That's grain, you know. If they could buy it and then sell it at a higher price, they'd make quite a profit.
Especially since those people obviously have more than just a little bit of grain. Look at their stall with piles stacked behind them, and this is just what they can see. Who knows how much grain is in places they haven't seen?
Stone heard the question from his servants and his eyes darkened.
When the drought continues for another two months, the scarcity of grain will be even tighter. By then, forget fifty or sixty coins, even five or six hundred coins will be achievable.
If they can really buy back the grain from those people, it will be quite an achievement.
"Go back and tell the steward to come quickly to see the situation," he whispered a sentence in that person's ear.
"Okay, Brother Stone, I'll go report to the steward now."
