Destiny Only Han

Changle Palace.

The sun was setting to the west, and the tall and majestic palace was shrouded in the golden setting sun. The ridge beast with teeth and claws on the beams looked a little ferocious, making people dare not look at them.

According to the Chinese customary principle of eating and eating during festive seasons, today is no exception.

All the princes, officials, big and small officials who participated in the celebration, as well as the gray-haired elders and village sages, one by one, went to Changle Palace to attend the state banquet.

It's just that there is limited space in the Xuanshi Hall, so many people can only walk down the steps, filling the huge square.

Fortunately, it is summer and the weather is hot, so I don't worry about the food being cold.

So mountain delicacies such as elephant trunk and leopard fetus, deer lip and bear paw, seafood such as fish maw shark fin, dried scallop and abalone were sent up like water. All kinds of rare delicacies are cooked by famous masters. Tongue desire.

Especially those petty fighting officials, as well as the sages and elders from other places, many of them didn't even realize the freedom to eat meat. Apart from being surprised by the royal wealth, they all burst into tears and felt inexplicable.

However, in the Xuanshi Palace, those kings who watched and listened to the graceful singing and dancing, and the big men with more than two thousand stones were very accustomed to this.

Many high-ranking officials who have participated in more than one state banquet even feel that the delicacies in front of them are not as good as a bowl of millet porridge cooked slowly by the cook at home...

Back to basics, nothing more than that.

Therefore, different from the gobbling and drinking of wine outside the palace, the bosses in the Xuanshi Palace are leisurely and leisurely. Although they are going to a banquet, their minds are all on socializing.

Especially when all the guests arrived, but none of the hosts came, only Qi Wang Liu Fei sat in the lowest seat of Majesty Dan, toasting with a few acquaintances.

"What about Your Majesty?"

"Which Your Majesty?"

"Which one else, of course, is the former prince, and now His Majesty the Emperor!"

"No."

"Didn't see what you said? Be careful Naigong beat you!"

"..."

"I heard people say that His Majesty is happy with a son, and at this time he went to the East Palace hand in hand with the two Supreme Emperors..."

"Oh! Then you should go there first. The royal heirs are endless, and we can wait for this wealth for a long time!"

"Extremely extreme! My brother is right! But when it comes to wealth, have you heard of it? Now the price of cotton is rising three times a day. If you buy it, you will earn money!"

"Huh? Does Junhou have connections? Tell me, let's hear, let's hear..."

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East Palace.

Liu Taigong glared angrily, and the crown on his head rattled.

Opposite him, Liu Bang shrank his head, his wrinkled face was full of grievances.

"If you were asked to move out a few days earlier, you wouldn't move? Now that the emperor's heir is born in the East Palace, what's the point?"

Mrs. Liu paused hard for the crutch in his hand. If it wasn't because Dou Yifang and others were there at this time, the old man would have been chasing his restless son and running around all over the place...

Liu Bang silently took half a step back: "I didn't expect it either? It's a coincidence, it's really a coincidence..."

Grandpa Liu glared at him, and said nothing, just waiting for Zongzheng's people to bring the jade plate, so that the newborn could be registered in the register.

The son Zang Er gave birth to was heavier than Liu Qi and Liu De, and it was born at the moment when Liu Ying said that he wanted to change Yuan Dasheng.

Therefore, Taigong Liu named the new great-grandson Liu Hong.

Hiroshi, big also.

Liu Ying has no objection to this, and even privately thinks that Liu Taigong is better than Liu Bang in naming, and I don't know where it is...

After all, Liu Bang named that little fat man Liu Fat, just as the name implies, and Liu Taigong named another little fat man Liu Hong, which seems very tall...

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Body poison.

On the left bank of the river, exuding a clear and long breath, is the capital of the Mauryan Dynasty, which nominally ruled the Indian subcontinent, Fahrenheit City.

On the Woye Plain, apart from the farmlands growing cotton and rice, the most conspicuous thing is the forest-like Buddhist pagodas of various sizes, totaling [-].

Of course, as long as the heart is sincere, a dozen mud bricks can be counted...

These were all built under the decree of Ashoka, who has the title of "King of Dharma Protector", in order to show the power of the dynasty and his own piety.

Today, sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the resplendent palace left by King Ashoka is the Peacock King who is trying to make every effort to restore the glory of his ancestors.

Well, it’s not that he’s nameless, but that he listened to the instigation of a businessman who always wears a patterned cap, forbidding people in the country to call him by his name and making a statue of him, so over time, even he himself almost forgot what his name was why.

But this is not important, what is important is that he feels that the time has come to restore the glory of his ancestors.

The Maurya Dynasty also believed in the idea that there is no land under the king. All the land in the country belonged to the king in theory, and all the people living on this land were the king's servants.

Therefore, they not only have to pay land tax, commercial tax, manual tax, but even birth and death taxes!
But this is not important, what is important is that the Peacock King has raised a lot of money through so many years of extortion, and exchanged for a large number of well-made long swords and short swords from the country called "Han" in the north of Daxue Mountain!

