"This, this," after hearing Zhu Mengnan's words, Miura Keigo sweated on his forehead and didn't know how to answer.
"Don't worry, I won't ask for your things in vain if I give you money." Zhu Mengfan said.
"This quantity is too much. According to the rules of the shogunate, goods cannot be sold privately to foreigners, and the Ming Dynasty also approved it." Miura Keigo said.
"This is not for sale. I like the fans from Sagami Country, so I want them from you; and I care about the craftsmen, so I paid for them." Zhu Mengnan said.
How could Miura Keigo believe Zhu Mengsan's lies? If he only wanted ten or twenty pieces, he could still think that Zhu Mengsan kept them for himself or gave them to relatives and friends; for five hundred pieces at once, there was no other explanation other than smuggling.
Miura Keigo sneered in his heart: "So what if the prince of the Kingdom of Shang Dynasty doesn't love money?" At the same time, he said: "Your Majesty, these five hundred are not easy to deal with."
"Haha, I am joking with you. Where can we use so many fans? Unless it is for smuggling. I only need fifteen fans." Zhu Mengfan suddenly laughed, making Miura Keigo a little at a loss.
"I heard that Mitsubishi came to Odawara Castle a few days ago?" Zhu Mengnan changed the topic very abruptly.
"Ah, yes." Miura Keigo couldn't keep up with his rhythm for a while.
"The rice wine he donated is good. It's not like the one shipped from Nagasaki at all. It's very fragrant." Zhu Mengfan said. After saying this, Zhu Mengfan stopped talking to him, turned around and left Miura Keigo.
But Miura Keigo's expression suddenly changed. He understood what Zhu Mengnan meant, glanced at him, and sat down again with a frown. I don't know how long it took, but he seemed to understand something and opened his eyebrows.
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Yan Xiu and Yan Tingjing stood on the dock until the fleet completely disappeared from sight, then they put down their waving hands and turned around to leave the dock.
"Are you ready for the house?" Yan Xiu asked.
"Dad, I have looked at the house and bought a house close to the side wall from a nearby village, not far from the Yokohama General Military Mansion." Yan Tingjing said.
"Although we will definitely move to Yokohama City in the future when it is built, it is still early for the city to be built, and houses that can accommodate people in the city are not available until every year, so we will live in this house in the next few years.
Don't be careless." Yan Xiu warned.
"Dad, don't worry, my son also understands this truth and won't be careless. You will know after you take a look." Yan Tingjing said. As he said that, he took Yan Xiu to the house he was looking for.
At the gate of the village, Yan Tingjing spoke to the local fishermen in broken Japanese, and the fishermen let them in. Seeing the house, Yan Xiu walked around it, nodded and said, "Well, not bad, the house looks very solid.
, the location is good, the house can be renovated and renovated. You read it right this time. Who is the owner of this house? Please come over to sign a contract and pay the money."
Yan Tingjing, who finally received praise from his father, excitedly called the owner of the house and signed a contract. Yan Xiu paid the bill with the copper coins he brought from Ming Dynasty.
But then something went wrong where to register. Yan Xiu was in a foreign country, and he was afraid that these Fusang fishermen would cheat him, so he had to register with the government, and the fishermen agreed.
But now according to the scope of the dowry land designated by Yoshimitsu to Akiko, this village is within the scope of Akiko's dowry land, so it seems that it should be registered at the Yokohama General Military Office.
But at the same time, there are regulations saying that the Yokohama General Military Office has no jurisdiction over the people of Fuso, and all the people still belong to Sagami Province. So they don't know where to register.
"That's all, just spend more money and register in both places, just in case." Yan Xiu said.
Yan Tingjing was a little reluctant to part with it, but he had no objection because of insurance. But the two Fuso fishermen had a problem. They thought they were going to the Yokohama General Military Mansion of the Ming Dynasty to register, and they were not afraid; but when they heard that they were going to Fuso's Yamen, they were surprised.
They were very scared. Yan Xiu had to comfort them for a long time before they agreed to register with the relevant departments of Sagami Country.
Facts have proved that the fear of these two fishermen is not unreasonable. The Fuso people who work in the relevant departments are greedy and shameless when faced with two ordinary fishermen. If they had not seen that they were traveling with two Ming people, they would have sold their houses.
It is very likely that every penny of the money obtained will be squeezed away; even if someone from the Ming Dynasty accompanied you, they would charge a large registration fee.
After leaving the door of the relevant department in Fuso, the two Fuso fishermen ran away, as if someone was going to arrest them and kidnap them.
Yan Xiu shook his head. He was not young anymore, and he still remembered what his father told him about how shameless the government officials in Meng Yuan were. He didn't believe it at the time. But even Mr. Semu, who his father said was very greedy, didn't have these fusangs.
People are greedy.
"Thank you Mazu for allowing me to be born in the Ming Dynasty." He silently prayed to Mazu in his heart.
"These two fishermen sold their houses to us, where do they live?" Yan Xiu came back to his senses and asked.
"They have other houses, also in the village." Yan Tingjing replied.
"That's good, the province depends on us. Next, we have to stay here for at least half a year before going home. During this half year, let's see if we can find something that Fuso can export to the Ming Dynasty." Yan Xiu said.
