

"What's wrong with the food?" Old Master Long felt something was wrong.

"Our family's food is almost eaten up..." Long Xiaohe cried with a sad face, "If you don't think of a solution, you're afraid you'll go hungry."

"Ah?" Old Master Long opened his shriveled mouth wide and looked at his younger brother blankly, "Then... how long is the food available now?"

"It's up to three days."

Old Master Long's face, which was already gray, had a little more darkness. He trembled and raised his hand, trying to stroke his beard, but found that his hand was so shaking that he couldn't even find his beard.

Finally, Old Master Long slapped his thigh suddenly and said in pain: "It's all this evil boy. I used all the food to exchange for antiques. I exchanged them for a room full of food. I can't eat or drink. Now that I'm done, all the food has been eaten up. What should I do?"

Long Xiaohe thought to himself. You said your son, why don’t you say that you exchanged grain for antiques? He sighed and said, “It’s useless to regret these things now. Do you think about where to borrow or buy grain?”

"Where to borrow?" Old Master Long lay on his back on his chair, staring at the black roof with his turbid eyes. "Who knew that God would suddenly blew such a powerful blizzard? It took most of the rice shops away, but it was cheaper. The rice shops stopped selling rice and refused to borrow a grain of rice. I searched all the rice shops I could find. No matter what, they didn't sell or borrow. What else could they think of?"

"If you don't sell rice merchants, you can buy it from other people."

"Who? Who is willing to sell food at this time? Except for the only few restaurants in the city that have open doors, the rest are closed. And those restaurants are so expensive that they are so expensive. Who can afford it?"

"I'm talking about the restaurant. Anyway, my brother has so many antiques in his hand. It should be fine to buy them at the restaurant for rice."

"What? Exchange antiques for food? - I exchanged these antiques for food, and now I have to exchange them for food? No!"

Long Xiaohe's tone became a little cold: "Does that brother still have cash?"

Old Master Long was stunned. He bought land and antiques because he was greedy for those cheap and affordable antiques, so he exchanged them with food, so he stayed there for some cash. After staying for a while, he sighed and said, "I'm afraid that this is the only way to go. What should you do with your family?"

When Long Xiaohe heard his brother's words, he obviously did not want to pay for his family to get a restaurant. He was a little angry and thought that you were living in my house. Now he was unwilling to pay for our family to buy food? He could only do so. He said with a stern face: "Brother, don't have to think about us. Brother, the family has a lot, as long as you care about enough food. As long as the brother and the family don't eat my family's food, the food will be provided to my family, and it will be enough for almost half a month."

"What about half a month later?"

"Let's talk about it then. At least you are brother. You will never watch my younger brother and my family go hungry, hehe..."

Old Master Long didn't say anything, but just thought about his thoughts with a sinister face.

When it was time to eat, Long Xiaohe's family did not cook, so they obviously didn't want to use food for the two families to eat.

Old Master Long was helpless, so he had to take out an antique vase and ask the official to go to the restaurant to exchange for food. There was no need for big fish and meat, just white flour steamed buns or rice.

The official family came back soon, with a sad face, and the antiques in his hand were still there. Old Master Long said curiously: "Why didn't you come back after changing the food?"

"The restaurant said that this vase can only be exchanged for two steamed buns."

"What?" Old Master Long's eyes widened, "I figured it out, this is an antique from the Han Dynasty. I used a whole three bags of rice to exchange it for me!"

"Yes, I think it's too little. After a long time of grinding with him, no one else is willing to do it. It's said that there are famines now, gold and silver are effective, antiques are not worth the money, and no one is willing to ask for antiques. It's great to exchange for two steamed buns. In a few days, I'm afraid I won't even be able to exchange two steamed buns."

Old Master Long was so angry that he almost vomited blood and asked, "Which family is it?"

"Zhiweixuan."

"Why do you go to that restaurant? The things in that restaurant are expensive than other places. Why don't you go to other restaurants?"

"I went there, there were two or three left. One family refused and said they didn't understand these antiques, so they didn't change them. The rest were only willing to give out two steamed buns or a bowl of rice. No matter what I said, it was useless."

Old Master Long stamped his feet and said, "I'll go!"

Old Master Long found a book of famous paintings from the antique house, and personally took the official family to the rich restaurant by car.

