"What is the normal annual interest rate?"

"Is this the number in Xiangyang Prefecture?" Guo Jun stretched out his finger, meaning 300%.

This is simply driving people to death!

After a while, a group of people appeared in front.

They used mules and donkeys to carry carts loaded with grain.

"Folks, the food is here."

Guo Jun shouted, and the villagers rushed over there with their money bags in hand.

Zhao Ning asked: "Where did all that food come from?"

Guo Jun said: "It is the reserves of the Xiangyang Prefecture that promoted the Changping Division."

"Oh, do Guo Daguan people have no food?"

"What does Mr. Zhao mean by asking this?"

"Oh, the harvest in Luoyang this year is not very good. I want to go south to buy some grain and go north. I thought the Guo Daguan people you mentioned have a lot of grain. It seems that I have to find someone else."

"Didn't Luo Jing also promote Chang Pingsi?"

"No, as you know, there was a war in Taiyuan at the end of last year, and the imperial court transferred a lot of food from Luoyang."

"Oh, how much does Mr. Zhao want to buy?"

"One hundred thousand stones."

"One hundred thousand stones!" Guo Jun was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Yeah, forget it, I'm in a hurry, take my leave."

"Guan Zhao, please wait!"

"how?"
Chapter completed!