This is the guarantee for him to regain the glory of his ancestors and defeat those warlords who ruled the other side!
It's just that this is not enough, he wants more.

For example, the armor of the Han people, which is densely packed like fish scales, looks tall at first glance!
With these blinding armors, coupled with those well-trained Moro (warrior), restoring the glory of the ancestors will certainly be effortless!
So he called a confidant minister named Pushamitra Xunga next to him: "Go and ask, has the fleet of Han merchants arrived? The cotton cloth has piled up into a hill and needs to be sold as soon as possible... In addition, that A lot of armors in exchange!"

Pushamitoro shook his head: "When the last batch of Han merchants entered Hong Kong, they said they would no longer buy cotton cloth, and their king promulgated a law prohibiting them from buying our cotton cloth and selling it to their country... "

"What?" The Peacock King was furious, and got up angrily: "Go, gather the army, and let's go and teach that Han king a lesson!"

Pusha Mitraro looked at the Peacock King as if looking at sand coins: "My king, the Han people are far away in the sky. When we get to them, I am afraid that children will have children... Besides, the Han country is strong, I am afraid ..."

The Peacock King snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "We are strong, we are fighting against strongmen! The king who claims to be invincible in the west was defeated by my ancestors, and this is how the extremely powerful dynasty is now!"

Pushamitoro knelt down in a hurry, kissed the feet of the Peacock King exuding a strange fragrance, and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty is right, but it will take some time to get the army together. Why don't we complete the deal with the Han Chinese caravan first?"

The Peacock King kicked him away: "You dog who only knows how to lick other people's feet, didn't you say that the Han people don't buy our cotton cloth before, why are you trading with us now?"

Pushamitoluo knelt on the ground and kowtowed again and again: "It's all my fault, the king calm down. The Han merchants said that their king does not allow them to buy our cotton cloth, but it does not prohibit them from buying our cotton..."

The Peacock King snorted arrogantly: "Yes, the price will be increased by half! Otherwise, they will be driven away from the port immediately!"

He calculated very clearly that on weekdays, a roll of cotton cloth with a length of 30 meters according to the Han people can be exchanged for about ten five baht coins from the Han people.

Cotton of the same weight can only be sold for three to four five baht, so it is not too expensive to increase the price by half.

After all, it's just raw materials.

It’s just that he regrets it now. If he knew it earlier, when the tax was collected, he should not ask for cotton cloth, but cotton. This way, he can collect more things and get more money, and then go to another wave of Han merchants. Buy swords and armor...

So he immediately ordered:
"From next month, cotton cloth will no longer be collected, I only want cotton, and the tax rate will be increased by [-]% at the same time!"

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Chang'an City, West Market.

Liu Ying strolled out of Fangshi, very satisfied with the 'sold out' signs hanging in the cloth shop inside.

After all, in the past month, the price of high-quality cotton cloth has skyrocketed from the previous one hundred yuan to more than 700 yuan, and the price has a further upward trend.

As for the most inferior cotton cloths, which are only suitable for summer clothes or dishcloths, they have also increased from [-] yuan a piece before to [-] yuan!

Under the chasing ups and downs, cloth houses that are hoarding goods are naturally reluctant to sell them.

Next to Liu Ying, Zhang Buyi, who came with him, had an expression that I couldn't understand, but I was greatly shocked.

Ordinary silk is only worth a thousand dollars a piece, but now cotton cloth is almost the same price as silk, it is really confusing...

"By the way, have you collected all the cotton I asked you to harvest?" Liu Ying lowered her voice so that no passerby would hear her.

Pretend, it’s been a month and I still haven’t pretended enough... Zhang Buji was full of contempt, but he still nodded and bowed, and said very cooperatively: "Take it, otherwise how could the cotton on the canal rise to nearly [-] yuan per catty? "

Liu Ying nodded slightly. Now a piece of cotton cloth is about 30 meters long and weighs about [-] kilograms, which means that the market is still rational, and the price of cotton is not hanging upside down with cotton cloth.

So, this is not enough!
So Liu Ying asked softly: "Have you heard of the word futures?"

ps: I haven’t found the weight of a piece of cloth in the Han Dynasty, but I have referred to the system of the Song Dynasty. According to "Song History Shihuo Zhi", a piece of silk weighs 12 taels and is 42 feet long.

But that's clearly wrong.

The weights and measures of Song Dynasty are 31.2 centimeters per foot, 16 taels per catty, 633 grams per catty, and 40 grams per catty.

After conversion, the cloth of more than ten meters is less than 500 grams...

Therefore, this is not called bull nose, it is called cutting corners, that is to say, this is similar to the defective product of the "special supply version for e-commerce", which is specially used to pay taxes, so when weaving, we will try our best to weave it sparsely. If the weight is not enough, apply the paste...

Well, it seems that I accidentally hacked Iron Blood Qiang Song...