Chapter five hundred and seventy first investment is too large
Cen Shen and Daorou stood outside the hut and waited. Not long after, Qiu'e walked over from the pond carrying a burden. When she saw the two people in the yard, she was surprised at first, then lowered her head and asked.
He walked to the water tank in the yard with a pole.
Daorou turned around and shouted into the hut: "Alang."
Li Siye put down his book and walked out of the door. He was also surprised to see Qiu'e: "What? Didn't he take you with him?"
Qiu'e smiled bitterly and nodded.
"It doesn't matter. Since I'm here, he will be back in a few days." He turned back to Cen Shen and said, "The books in the house are about to get damp and moldy. Let's move them out to dry them first."
The two of them carried the books out of the yard and arranged the books on the wooden board in order, exposing the stacks to the sun. Cen Shen accidentally opened the pages of a volume and suddenly found that the handwriting in the book had a familiar feeling.
Rather than saying that Cen Shen is a liberal arts man who is emotional, it is better to say that he is a science man who is good at thinking and dedicated to seeking truth. He held the page in his hand and stared hard at the writing on it, as if he had called up a search engine in his mind.
The train of thought entered a blind corner for a while, and then came out again in a cunning way.
Oh, he remembered it. He remembered the thrilling intrigues between all parties involved in Tianbao's three years on Yuanye, and finally disappeared into silence. As the son of Qiu Wei, he had the honor to observe the authentic work of the creator of the big case.
, although these things have now been destroyed in the sea of fire, the other party's handwriting has remained in his mind.
When Li Siye saw his expression, he immediately slapped his forehead and guessed that it might be a bad dish. This boy Cen Shen must have seen Xu Bin's original work, otherwise how could he have the air of missing people after seeing things.
He squatted in front of him, stretched out his hand to press the page, and his voice was low and soft, sounding like a warning from a scheming villain to a conscientious person: "Cen Shen, sometimes what you see is not what you think, some people are just living shells.
, or the body is not my own body, but his existence is very useful to me and to this world. In short, you understand what I mean."
Cen Shen is not a stubborn straight man who accepts death. Otherwise, the trajectory of the development of things will become that of a scholar with integrity who is not afraid of the powerful and powerful, and dares to expose the truth and bring to justice the culprit who planned a shocking crime and was shielded by the governor of the feudal town.
The story of Efa.
The palms of his hands holding the spine of the book became sweaty, and he quickly said something to make the other party relax their vigilance: "Doctor, Dai Liulang is Dai Liulang, and no one else can replace him. I believe what you say."
Li Siye helped him up from the ground and said with a smile: "You are a literati who often uses pen and ink, so you naturally have a deeper understanding of paper. How about going to the paper mill and appreciating the paper?"
Qiu'e sat in the distance with empty eyes, turning a blind eye to the books and papers on the floor. Although she had little knowledge, after witnessing all kinds of things in the world, she no longer insisted on the truth or falsehood of certain things. Dai Wanghe, who was happy with his grudges, danced with words.
There is no essential difference between Dai Wang and Dai Wang. If she firmly believes in this truth, wouldn't her life be hopeless?
Li Siye briefly read through Dai Wang's works. For those things he disagreed with, he took up his pen and wrote them on another piece of paper, sandwiching them between the pages of the book as valuable advice on trade transport management.
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Fifteen days later, Dai Wang returned to Shule City from Congling, followed by a camel team and more than a dozen followers. These people had different skin colors, and their faces were as dry as dry trees caused by wind, snow and frost.
of numbness.
He was wearing a black robe, and his face was covered with a mask carved from nanmu. He looked stiff and strange. The poet Cen Shen saw him at the gate of the paper mill, and smiled stiffly as if he had been assimilated, and turned his gaze
Moved elsewhere.
Dai Wang ordered all these people to wait in the paper mill, and led the horse towards the hut alone. He paused outside the fence and saw Qiu'e sitting at the door sewing clothes, and then saw Qiu'e sitting at the other side of the door.
On one side is the beautiful maid Daorou.
He sighed for no reason, then tied the horse's reins to the fence post, walked over, opened the door and entered the house.
