It was a hazy early morning in early October.

It is already cold in Bianjing, and pedestrians on the road have obviously put on more clothes.

The cold wind that blows from time to time is quite cool.

Although there is not the exuberance of spring or the prosperity of summer, in autumn, the harvest has just been completed and people's mood has relaxed from the tension.

Pedestrians walking on the road even slow down their steps, as if to tell themselves that autumn is here, the weather is getting cold, and they can take a rest.

A young man is riding on a horse, wearing a long white coat.

In the Song Dynasty, the daily uniforms worn by officials and common people were not very different, just in color.

This young man is dressed in white, has a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and is full of heroic spirit.

Being able to ride a horse means he is an official.

In the Song Dynasty, those without officials wore white cloth robes, and those with officials wore brocade robes.

The young man's brocade robe is obviously not something ordinary people can wear.

"Father Bin, look over there." Another person next to the young man said.

Yu Yunwen looked in the direction and saw a line next to the Dasong Agricultural Bank of China opposite Daxiangguo Temple: Tokyo Post.

Zhang Jiuzheng was very surprised. He said: "Father Bin, I remember that two months ago, this was a collapsed building for the storage of goods from the Bianhe Ferry. How did it suddenly become Tokyo Post? This post

What is it for?"

Yu Yunwen said: "It looks like it was just put up. The fact that it is next to the Agricultural Bank of China and the Kaifeng government office is also nearby shows that this Tokyo Post office is not an ordinary government office."

"You don't know either?"

"I just came back from Zhending Mansion, how can I know."

Zhang Jiuzheng suddenly became curious: "Why don't you go first? The officials will summon you. I'll go to the post office to find out more."

"Then we'll say goodbye here for the time being."

"Farewell."

"Wait!" Zhang Jiucheng stopped Yu Yunwen, "Money! Housing money!"

"Oh, I forgot about this." Yu Yunwen quickly took out a bag, "There are twenty guan of banknotes in it, which is enough for you to cope with it for a while."

"Thank you, father and brother Bin." Zhang Jiucheng said with a smile, "Would you like to make an IOU?"

"There's no need for an IOU." Yu Yunwen laughed and said, "It won't be too late to pay me back when you are the top pick in high school next year."

After saying that, Yu Yunwen said goodbye and walked all the way to the palace.

Zhang Jiuzheng arrived at the gate of Tokyo Post. At this time, postal officials had just arrived, including several young people.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"I'm Zhang Jiucheng."

One of them was stunned for a moment and said, "Are you Zhang Jiucheng?"

"The following is."

"Zhang Jiucheng, a great talent from Bianjing who studied under Yang Shi?"

"The great talents in Bianjing didn't dare to be, but they studied with Mr. Guishan."

As if they had seen an idol, several people bowed quickly: "I'm sorry, I've heard of Brother Zishao's name."

"Don't dare."

"Brother Zishao, what are you doing here?"

"I was very curious when I saw this Tokyo Post."

A young man smiled and said, "Why don't you come in and visit?"

"Thank you!" Zhang Jiuzheng was also polite.

The young man explained to him: "Tokyo Post was just opened five days ago."

"Which yamen does it belong to?" Zhang Jiucheng asked.

"It's affiliated with Taifu Temple, so it's not a secret."

"What's that for?"

"Help people check luggage and goods."

"Help people check luggage and goods?"

"That's right."

"Is the Yamen still doing this?"

The young man smiled and said: "Brother Zishao misunderstood. Tokyo Post is not a government office, but a trading company. Trading companies registered with the Commercial and Cooperative Bureau are state-owned trading companies and are under the unified management of Taifu Temple."

"That's it!" Zhang Jiuzheng was quite surprised, "How can we consign those goods?"

"Any kind of goods can be checked, and there are no restrictions on customers. As long as they are not contraband and comply with the laws of the Song Dynasty, they will be charged according to the standard."

Zhang Jiucheng asked again: "Then who will consign it?"

"There is a dedicated postman."

"Postman?" Zhang Jiucheng was stunned for a moment. He felt that this word was really accurate.

“If I want to send something to Julu, Hebei, that’s okay too?”

"Okay, come here and register, including the category of items, destination, signee, and of course, your name and household registration certificate."

"Is that okay if I send you 10,000 shi of rice?"

"Okay, calculate the price based on weight."

Zhang Jiuzheng finally realized that it turned out to be a professional transportation company.

This is really something new.

At first, he doubted that the postal service could mail everything, but then he thought about it. The postal service is not a government office, but a trading company.

In Zhao Guanjia's "Shangshe Lun", it is mentioned that the essence of a trading company is to make profits.

If the post office is a government office, the office does not generate revenue, but only does investment and administrative management.

Trading companies are different. Trading companies have an independent financial department. Pricing is based on revenue and expenditure, and they do not engage in loss-making transactions. This can not only provide support for transportation, but also make profits and maintain long-term stable development.

Zhang Jiuzheng recalled what he heard about the "trading company restructuring" when he arrived in Kaifeng Mansion yesterday.

In order to achieve smaller investment, more efficient output, and more reasonable revenue, the imperial court has transformed Wensi Yuan and Ayajin Yuan, which were formerly under the Shaofu Supervisor, into trading companies.

As the name suggests, it is responsible for its own profits and losses.

Zhang Jiucheng asked curiously: "Is it feasible to transport military supplies?"

"not yet."

Zhang Jiucheng nodded, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you very much, farewell."

Most of the leaves outside the Wende Hall have fallen, and the chamberlain is cleaning them.

Gao Qiu helped the senior official and quickly walked into the Hall of Wende with small steps.

"Official family."

"You're back." Zhao Guanjia held a thick policy in his hand.

The words "Tokyo Postal Policy Theory" are clearly written on it.

"How, the inspection?"

Gao Qiu said: "In this area of ​​Zhending Mansion, there are countless private traders smuggling with the Jin people!"

"What are you smuggling?"

"Salt, tea, silk, soap, ceramics, cloth, sheep, horses, pearls... everything is available."

Zhao Ning couldn't help but feel strange. He said: "It stands to reason that border control is still very strict. I hear it, how come anything can be smuggled out or in?"

"There are many types, but the quantity is not necessarily large." Gao Qiu said, "These smugglers are usually private businessmen, but after my investigation, most of them are the same person."

"who?"

"Zhang Jun?"

"Zhang Jun?"

Gao Qiu confirmed: "Hebei deputy military commander Zhang Jun."

Zhending smuggling is not a secret. It is not only known to the people, but also to the court.

But basically everyone turns a blind eye.

People who need it will contact them secretly, and people who don't need it won't go out and do things when they are full.

Zhao Ning thought about it.

Gao Qiu said: "Your Majesty, the Song and Jin Dynasties are about to open. If Zhang Jun doesn't restrain himself, I'm afraid the number of smuggled goods will increase dramatically?"

"How do you say this?"

Gao Qiu said: "Once the market was opened, Jin merchants knew that they could sell goods south. They transported the goods down, but they did not necessarily have to take them to the market to sell them. They might have smuggled them."

"You're right, what should we do?"

At this time, Wang Huaiji said: "The official, Yu Yunwen is outside asking for an audience."

"Xuan."

Yu Yunwen walked in: "I see your Majesty."

At this time, Yu Yunwen had changed into official uniform.
Chapter completed!