If Yun Zheng came to Qingtang with thousands of troops, he would be beaten to the ground by Dong Xiang and run away. There would be no need for the soldiers to fight. Brave fighting is the innate ability of the Tubo people.
Instinct, this is a valuable asset given to them by the harsh environment.
But Yunzheng avoided the strongest point of the Tubo people and attacked Qingtang's primitive business. In this place where selling pancakes can drive buyers crazy, Yunzheng believed that he should do more.
It is certain to make money. Ever since Dong Fei allowed himself to barter, Qingtang's extremely fragile currency system was destined to be destroyed. Anyone with a discerning eye will see the role of currency in transactions because it is useful. Since shell currency
It took thousands of years for people to slowly embark on the road of currency exchange. Now, because of the irregular currency of the Song Dynasty, people in Qingtang will go back.
The peerless beauty Qingtang is guarding an empty house alone, just like the beautiful concubine of King Gesar in the lyrics, she cannot withstand the invasion of the wild beast Yunzheng.
As long as they are happy, the shepherds will sing and dance. They advocate simplicity, simple combat, simple life, and simple exchanges. They don’t know that the more complicated the transaction process, the greater the profits generated. When Yun Zheng
After replacing them as suppliers of goods, the business of the entire grassland will change, and Yunzheng will suck out the last drop of their blood like a vampire.
However, the fat sheep in Qingtang was too strong, and Yun Zheng really hoped that a few more people could come over to help him suck blood.
After dancing for a while, Yun Zheng wiped the sweat off his forehead and returned to his tent. Butler Lu's old face smiled like a flower. According to the current pattern, more than four thousand pieces of silk
, you don’t have to wait until you go to Xixia, you can change them all. The piles of cowhide and wool felt make the old housekeeper almost forget that he is still in Qingtang.
"Uncle, we can raise the price of our silk, why don't you allow it?" The old housekeeper, who had been happy for a while, also had other ambitions.
"You can't raise the price. You must give the shepherds an illusion. The money you get from selling sheepskins is not as much as the silk you can get directly by exchanging sheepskins. You don't have to ask why. From tomorrow, our caravan will leave here and continue to the grassland.
It is best to complete the final transaction in Miaochuan City. This is our first transaction, so we must make a name for ourselves and make everyone on the grassland know that we are not vampires, but barter in a regular manner.
A good merchant of goods must not only satisfy us, but also satisfy the Tibetan people. Only in this way can we open up business avenues."
Butler Lu now admires his uncle's wisdom. He originally thought he would lose money when transporting silk from Shu to Tubo, but he didn't expect that people here like silk so much. Although it is a little dirty and a bit ruined when wearing it, the things are already there.
If you sell it to someone else, it's their business to decide what to do with it.
The old housekeeper knew very well the value of the things he exchanged for silk. In Chengdu, a wool blanket was more than three times more expensive than a piece of silk of the same size, but here three wool blankets could be exchanged for a piece of silk of the same size.
No one has ever taken silk to the grassland to sell it, so its price is determined according to size. Once it is measured in copper coins, there will be no such big profit. This is a secret and needs to be kept strictly confidential. I believe that people will come here in the future.
Merchants will also operate strictly according to such prices, and their heads will not be leaked even if they are killed.
The old housekeeper came out of the accounting room and watched the shepherds happily hanging silk around each other's necks. For the first time, he felt that the silk in Sichuan should be sold to the grasslands, not to other places.
Jiao Siluo stood on the grassland, looking at the withered yellow grass stretching to the horizon. Countless cattle and sheep were gnawing on the withered grass, trying hard to add the last autumn fat to themselves. As long as the cattle and sheep here are strong, Qingtang's
No one can shake his position.
To form an alliance with the Song Dynasty or with the Xixia Dynasty, Jiao Siluo knew clearly in his heart that he was not strong enough to deal with the two opponents of the Xixia and Song Dynasty at the same time. He had to choose an ally to ensure that he would not be attacked from both sides at the same time.
That's good.
Yuan Hao of Xixia was obviously not a good ally. Jiao Siluo did not dare to expect a man who even killed his own mother and pregnant wife to abide by the covenant. In comparison, the Song Dynasty was much gentler.
It is a strange country. As long as you bow your head and surrender, you can get many benefits that you can't even dream of. They seem to only care about the name and not the actual benefits. They can afford such a price. As long as they can keep their
Qingtang, no matter how humble it is, it doesn't matter.
Because the richer Song Dynasty was by his side, Yuan Hao did not attack him, so Jiao Siluo devoutly hoped that Buddha could bless the Song Dynasty forever.
A whistle came from the horizon, and Jiao Siluo's eyes were full of love. This was the return of his most beloved son Dong Fei. The person next to him should be that fool Qing Yijie Guizhang. There are three heroes in one
Jiao Siluo still thought that his son's helpers were too few, but Dong Xiang's vision was too high. He didn't take his two brothers seriously.