Li Siye was sitting behind the desk and was about to pick up a pen to write. When he looked up and saw Dai Wang walking in, he had to put his pen and ink on the inkstone and rub his hands.
Dai Liulang said carelessly: "I have spent all your money."
He sneered easily, "Money is meant to be spent. This is a necessary process of investment..." He suddenly came back to his senses and asked dumbfounded: "You just destroyed such a big box of gold.
?”
Dai Wang chuckled from behind the mask: "Not just a box of gold, I drained all the money and silk from the account books of Congling Shouzhou City, and took out the paper mill's three years of foreign trade savings. The entire
It cost 750,000 yuan.
This number may not sound scary, but it is actually an astronomical figure. During the Tianbao period, the national annual rent and tax revenue was 10 million yuan. In the early days of the founding of the Kaiyuan military recruitment system, the total reward and salary for all frontier troops in a year was
The cost is also 16.7 million yuan.
Dai Wang ignored Li Siye's sudden emotional digestion, took out a book from his arms, placed it in front of him, and said loudly: "This is all the expenses for preparing to build the station from Qunu City to Niduo City, as well as the Congling Line.
After all the money was spent on all the inns on Chifotang Road, I realized that the money was not enough to fully operate them."
Li Siye grabbed his head and asked melancholy: "How much money is left?"
"There is still a shortfall of 60,000 yuan, so I plan to come back and sell all the paper in the paper mill, and then sell the paper mill and my technology for improving paper to make up the final money. Don't worry, I only need these things
Sell it to the Han people, never to the Hu people."
"That can't be sold." Li Siye leaned on the desk and said, "You really want to go bankrupt, right? The Pepper Trading Road has been in preparation for nearly two years, but you haven't gotten back a penny, and you have almost lost all your original capital.
If this thing cannot be done, this paper mill will be the trump card and the opportunity to make a comeback. Don't leave yourself a way out."
Dai Wang touched his mask and asked nonchalantly: "What should I do? If you don't spend these 60,000 yuan, the previous 75 yuan will be in vain. The deeper I know about India this time, the more I find that
This is huge and long-lasting wealth. There are countless pepper trees, rosewood trees, dipterocarp trees, and various fennel trees on this land. The rice grown can be harvested twice a year, making it an excellent source of military rations."
"So what? Are you still counting on me occupying it in the future? As a food-producing area for the Anxi Army?"
"Why not? To the south of the Ganges River, there are hundreds of kingdoms, large and small, but they live in peace and harmony without anyone competing for hegemony. Each Buddhist kingdom is in decline. The Brahmins are in full swing, treating the people like enemy invaders and ants, trampling them on wantonly. As long as there are 10,000 people walking along
Big and small Bolu went south to attack and destroy one country, while other countries watched with their hands folded and wiped out their kings, while the people clapped their hands and cheered..."
Li Siye suddenly remembered the story of more than 2,000 people in the British Commonwealth maintaining the rule of India. Desire rose in his heart, and he calmed down. He waved his hand to Dai Wang and said, "Don't go too far. I already have a source for this money."
We’ll get the funds in place for you as soon as possible.”
The only things he can use now are the box of gold in the old house in Xinchangfang, Chang'an, and the Miji store in Michagan on the West Market. The time wasted just going back and forth is ridiculous.
Li Siye asked thoughtfully: "Where is the shortage of these 60,000 guan? I have a sum of money in Chang'an. It will take a lot of manpower to transport it here."
"The most scarce thing now is the livestock in Congling. According to the climate in Congling, the only animals that can adapt to the local environment are yaks. Captive yaks are easy to find, but there is a shortage of truly tamed yaks that can pull carts. We
We are hostile to Tibet and it is difficult to buy yaks. The price of yaks that can pull carts in Anxi is extremely high. I plan to spend 5,000 guan to buy yaks. Also, on the Khotan line trade route in the Gobi Desert, more than a thousand camels and ponies need to be requisitioned.
Two warehouses will be built along the way. A trading house, warehouse and transfer station will be built near Yangguan."
When Li Siye thought about it, he didn't need to spend the money, at least not now. It wouldn't be too late to upgrade the hardware when the economy becomes rich in the future.