Ever since the price of grain skyrocketed, the storefronts in Luoyang had been besieged by crowds of commoners. Initially, they had craned their necks in anxious anticipation, hoping against hope that the outrageous prices might dip. Some had even silently sworn to themselves that if the price fell below eight taels, they would immediately buy a stone of grain. But reality was a cruel contrast to their hopes; the price of ten taels of silver per dou not only failed to drop but climbed daily, eventually reaching sixteen taels per dou.
Within the crowd, a few began to snicker quietly.
"Oh my! Good thing I bought mine when it was ten taels a dou."
Chapter 497