I don’t know when the leader of Zhao’s Trading Company in Qinzhou was changed from Zhao Cheng to Zhao Zaiqing.
Zhao Zaiqing is the fourth son of Zhao Cheng. He is thirty-seven years old this year. He is in the prime of life, full of ambition and has deep plans for Zhao's business territory.
Zhao Cheng is dead, and he and Kang Fojin, a wealthy businessman in Lingzhou, died almost immediately.
Although he has great wealth, he is still a small figure compared with the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty. If he dies, the saint will not leave the court because of it, and he may not even know about it.
In the Duting Posthouse in the southwest of Luocheng, Zhao Zaiqing was about to leave when he unexpectedly came face to face with a group of strangely dressed Tibetan people. He had seen a lot of Tibetan people.
As a large businessman specializing in products from the Western Regions, what Tibetan people have not seen Zhao Cheng and his son? Have you seen the red-haired one? I have.
Have you seen someone with blond hair? I have.
But these people in front of me obviously have black hair, but their buns are too weird: yin and yang heads, dragging a pig tail. "Gaofu Cheng."
"Gao Gong."
When the officials in the station saw the leader, those who recognized him immediately stood up and saluted.
Zhao Zaiqing knew this person, and he also stepped forward to salute, but he was squeezed behind, which made him a little embarrassed. Gao Lun, Gao Renhou's second grandson, was the second generation Ba Guogong.
Zhao Zaiqing knew this person and benefited from King Zhao.
Gao Lun's father died young and he was sent to Longchi Palace in Anyi when he was a boy. He studied with the princes and princesses and was his classmate for several years. Later he served as a local county magistrate and traveled around the state. His political achievements were lackluster and he seemed to be in trouble.
There was no chance of promotion, so he was transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and did what he could, such as eating, drinking, having fun with the Mohe leaders, and traveling around.
He had no chance to attack the prince.
Duke Ba Guo could give it to Gao Renhou's other sons or his eldest grandson, but no matter what, it wouldn't be his turn.
However, Gao Renhou missed his eldest son who died young and decided to make his grandson his heir. It happened that his eldest grandson was punished for raping a common girl and lost the chance to seize the title. So the next grandson, Gao Lun, turned around and became the second generation Duke of Ba.
, quite lucky.
"Zhao Silang." Young Master Gao Lun pushed away the green-robed officials and walked straight to Zhao Zaiqing. He said with a smile, "We haven't seen him for almost two years. Come, sit down and have a drink."
Zhao Zaiqing was flattered and said yes repeatedly.
"Oh, gentlemen, please sit down and serve the food and wine. I'm taking care of it today." Gao Lun laughed loudly and said. Mr. Gao paid the bill. The postmaster smiled crookedly and immediately went to the kitchen to take charge.
Of course, Gao Lun doesn't actually have to pay much money out of his own pocket. It's his job to eat and drink with him, and he has a certain reimbursement limit, and he only has to spend the excess money himself.
"Gao Gong, this is..." Zhao Zaiqing asked, looking at the people who were still looking around after sitting down. The inns of the Guo Dynasty were divided into levels just like those of the former Tang Dynasty.
During the pre-Tang Dynasty, Huazhou Pude Post had extremely strong regulations and was called "the armor of the postal pavilion".
The imperial capital was Luoyang, with Duting Station and Jirun Station located in the southwest of Luoyang and the other in the east of the city. They were also hub-type stations with a grand scale. On the other side of Taiyuan Prefecture, the inn renovated from the Palace of the Prince of Jin was also a regional hub with a grand scale.
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Dutingyi has hundreds of acres of post fields and dozens of pavilions and buildings, which can accommodate four to five hundred people at the same time. The decoration is also very elegant, and because it is located in the suburbs of Beijing, there is no need to worry about passenger flow.
Therefore, for such a post station, the imperial court only gave the post general a contract period of fifteen years. After fifteen years, he would be replaced. The post general was born in the Tianxiong Army. When he was young, he was so brave and invincible that he made countless achievements, so that even the saints were amazed.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to get the hen that laid the golden eggs.
