After listening to Fang Mingqian's words, Zhu Mengjiong felt that it made sense. After a while, he said: "Then I, the Minister of Fuso Taizheng, and General Zhengyi will discuss this matter?" He does not want to have a bad relationship with either the Kanto daimyo or the Fuso court.
After all, this is Fuso's territory. The local warriors are barbaric and fierce, and the people are ignorant and obedient to their superiors. He knows that before he came to Yokohama and now, there are many Fuso warriors who are fiercely opposed to lending Yokohama to the Ming Dynasty, even as a princess.
These people were only suppressed temporarily. If someone with a higher status and strength encouraged them, trouble would probably occur. He believed that Yunxi would not give in to Fusang, but if the matter reached the capital,
The emperor had to take action, and he would definitely be regarded as incompetent, which was not a good thing for him.
"Your Majesty, I guess your Majesty and Minister Fusang Taizheng have anticipated this matter. They are probably discussing it and will inform the prince when the results are available." Fang Mingqian said. He didn't believe that Yunxi, who was both serious about the economy and shrewd, would not foresee it.
to this matter.
Zhu Mengjiong was right. Yunxi attached great importance to financial and taxation matters, and it was impossible not to care about them. But after thinking for a while, he said: "In any case, your Majesty has no decree yet, so it is better not to let these businessmen trade directly with the Fusang people.
You ask that Lu division's thousand households to sort things out, and then act in accordance with His Majesty's decree after he has it."
Fang Mingqian was not surprised at all by this satisfactory decision, and replied in a deep voice: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Zhu Mengjiong told him a few more things and asked him to retreat.
When Fang Mingqian retired, he took out two books from the drawer and said to himself: "It seems that being a commander-in-chief in Yokohama cannot be like being a prince in the capital and only knows how to fight and manage politics. You must
Know something about finance and taxation.”
Then he opened one of the books and read it, and put the other one next to him. Through the bright sunlight in the room, he could see that the cover of the book read: "The Merchant's Affairs", written by an unknown author.
There is also a line of small words at the bottom of the cover: This book is only for the members of the clan to read internally. It is forbidden for others to see it. Violators will be severely punished.
The cover of the book he put next to him said: "Finance", signed by Zhu Yunxi, and also had that line of small characters.
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"Put it all away, put it all away! Prince Yong'an has an order. Now you are not allowed to do business with the Fusang people privately. Violators will be severely punished. You, you, you, if you don't put it away, we will take it away. And you...
"
A dozen soldiers from Yokohama's Sentoho Station, armed with sticks in their hands, went to the market to drive away merchants.
"You, you, why don't you put your things away quickly!" A soldier saw that a family was very slow to collect their things, so he went up to say a few words and pushed a middle-aged man.
A young man glared at him. The soldier saw it and sneered: "Hey, you are quite crazy." He then kicked a porcelain bottle and broke it, and said: "Crazy, you are numb, crazy, you won't stop damning it."
, I kicked all your goods to pieces!"
The middle-aged man who was pushed just now hurriedly turned around and said with a smile: "The kid is ignorant, sir, please forgive me." He took out a wad of money and handed it to him.
The soldier looked around and did not dare to accept the money, but his expression was still very relieved and said: "Older people still understand things. But this goods must be collected quickly."
He looked at the middle-aged man again and said, "I don't think you look like a businessman. Although your skin is very dark, your expression doesn't look like that. You look more like a scholar."
"Master Jun, I'm just a boy who can't study well. Now that I'm old, I can only do business to support my family. We'll collect these goods right away." As he spoke, he urged others to collect them quickly. After a while, he finished collecting and returned.
On the shore. Before leaving, he looked back and saw that everyone in the market, whether they were Chinese or Fusang people, had been driven away, and many of the slower people were beaten with sticks.
When they returned to the tent they had set up on the shore, the young man just now said harshly: "Dad, these Zhu family dogs are really not toys."
"Silence!" the middle-aged man said sternly to him.
After the young man shut up, he said: "It seems that if you want to do business with the Fuso people, you can't sell it like this. You can only find powerful people here to sell it en masse. Then they will definitely lower the price, but we shipped it here
The goods are all in short supply, so even if you put down a few bucks, you can still make a lot of money. We came here with the imperial navy, and we encountered neither storms nor pirates along the way. We had no losses at all, but we still made a profit.
The problem is how to contact the powerful people here. Businessmen who come to Fuso on weekdays can only go to Nagasaki to do business, and no one has ever been to Kanto."
"Dad, since it's so hard to do, let's go to Nagasaki to sell and do business in peace," said the young man.
"That's not okay. Some of our family members have never been in business before. If we don't have any connections, we will be bullied wherever we go. Only in a new place like Yokohama can we avoid being bullied," the middle-aged man said.
"But this new place is also risky." The young man said.
"The risk is not big, how can we make money? We sold half of the goods in the past two days, and the money we earned is already several times the capital; if we go to Nagasaki, we have no way out, the goods are piled up in the warehouse and we can't sell them.
, we can only sell it to market tyrants at low prices, and we can’t make much money at all. If we want to get a good relationship, we won’t be able to get it for a few years. What’s the situation of our family now, and how many years will we have?” said the middle-aged man.
Hearing this, the young man lowered his head. What's going on with their family? Their family name is Yan, and they are a member of Yan Zhenzhi's clan. At the end of the first year of Jianye, Yan Zhenzhi was imprisoned for being a traitor, and his immediate family members were exiled to the northwest.
, those who are slightly further away have their honors revoked and are not allowed to participate in scientific examinations for thirty years.
Immediately afterwards, they were expelled from the family by the tribesmen who were still able to participate in the scientific examination, and their lives were difficult. An old man in his fifties who had studied all his life committed suicide in order to save food. The capital for business was borrowed from people who had been favored by Yan Zhenzhi.
.The interest rate is not high, three cents in profit (30%) in half a year. But apart from doing risky business, how can you earn three cents in half a year?
Seeing his son bowing his head in silence, a middle-aged man named Yan Xiu said warmly: "Go and arrange for the storage of goods. The ground at the seaside is always very damp, and many things must be carefully preserved. Go and take a look, don't let it go."
The guy is lazy. Just leave it to dad to find ways to sell the remaining goods."
A young man named Yan Tingjing bowed his head and left the tent.
Watching him leave, Yan Xiu stood up and walked towards the tent of another family. That family had done business in Nagasaki before and might have some connections.