Looking at his son standing on the stirrups and galloping, Jiao Siluo always thinks of his own pride when he was young. A good heir is more precious to the owner of the grassland than cattle, sheep and pasture.
"Father, I'm back!" Dong Zang jumped off his horse, and Qing Yijie Guizhang, who was a step behind him, also dismounted, but the child muttered as if he was complaining about something.
It's rare that he is rarely dissatisfied. Even if he is dissatisfied, he will use his own knife to eliminate it.
"Who won the horse race?" Jiao Siluo laughed. Instead of asking Dong Xiang how things went, he directly asked Qing Yi why he was dissatisfied with the ghost seal. If Dong Xiang cheated, Jiao Siluo planned to punish Qing Yi.
The Ghost Chapter wins. Fairness among friends is very important.
"A'zhan wins, Da. There was something very delicious today. I wanted to bring you some, but A'zhan didn't allow it."
Jiao Siluo laughed loudly and said: "Silly boy, it's just a little bit of food. As long as you think about growing up, I'll still be sweet even if you don't eat. The Han people always have some wonderful ways to make unforgettable delicious food. When you are old,
If you are older, you will know that there are more important things in this world than eating. What, that Han businessman invited you to eat? Does he abide by the rules of the grassland? "
"Father, he abides by the rules. He has been in Qinggu for three days when the child went there. He has not conducted a transaction in these three days and has been waiting for the child's order."
"What kind of goods did he bring? Tea? Salt? Rice? Or linen?"
Dong Zhan replied doubtfully: "The person who came was a young Song Dynasty official with a low official rank. The boy was very confused. He brought tea, salt, linen and rice. He even brought medicinal materials.
The kid understands these things, but the only thing he doesn't understand is that he brought a lot of silk!"
"Selling silk on the grassland?" Jiao Siluo's smiling face suddenly turned gloomy and asked through gritted teeth: "How does he plan to sell his silk? Does he want herders to wear silk clothes to graze their cattle?"
Jiao Siluo sat directly on the grass and motioned to Dong Zhan and Qing Yi to sit down together. He was going to teach them an ancient example of luxury and the destruction of a country.
Without waiting for him to say anything, Dong Zhan said: "The silk he sells is not for people to make clothes, but as gifts for the most distinguished guests. There are also rumors about Hada in the songs of the "Baozhong" people. Listen to
It is said that the lotus flower is made from the clouds in the sky to send blessings to people and wish everyone happiness and good fortune. There is also such a description in the biography of King Gesar, and the children can hear it clearly."
After Dong Xiang finished speaking, he took out the white khata from his arms and hung it around his father's neck, and sent his most sincere blessings. What Dong Xiang said was completely different from what Jiao Siluo was thinking.
After taking off the silk, I suddenly smelled a faint fragrance. This smell is very special and seems to penetrate into my brain. After wearing such a so-called khata, I feel very comfortable and my head is very clear. This is absolutely not the case.
What a filthy thing.
Just when Jiao Siluo was undecided, Dong Xiang took out a handful of broken copper coins from his arms and placed them in front of his father and said: "That Song Dynasty official said a lot of things that children don't understand. I can only ask you for advice."
Jiao Siluo looked at the broken copper coins, picked out the two pieces of Taizu's copper coins, placed them on the ground, sighed and said: "This copper coin is the most valuable, and the other four coins are worse than each other. This is what our Qing Dynasty has to offer."
Tang’s grief, we know clearly that the Song Dynasty court is causing trouble, but we can’t deal with it. If this merchant wants to buy something with the worst kind of copper coins, all we can do is raise the price a little!"
Dong Xiang shook his head and said: "That man didn't use copper coins. He said he was going to barter and use his own goods in exchange for the herdsman's goods. As for the price, he and the herdsman would agree on it themselves. As long as he wanted to, he could exchange it. If he didn't want to, he couldn't.
The exchange was carried out until everyone was satisfied. The boy thought this method was fair, so he agreed that he could exchange all goods except war horses, armor and swords, but he was required to use copper coins or silver to pay the commercial tax after completing the transaction.
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"You're not coming back like this, are you?" Jiao Siluo asked, looking at his son.
"No, Ha'er sent people to monitor their transactions. He stopped the herdsmen who completed the transactions in the distance and asked. The transaction process was very fair. The goods everyone exchanged were more than what they could buy with the same amount of copper coins.
Some herdsmen liked to eat a kind of food called oil cake, and even offered war horses in exchange for it, but he refused. He also told the herdsmen that an oil cake was not worth a horse, a sheep, or even a sheepskin.
It was only worth a handful of wool. In the end, he simply stopped selling the pancakes and gave all those things to the children.
You said that merchants are all greedy, but I see the virtue of a saint in him. Father, is there an exception to what you said?"
Jiao Siluo's face became very serious. He looked at the direction where Yun Zheng was doing business and said to Dong Xiang word by word: "Son, remember, businessmen are all greedy. There is nothing wrong with this sentence!" (