These Mohe people have been in the Central Plains for a long time and know that this is a post station. Looking around now, they are probably shocked by its scale. How does it compare to the simple dog sledge post station in Bohai Country? Of course it is not comparable.
"The Ministry of Internal Affairs visited the Mohe tribes in Lu, Xian, Mu, Ji and other prefectures and selected their leaders or descendants to come to the capital. In fact, it was not a big deal, so I just wandered around." Gao Lun said nonchalantly: "After the Zhengdan day, we will
Send them back to Liaodong."
"What does this mean?" Zhao Zaiqing asked.
If people eat, drink and play for free, the imperial court's money won't be so generous, right?
"Haha, let them
Open your eyes." Gao Lun said with a smile: "Don't sit at home and be arrogant, thinking that with a few hundred pigs, you will be extremely rich." Zhao Zaiqing laughed silently.
Gao Lun is a bit ungrounded and looks down on these natives. Perhaps the saint has done too well and made them a little too arrogant. But maybe it is not a bad thing. Daxia's national power is booming, and he is somewhat confident and even slightly arrogant.
It's normal, as long as you're not too arrogant.
"After going around in such a circle, what do you think, the bosses?" The postman had already started serving the dishes. Zhao Zaiqing watched carefully and found that the Mohe heads had a special liking for steamed cakes, dumplings, soup cakes and other foods, so he added
They also like meat with various seasonings. Looking at their feet, everyone has a bulging bag, and they don’t know what it contains.
"The prosperity of the Central Plains has dazzled them." Gao Lun was still polite and poured a bowl of wine for Zhao Zaiqing and said: "Yesterday someone asked me how much it costs to buy a house in Luoyang? Is five hundred pigs enough?
If it's not enough, he can add ten more horses."
Even Zhao Zaiqing laughed now.
Pigs cannot be sold at a high price in the Central Plains, and ten horses are not worth much. These things are definitely not enough, and no one may be willing to sell them.
Nowadays, those who live in Luoyang Zhufang are basically the first generation and are not short of money. If you really want to have a house for sale, you have to wait at least until the second or third generation to see if there are any unscrupulous descendants who are eager to raise money.
, sold the house.
"I told them that Luoyang was originally in ruins. The city was rebuilt by saints, and the imperial court had a lot of houses in its hands. In fact, there are still some blocks that have not been cleared, and there is still room for building houses. I want to
The house in Luoyang is worth your life." Gao Lun also poured himself a bowl of wine, and after taking a sip, he praised: "Heyang's Shuofang Shao Shao is actually more delicious than Lingxia's, not bad."
The postman brought another large bowl of venison.
It looked like it was from Liaodong. After it was marinated and dried until hard, it was shipped back by ship and shipped to Luoyang before the Yellow River was frozen.
Zhao Zaiqing observed carefully and found that the people in Mohetou were not very interested in the venison at first. However, after tasting a few bites, they found it delicious and immediately started to eat it.
Zhao Zaiqing secretly laughed twice.
The same ingredients are made more delicious and more refined than yours, so they should feel the difference.
Gao Lun also looked back and said with a smile: "I heard that the saint gathered all the powerful people by the Meituo Lake and had no choice but to eat raw rabbit dried meat, raw deer tongue and other foods, haha. It's exciting just thinking about it!
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Zhao Zaiqing laughed twice. He did not dare to make up a saint, but after hearing this, he was in awe of the saint. The saint was so condescending and condescending, not just to make friends with those barbarians, but for the sake of the world after all.
"Gao Gong just mentioned the matter of the houses in Luoyang. The Mohetou people have families, businesses and slaves. I'm afraid they are not willing to risk their lives?" Zhao Zaiqing didn't want to touch dangerous questions anymore, so he asked other questions.
"Oh." Gao Lun put down the bowl of wine and said, "I told them that they don't necessarily have to fight for themselves. Someone can fight for them." "What did they say?" Zhao Zaiqing asked.