The shopkeeper of the rich restaurant is very familiar with Mr. Long. Mr. Long was a regular visitor here before, so he quickly greeted him: "The old man is here? Is there anything wrong?"

This sentence made Old Master Long feel angry: "What else can I do when I come to your restaurant? Of course I am looking for food! - Give me a banquet!"

"Old man, our boss said that we should give money first and then serve the food, so, hehe, I'm sorry, you have to give money first."

"Are you still afraid that I will be stolen?" Old Master Long handed over the scroll in his hand and said, "This painting is a famous work by a famous artist, even ten tables of banquets are worth it!"

The shopkeeper didn't answer and smiled and said, "I'm sorry, old man, I'm not good at antiques. I don't know if this thing is valuable."

"This is genuine! I have specially found someone to check it out."

"Even if it's the real product, we won't change it."

"Why?"

"Because our boss said that when we go to a small shop for dinner, we only charge gold, silver and copper coins, and we don't have antiques. Because, hehe, antiques are not worth the money now."

"Why isn't it worth it? Let me tell you, this scroll was exchanged for three bags of grain! It was definitely the authentic one! Why isn't it worth it?"

"If it were before the famine, this thing was very valuable, and thirty bags of rice would probably not be able to be replaced. But after the famine began, the price of antiques plummeted. You might have taken advantage of it at the beginning, but since the strong wind, rice merchants stopped selling rice, and the price of grain has risen sharply, but the price of antiques plummeted. Now, things like the fritters market are everywhere on the streets, and many of them are real, just exchange for a bowl of rice or two or three steamed buns. It is not worth it."

Old Master Long was speechless. He had never been to the fritters market since he was about to eat up all the food. He didn't know that because he didn't dare to exchange the food for it anymore. After hearing what the shopkeeper said, he realized that this was the case.

Old Master Long brushed his sleeves and said, "You don't accept antiques, why are you talking about you! Let's go!"

Old Master Long took the official family to the other three restaurants that opened. The tallest one was only willing to offer three bowls of rice or five steamed buns, and refused to give more.

Seeing that the famous calligraphy and paintings that were exchanged for three bags of rice were only worth this little now, Old Master Long was so angry that he almost fainted. He thought these antiques were treasured, so he naturally couldn't bear to use them to make such a loss of money.

He carried the scroll onto the carriage and walked back with the official family.

Halfway through the way, he didn't give up and didn't believe what the shopkeeper said, so he asked the coachman to switch to the freakish market.

When he arrived at the fresh goods market, he was stunned immediately. He saw that the market was crowded with people, much more than when he last visited it. However, most of them were selling things, and the things he took out were dazzling, including various antiques.

Because Old Master Long was a regular here before, many sellers knew him. When they saw him, they quickly greeted him in a flattering manner and boasted about their antiques.

Old Master Long quickly found a famous calligraphy and painting that was more precious than his calligraphy and painting. He asked how much it cost? The seller counted five fingers: "Just five bowls of rice!"

Old Master Long was shocked. If it were before the strong wind, such calligraphy and paintings would not be taken away without five bags of rice. But now the seller only bids five bowls of rice, and his heart was cold to the end.

If this is the case, the antiques in the room where I am a treasure are really worth much now.

He didn't give up and asked all the way. Not only antiques, but almost everything was falling sharply, less than 10% of the price before the Fengfeng!

Old Master Long's face was ashes, standing in the wind and snow, aging a lot for a while.

The housekeeper also accompanied him with a sad face, not knowing what to say to comfort his master.

When they got home, Long Xiaohe's family still hadn't cooked. They seemed to have made up their minds and waited for Old Master Long's family to find something to eat before they cooked.

It's dark.

Old Master Long's grandson came over and said he was hungry and wanted to eat. Old Master Long had no choice but to wave his hand and asked the official to take two calligraphy and paintings, several antique vases, and a chicken blood seal. He went to the restaurant to exchange for steamed buns that the family could eat.

The first time the whole family only ate steamed buns without vegetables.

Seeing that Old Master Long's family was eating white flour steamed buns but not sending one to Long Xiaohe's family, Long Xiaohe was so sad that he called the family to his yard, closed the door, and then cooked.

In this way, after a few days, every meal was exchanged for the antiques that Mr. Long had spent countless rations to exchange for food. In just a few days, half of the antiques in the room had been lost. Seeing that this continued, I was afraid that it would not last long and all the antiques would be spent.
Chapter completed!