Chapter 1562 Li Tai returns to Beijing
Chengxi Station.
A large group of people came roaring, with carriages and horses tumbling, and the scale was not small.
The leader, a plump young man, sat astride a sweaty horse with an unusually powerful horse. When he arrived at the inn gate, he did not get off the car. Instead, he straightened up and looked at the shadowy soldiers under the Golden Light Gate Tower in the distance, although they were a little far away. It's far away, but at a glance, it can be seen that there are at least hundreds of soldiers gathered there.
The round face of the plump young man seemed to be a little dark after being exposed to the sun for a long time, and there were traces of molting in many places. At this moment, he frowned with two eyebrows and asked: "What happened in the city?"
The postman who came to greet him hurriedly said: "To return to His Majesty the King of Wei, the son of General Youwuhou was killed a few days ago. At noon today, the body was found on the ship of the Royal Navy. Youwuhouwei almost came into contact with the water." When the troops start fighting, the whole of Chang'an will be under martial law."
The young man immediately turned out to be Li Tai, King of Wei.
It was a long and dusty journey back to Chang'an from the Western Regions. Not only was the journey long, it was mostly desert and Gobi. We couldn't take a car, so we could only ride a horse. Fortunately, he followed Li Ji to fight the rebellion in the Western Regions and joined the army. Although he suffered a lot and tortured the pampered King of Wei until he was bald, he also lost twenty or thirty kilograms of fat, and his body bones Much stronger.
Otherwise, if you go all the way, you will lie down halfway...
At this moment, hearing what the postman said, Li Taiqi said: "How could Qiu Shenji's body be on the navy ship?"
His first reaction was to frame the crime, otherwise who would be so stupid as to kill someone and then put the body on his boat and drag it around, just waiting for the news to leak out and be chased by the master of the crime?
However, although the navy has the title of "royal", the real person in charge is Fang Jun, who single-handedly created this invincible navy. The blame must be settled on Fang Jun, at least he can't escape it. Li Tai said he was happy to hear about this.
Fang Jun’s stick is the most annoying...
Looking up at the sky, I saw that it was still early. There was no need to rush into the city. It was better to spend the night repairing at the inn and then enter the city early tomorrow morning. However, I didn't have much rest at the Xianyang station these two days. I couldn't sleep for a while anyway, so I might as well walk around.
It has been a long time since I left Chang'an, and I miss the customs and customs of Guanzhong quite a bit.
"Let's go with me to the south of the city."
Li Tai rode forward, and the close guards and casual soldiers who came to greet him in the city hurriedly followed him. They all knew that there were two armies in the south of the city that were about to fight. The situation was bound to be tense, and no one dared to be careless.
A group of twenty or thirty riders rode south from Jinguang Gate, passed Yanping Gate, bypassed half of Chang'an City, and arrived at Fangjiawan Pier in the south of the city.
Before we arrived at the dock, we saw from a distance that the road ahead was densely packed with people. When we got closer, we saw that it was two armies confronting each other. One side was probably the Youwu Houwei who came to block the river to prevent the navy from escaping. On the other side is the Youtun Camp who is blocking the road and refusing to let them pass.
It was obviously Fang Jun who helped the Navy fight against Youwu Houwei...
Although the two parties were in confrontation, they were still very restrained in the end. One party wanted to go to the dock, and the other blocked the road and refused to let them go. They were just stuck here.
However, business travelers can pass freely...
Li Tai led his imperial guards through the two armies, and no one asked about their identities. The two groups just stared cross-eyed and remained silent.
Walking along the river, soon you will see a wharf bustling with people and boats...
There is no curfew at the pier, so even though it is dusk, it is still lively.
Li Tai walked on horseback on the pier, watching the cranes lifting the goods on board to the pier, and then being transported away by huge trucks running along the laid tracks, and then unloaded into warehouses one after another. From Tiannanhai The goods from the north will be transferred from here to various cities in Guanzhong, becoming a distribution center for Guanzhong commerce.
Every cargo ship, every boom, every truck, every warehouse represents a steady stream of money...
Li Taifei is a man who loves money, but looking at such a prosperous dock, he can't help but feel jealous.
When it comes to doing business, no one can compare to Fang Jun!
Merchants all over the world are buying low and selling high to earn the difference in price, but Fang Jun found a new way and invested in a dock by himself. He bought nothing and sold nothing, but all those doing business had to behave. Send him money...
Tao Zhu's career and Duanmu's career are nothing more than this.
When passing a crane arm, the "creak" sound from the crane caught Li Tai's attention.