"Some people are more simple and think that this is not possible. You have to fight for what you want." Gao Lun said: "Some people are moved and understand what I mean."
Zhao Zaiqing nodded silently.
He probably knew what the imperial court was thinking. To divide and disintegrate, win over the leaders, one by one as they could, and consume a group as they could. When they weakened to a certain extent, they would slowly annex them.
Didn't the Lingxia Dangxiang slowly disappear like this? It's just the same old trick.
But this kind of scheme is really difficult to break, because it targets the weakness of people's hearts. If you were the leader of the Mohe clan, if you had the opportunity to use the blood of the clan's children in exchange for the wealth of your family, would you be willing? Maybe some people wouldn't
, but there must be people who are willing.
In this way, some people will stand on the side of the court and form an opposition to those relatively simple people. If you manage things well, the former will gradually increase and the latter will gradually decrease. Over time, the Mohe tribes will disappear.
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"The king's army is attacking Hunan. Maybe he can recruit the brave men from Mohe Township to go south." Zhao Zaiqing said, "attack and destroy them as soon as possible."
Ma Yin, the world can be settled as soon as possible." "Ma Yin? He is almost finished." Gao Lun sneered and said, "I just heard someone say that Ma Yin has sent an envoy to the camp of King Qin to beg for surrender. He should have found out that he has returned to heaven.
We were powerless, so we sent someone to discuss terms."
"He still wants to negotiate terms?" Zhao Zaiqing asked in surprise.
"Some people have this kind of virtue." Gao Lun said: "On the surface, Ma Yin still owns the five states of Tan, Chen, Yong, Heng, and Shao, and has tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. He can still fight. The sword is not put to his neck.
How can you sincerely submit to me when you go to court? Fight and talk, talk and fight, that's what it should be."
"If Ma Yin is smarter, this will be a good opportunity to surrender." Zhao Zaiqing sighed and said: "We have the five states in our hands. If we surrender at this time, the conditions should not be too bad. No matter what, no what!"
"Stop talking about Ma Yin." Gao Lun said, "You came to Beijing this time to do business again?"
"I purchased a batch of goods brought by Hu merchants from the Western Regions. I made an agreement with several big dealers in Nanshi to sell them to them. I also took a batch of brocades and sold them to Qingtang City." Zhao Zaiqing did not hide it either.
For those who do this business, others know their methods very well.
"I'll show you a new way." Gao Lun said suddenly. "Please give me some advice from Mr. Gao." Zhao Zaiqing cheered up and said.
"The envoy who visited Khotan has returned. The king of Khotan accepted the imperial title and sent an envoy to return." Gao Lun said: "If the Daqi Road is repaired, the trade route will be open. Yulangdong Heyu is very famous
Yes, but it’s not worth much in the local area. Gui Yijun once exchanged 200 bolts of silk for 30 kilograms of jade, how many times the profit do you think?”
Khotan did indeed send an envoy to return this visit, and they were generous and sincere. The envoy brought a thousand horses, 500 camels, more than 500 jade pills, 500 kilograms of amber, 40 kilograms of sand, and eight branches of coral.
, brown dry horses, jade belts, jade saddles, and a number of weapons were presented to the court as tribute. The smooth canonization of King Khotan also marked a dramatic change in the political situation in the Western Regions. The conditions for the Western Expedition were gradually obtained.
Satisfied. "What Gao Gong said is very much what I want." Zhao Zaiqing raised the wine bowl and said, "If things come true in the future, I will thank you generously."
"It's a small matter." Gao Lun waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "I don't love money, I just love watching the fun." Zhao Zaiqing laughed.
This kind of behavior leaves people speechless. But he is sensible. People don't need to do it, but you can't express it.
Kingdom of Khotan - He held the wine bowl and pondered for a while. Since the saint wanted to conquer the west, he might be able to make a fuss about this matter and try to get ahead. As a businessman, as long as there is enough profit, you can do anything.
We will even send you supplies to the ends of the earth.