After that, their father and son inspected here. After several days of continuous inspection, Yan Tingjing said to Yan Xiu: "Father, I haven't seen anything that Fusang can export to the Ming Dynasty, but I have discovered something that the Ming Dynasty can export to Fusang."
"What?" Yan Xiu asked.
"Food. The land in Fusang is too barren, and the yield per mu is far lower than that of the Ming Dynasty. There are mountains everywhere, and there are few places suitable for farming. If they were not surrounded by the sea and the people eat a lot of fish and shrimp, some people would have starved to death.
Already."
"So the price of food here is very expensive. The price of coarse grains is the same as that of rice in China. Rice is even more expensive, and it may not be available yet. Fortunately, our family brought a little more food with us when we set off from China, and we haven't finished it yet.
, otherwise I can only eat brown rice." Yan Tingjing said.
He has never eaten whole grains since he was a child. Because he was young, even when his family was the poorest not long ago, he only ate millet and porridge and had never eaten whole grains. After arriving in Fusang and earning a lot of money, he was even less willing to eat whole grains.
But the reality is that even if they have money, they may not be able to buy enough rice.
Yan Xiu didn't pay attention to this matter a few days ago. Now that he thought about it after listening to Yan Tingjing's words, it is indeed rare to see ordinary Fusang people eating rice. They only eat whole grains and grilled fish. If there is a little salt, it will be a rare delicacy.
Already.
"Transporting rice to Fuso for sale? Even if you load a ship with expensive rice and ship it to Yokohama, you won't make much money. If you can all arrive safely, that's fine. If you can't make it safely, let pirates rob a few ships along the way.
The gain outweighs the loss. If you want to make money, you have to have enough ships to prevent pirates from making any plans." Yan Xiu said.
"By the way, Dad, before I left China, I heard that someone was ordering grain from merchants in Ningbo Prefecture and asking them to transport it to the Shipping Department of Shanghai. I don't know whether it is true or not. Is the rice in Nanyang cheaper than in Jiangsu and Zhejiang?" Yan Tingjing
said suddenly.
"Don't worry about whether the rice in Nanyang is cheaper than that in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. You can worry about it later when you go back. Now go to the Yokohama General Military Building to see if there is any rice for sale. We only have enough rice left to last for two days.
Even if you eat more fish and shrimp like a fisherman, you can last for five days at most. You have to buy some rice." Yan Xiu said. He himself can accept eating whole grains, but his son has to eat rice.
After listening to his father's words, Yan Tingjing stopped thinking about whether Nanyang or Jiangsu and Zhejiang rice was cheaper, and followed his father's footsteps to the vicinity of the Yokohama General Military Palace.
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"Haha, I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich." Xiao Zhuo looked at the rice in front of him and smiled.
Li Taiyuan, who had just arrived, asked excitedly: "How much does this rice cost?"
"One hundred wen per stone, one hundred wen per stone." Xiao Zhuo said with a smile.
"One hundred coins." Li Taiyuan felt like he was about to faint from happiness. It is now the seventh month of the Ming Dynasty, and the early rice in Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas has been harvested. Food is the cheapest time of the year, but it costs more to buy one stone of rice in the market.
One hundred sixty-seven cents. Even if a big grain merchant collects grain from farmers, the price is definitely more than one hundred cents and one stone. The Li family also has hundreds of acres of land to grow grain, and the purchase price from farmers is never low.
In one hundred and ten articles.
And it still needs to be transported from the village to the warehouse, which costs manpower; it is directly unloaded from their ship, weighed and put into your own ship, and then it can be easily transported back, which saves not a little bit.
"Tai Yuan, let me remind you that this time they brought more than 10,000 shi of rice in one go. Do we have to eat it all?" Xiao Zhuo reminded.
"More than 10,000 kilograms of rice is just over 1,000 guan of money. What's not to eat?" Li Taiyuan asked rhetorically.
"The money is enough, but what about the space? There are definitely not enough granaries in Shanghai. Does your family have enough granaries to store these grains? Anyway, our granaries are full now." Xiao Zhuo continued to ask.
"Well, I guess there isn't." Li Taiyuan's family doesn't usually do the grain business, so they don't have many granaries. Now that the harvest has just been harvested, the granaries at home are probably full.
"What do you think we should do?" Li Taiyuan asked Xiao Zhuo.
"Isn't this easy to handle? Find Wang Rende. He is not a local from Shanghai. Ask him to contact the grain merchant in Songjiang Prefecture. We will buy it from here for 100 Wen and sell it to the local for 120 Wen.
It would be great for a grain merchant to make a fortune just by standing still," Xiao Zhuo said.
"Our family has to leave more than a thousand stone to pay taxes on the mulberry fields. More than a thousand stone can still fit in our family's granary," Li Taiyuan said.
"Our family also has to leave a few hundred stones to pay taxes." Xiao Zhuoye said.
"Then I'll go to the city right away to find Wang Rende. Brother Xiao, please keep an eye here first." Li Taiyuan said immediately.
"Slow down!" Xiao Zhuo shouted.
"What's wrong, Brother Xiao?" Li Taiyuan asked strangely.
"Li Taiyuan, haven't you realized the biggest problem in this matter?" Xiao Zhuo said to him.