A foot-thick crane, under the control of several civilian workers, uses a set of wheel axles to lift the cargo on the cargo ship docked next to the dock. The cargo ship has a very deep draft, and the deck is made up of square-shaped cubes stacked together, wrapped in oilcloth and tied with thin straw ropes. They are obviously very heavy.
What caught Li Tai's attention was the thirty or forty people of merchants gathered around the crane...
"Hey, hey, hey, slow down, slow down!"
"You are such a loser. This is paper, the latest bamboo paper from Jiangnan. What do you think it can withstand such abuse?"
"Alas, brother, please don't transport it back to the warehouse. How many knives are there in your boat? Brother, I have rounded it up. You can count it and I will pay for it now!"
"Get out of here! Are you shameless, Mr. Sun? You've eaten so much bamboo paper in one go, are you going to let your brothers live?"
"Hey! As you say, we, Sun Laoer, hand over the money and deliver the goods. We didn't cheat anyone or rob anyone. What does that have to do with you?"
"Fart! There are only so many bamboo papers in total. You old boy has eaten them all. What are we going to sell?"
"That's right! Mr. Sun, don't just rely on your wealth to exploit small businessmen like us. Do you want to eat all these bamboo papers in one go and then go back and raise the price at will to sell them however you want? You think so! Believe it or not, I’m going to sue you in front of Lady Wu right now?”
"Who just wants to sell it anyway? We won't raise the price at all! Besides, this old man has bamboo paper, and I have money, why won't you let me buy it?"
There was a lot of noise and chaos on the dock.
Li Tai moved forward slightly, wondering, bamboo paper?
As a prince, he is no stranger to bamboo paper. This kind of paper is produced in the Jiangnan area, using young bamboo as raw material. The paper is smooth and beautiful, but the texture is light and brittle, and the paper tends to smear when writing. Only those who have no money will buy it back, but even good paper cannot be afforded. How many scholars can there be in this family?
So the sales of this kind of paper are very bad.
But why are these people still robbing him?
"Everyone, please eavesdrop on what I'm saying!" An old man in green clothes stood by the boom and said to a group of merchants with his hands raised: "I am the steward of the Fang family, and these papers are produced by our Fang family and A paper mill jointly opened by several big families in Jiangnan. Previously, they were experimenting with formulas. The output has been kept low, and now the formula has been perfected. From now on, our several paper mills in Changcheng County can produce hundreds of thousands of high-quality bamboo papers every month. Not only is there sufficient supply in Guanzhong, but it will also cover the entire Shandong and Jiangnan. , all over Sichuan, you don’t need to rob..."
As he said that, the old man pointed to a long stretch of deep-draft cargo ships on the river, and said proudly: "Did you see that these ships are all filled with paper, all of which are high-quality bamboo paper!"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area exploded!
"Be good! More than 100,000 dollars a month?"
"Oh my god, Fang Erlang is so awesome. How much money will he make this year?"
The old man chuckled: "Do you think our Erlang is short of this little money? To tell you the truth, Erlang doesn't even plan to make a penny in this paper mill!"
As he spoke, the old man took a small scimitar from the servant next to him and opened up the piece of paper that had been hung on the pier. He cut open the straw rope and oilcloth with a sharp knife, and the white and delicate paper inside was immediately displayed in front of everyone. .
"Hey! This paper... is whiter than the previous one..." Sun Lao'er stepped forward and touched it, grabbed the top piece and pulled it hard, exclaiming: "Not only is it whiter, but it is also softer and softer. Tough! ”
The old man laughed and said, "Did you see it? This kind of paper costs a hundred cents per knife!"
The surrounding area suddenly became silent, and then exploded with a "boom"!
"How much?"
"A knife and a hundred pennies?"
"This bamboo paper is not much worse than rice paper, right? It's only a hundred yuan?"
"Hurry up and buy now. If you go back and sell a piece of paper, you can make a lot of money!"
"I want a hundred dollars..."
"I want a thousand knives..."
The old man's ears were ringing due to the noise, and he quickly raised his hand: "Stop, stop, stop!"
When the surrounding voices became quieter, the old man said: "Do you think it's very cheap? That's right! The cost of this kind of paper is eighty cents per knife, and then transported from Jiangnan to Guanzhong, the price of one hundred cents is basically Lose money!”
Not only were the merchants around him a little confused, but even Li Tai thought he had heard wrong——
That stickman from Fang Er can actually do money-losing business?
It can't be done...(End of Chapter)