Chapter 296 She drew a circle outside Fuming Town
The arrival of the Kyoto inspection team was like throwing a pot of water into a frying pan, and the seven towns almost started fighting over where these businessmen would live.
In the end, it was Gu Nanxi who made the decision and arranged an inspection route for the merchants passing through seven towns, ensuring that each town would have a chance to perform for two or three days, and each town would be responsible for the safety of the caravan in the territory. .
For Gu Nanxi’s great cause, Su Yunyan reluctantly said goodbye to Gu Nanxi and led the caravan eastward.
The caravan is gone, but the pace of building Yunzhou cannot stop!
It just so happened that this time, Su Yunyan brought a large amount of money and left several Baiwei Restaurant chefs for Gu Nanxi!
With money, everything is easy.
Gu Nanxi has only visited four towns so far, and he has a vague idea of the positioning of these four towns.
But because everything is not ready yet, we can only choose the easiest thing to do first!
"General, you call me."
The door was pushed open, and the deputy general came in together with Gu Shisan, Gu Sanjiu and others.
As soon as they came in, they happened to see Gu Nanxi drawing a big circle on the sheepskin map with a charcoal pen.
"What are you?"
The deputy general and others were confused. The area Gu Nanxi had circled was a weed field with exposed sand and rocks.
Originally, this place was the same as the grassland, with luxuriant green grass.
However, due to the offensive and defensive battles over the years, this place was burned, trampled by people, and crushed by carriages. Therefore, I don’t know since which year, such lush green grass can no longer grow on the land here.
Unless they want to go south to attack the city, Tatars and other nomads living on the grasslands are not rare to come here.
The citizens of Fuming Town are not willing to come here, after all, not even a single wild vegetable can be dug here.
Gu Nanxi, who was stimulated by poverty, did not make a fuss, but said concisely: "I want to build a market here!"
"Huh?!"
The deputy general, Gu Shisan and others looked at each other.
Although I guessed that the general was going to open a border trade, I never expected that this circle would be drawn outside Fuming Town.
Gu Nanxi: "We want to eat the caravans that take the grassland route!"
Because in recent years, the surrounding officials have adopted an unacceptable attitude towards these caravans, which has led to There are fewer and fewer caravans traveling through the grasslands.
Some caravans even traded directly with the Tatars instead of coming to the Great Zhou Dynasty.
To reverse this image, the caravans must see Da Zhou's sincerity.
First open a market in the area that both sides don't care about, remove the scruples in the minds of the caravans, and let them get benefits. This will make it easier to open border trade throughout Yunzhou in the future!
In terms of geographical location, Fuming Town is in the middle. No matter which direction you cross the grassland, it is more convenient to reach Ming Town.
In terms of safety, the reputation Gu Jiajun has gained over the past ten years is enough to ensure the safety of the market.
The lieutenant general hesitated: "But, winter is coming soon, and this market may not be very big."
Gu Nanxi smiled mysteriously: "The aroma of wine is also afraid of the deep alleys. How can a market be built just by word of mouth among merchants?"
The deputy general doesn't know what the general wants to do, how can this market be built? Could it be that you just drive it if you want?
Which city’s market wouldn’t take several years to develop into a large scale?
Forget it, the general is still young, let her touch the southern wall and she will know that the border is different from Kyoto. Here, just being alive is good enough.
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This winter, in the north of the Great Zhou Dynasty, outside Fuming Town, the largest free market in history swept across the entire grassland at the speed of a tornado!
At the beginning of winter, the herdsmen in the small tribes on the grassland heard that the Tatars were deflated in the Great Zhou Dynasty and that the name of the jade-faced King of Hell could stop babies from crying at night, so they carefully hid their traces.
I am not only afraid of being plundered by the Tatars who lack supplies for the winter, but also afraid of being found by the Jade Faced King of Hell!
Unexpectedly, the wind-like Zhou cavalry still found their place of residence!
They flashed their swords in cold light, but said beautiful words: "By the order of the general, we sincerely invite all tribes in the grassland to go to the market outside Fuming Town!"
The people from the small tribe carried a card on their shoulders. With a face as if he was going to die, he led the cattle and sheep to the market.
I thought this was a trick of the Jade Faced King of Hell, but I didn’t expect that the wasteland outside Fuming Town had long been leveled, and rows of wooden sheds had been erected to protect it from the wind and snow.
The first representative of the small tribe to come to the market was so scared that he still asked tremblingly: "Sir, these are all the cattle and sheep in our tribe, and we still have to keep them for the winter. .Please give me Let's find a way to survive! We have never gone south to rob!"
Fu Mingyuan looked expressionless, holding the long knife behind his back, staring at the small tribe representative until he almost collapsed to the ground, then he said. .
"You are lucky to meet our general. She is kind-hearted and can't bear you to starve and freeze in winter, so she opened the big market."
The people in the small tribe were almost crying. The jade-faced King of Hell, when he kills people, he kills the entire tribe! Is this called being kind-hearted? !
The representative of the small tribe was heartbroken. Why is it so difficult for this person to live? !
Fortunately, another young man with a foreign appearance pointed out a way for him to survive: "There are food sellers in this market. You can go and have a look."
The representative of the small tribe did not believe in jade noodles. The King of Hell had such good intentions, but he still walked towards the food sales place.
Basket after basket of golden wheat is placed there naked, exuding the aroma of wheat.
He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked the price. Although the price is more expensive than the one in the pass, it is much cheaper than the caravan price on the grassland!
"How much can I exchange for cattle and sheep?"
The middle-aged man sitting in the grain station glanced in the direction of the cattle and sheep, and said lightly: "You sheep are fat in winter. If you don’t raise it well, I’ll give you up to 500 Wen per head.”
In Kyoto, the price of a pound of mutton is about 30 Wen, but in the border area, it definitely cannot be this price!
What's more, this sheep is very thin and can't produce much mutton.
When the representative of the small tribe heard the price, he was already very satisfied. He counted it with his fingers, and the smile he finally raised dropped again.
We can’t sell all the sheep, we have to keep some to give birth next year.
But in this way, the food exchanged for cattle and sheep will not be enough for the people in the tribe.
Seeing that he was really in trouble, the middle-aged man pointed to the wooden shed on the other side and said: "That's the purchasing office. We are purchasing wool and cashmere now. Go and ask for the price."
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The representative of the small tribe could hardly believe his ears: "Do you also want wool and cashmere?"
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and stopped answering.
This performance made the representative of the small tribe feel at ease. He hurriedly went to the side to ask. After receiving the affirmative answer, he jumped three feet high with joy!
The people at the acquisition office were obviously more enthusiastic than the middle-aged man: "If you recommend other tribesmen to come to the market, as long as the transaction is successful, I will give you two hundred coins! If you bring a caravan, it will be five hundred Wen. Tribes and caravans only count on a first-come, first-served basis!”
Five hundred wen!
Equivalent to a sheep!
Just talk!
The eyes of the representative of the small tribe lit up with just a swipe, and at this time, many tribes came from other directions.
The representative of the small tribe was anxious. After completing the transaction, he speeded up and jumped on his horse!
He is going to tell the tribesmen to come here to sell wool and cashmere! I still have to go to a tribe I know well, and I can’t let others get ahead of me!
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(End of this chapter)