Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Light gauze head, wiped forehead, fine silk round-neck gown, a white jade pendant hanging around the waist, handsome eyebrows with a little cynical flair, flirting with a table of idlers, holding Butterfly girl in her arms, thin lips from time to time with a leather cup Son.

This one is the existence of the nickname Lao Ba.

He can get along with everything from the little girl in Biejia Benhu to the city fox and sheshu, but he has never been flattering.

"Ben Erlang, you lost again this time."

Old Bapi Beier took a sip of Fenjiu and looked across with a smile.

Ben Erlang is Benhu's son, dressed similarly to Lao Ba, who has just grown up, and often hangs out with Lao Ba.

Hulubo in Shaohua Tower is usually a gamble on a pot of wine, and it doesn't hurt to lose.

Under this premise, only "gambling games and property" can raise your hand, and everyone is just arguing over wine, and you don't have to stick a hundred sticks.

You said that Peng Wang Li Yuan of Chang'an City fought pigeons and made countless money?
Well, you are really incomparable.

Although this matter is generally not too much trouble, and the county government doesn't bother to pay attention to it, it is best not to keep it in the end.

This is Gao Niangzi's history of blood and tears.

In the early years, Shaohua Building allowed gambling games and property, but Shaohua Building gained more income because of it. Most of them made wedding clothes for others, and they were caught and blackmailed from time to time. He even dared to take a bite, and cut off this piece of fat in a fit of anger.

The old-fashioned shadow puppets have also been introduced to Shaohua Building—no more gambling, you have to make the customers have a little fun, right?

At that time, the old-fashioned shadow puppetry gradually faded away, and they had no choice but to live in Shaohua Building just to make a living, but unexpectedly it attracted attention.

It's strange to say that after gambling money in gambling games was restricted to death, and the most allowed to invite each other to drink, the mediocre Shaohua Building stood out and became the No. [-] building in Zheng County, which was passed on by customers.

In the words of Lao Ba: "There is noise and tranquility, there is the elegance of silk and bamboo, and the vulgarity of old-fashioned, there is no noise and vulgarity of red-faced red ears and excessive gambling, but the joy of three friends fighting wine, wonderful!"

Gao Niang, who used to see no way out for Baofan's family, now only smiles, with a wide heart and a fat body, and her weight has also increased inadvertently.

Of course, Ben Erlang couldn't afford to lose, but he just swore stubbornly: "I will definitely win you next time."

In Shaohua Building, no one has the intention to cheat, because a pot of wine is not worth it.

It's just that Ben Erlang's luck is really bad. For a long time, maintaining a ratio of three wins and seven losses is irritating.

The door of the room was open, and Fan Zheng, who was dressed in hemp cloth, walked into the room under the guidance of He Gouxiong, with a warm smile on his face.

"See the envoy." Ben Erlang got up hastily and crossed his hands in salute.

Others didn't know Fan Zheng, but he had to, otherwise Benhu could break his leg.

Everyone hastily pushed away the girl beside them, and crossed their hands behind Ben Erlang.

The old eighth patted Miss Butterfly's arm slowly, and waited for her to move away, then got up and straightened his clothes, and saluted with his hands crossed: "Xuanjie Captain Chen Zuchang, I'm going to see the envoy, I'm not very polite, please Haihan."

No wonder he can live a leisurely life as the eighth-rank Shangwu Sanguan Xuanjie Xiaowei.

If there is some ancestral property in the family, it is almost like a fairy.

Fan Zheng noticed keenly that Chen Zuchang didn't seem to care much about etiquette, and he seemed to insist on observing some details, which was a bit contradictory.

"I heard that there is an old man in Huazhou who has a lot of friends and has some knowledge, so I have a little knowledge. Mrs. Gao, I will pay the bill for the wine and food."

"Ben Erlang, don't be cautious, it doesn't matter what you want. Butterfly girl, let's play."

Chen Zuchang's face was reddish, and his voice was accompanied by soft music: "Being favored by the envoy, the next official will just talk nonsense."

"Although Huazhou lies between Chang'an and Luoyang Palace, according to the danger of Tongguan, the mountains, rivers and flat land are intertwined, and the products are not very distinctive. Although there is no need to worry about food and clothing, it is not weathered by wind and rain."

Zhengxian County and Huayin County have similar topographical characteristics, with many mountains and little water in the middle of the field, except for farming, it is made of stone.

There are rare earths, but unfortunately with the current productivity, we can only sigh.

It will be used as the stone work of the Supervision Department (the previous article was mistakenly named as the Stone Work Department, which has been corrected), and many stone materials are supplied by Huazhou, which can be regarded as a small source of income.

The crops are good enough to fill the belly, but they are not good enough to resist the wind and waves!
In a natural disaster, farmers with Yongye fields may become propertyless tenant farmers, or even become refugees.

Fan Zheng nodded in approval, but did not interrupt easily.

"The quickest way to get money is salt. Coarse salt costs ten cents a bucket. What about refined salt? What about purer salt?"

Fan Zheng lightly tapped on the table, and thought about it: "First of all, there are no salt ponds or salt mountains in Huazhou; second, to enter Chang'an City to sell a large amount of salt, the pressure of several big families must also be considered."

That is, if you grab food from someone else's mouth, if they don't give you a few skins, maybe not?
Chen Zuchang chuckled: "Huazhou can't afford salt mines, but Tongzhou has salt ponds! Neifutan, Yanchiwa, and Dongluchi all have salt!"

"However, the salt in Neifutan is mainly small salt, white in color, light in taste, and bitter."

After Fan Zheng thought about it, he realized that Lao Ba was talking about nitrate.

This thing can be used as table salt in a hurry, but it is easy to cause cancer, and excessive intake will cause poisoning.

Normal table salt is called big salt in dialect.

Fan Zheng waved his hand: "Abandon Nei Futan."

If you want to earn money, you don't have to be dark.

"In terms of distance, Yanchiwa is the closest, between Fengyi County and Chaoyi County, the Tongzhou government, and only separated from Zheng County by the Wei River."

"There is more brine in the East Brine Pond, but it is still separated from Zheng County by Xiayu. The distance is not cost-effective, and it is not considered unless the quantity is large."

The old eight talked eloquently.

Dongluchi is under the jurisdiction of Pucheng County and belongs to Tongzhou.

In the fourth year of Kaiyuan, because Pucheng County was in charge of Tang Ruizong Li Dan's mausoleum and bridge mausoleum, it was transferred to Jingzhao Mansion and renamed Fengxian County (Lu Bu quietly nodded).

"As for Shijun's worries about pressure, I think it's not enough. A single family rushing into Yanshi may be difficult to support alone, but Huazhou is a whole state!"

There was a smirk on the corner of Lao Ba's mouth: "What's more, when buying the rough salt from Yanchiwa, Huazhou didn't look for traders, but went directly to Tongzhou, government-to-government delivery!"

I have to say that Chen Zuchang is a bit of a standard.

The final proposal is a stroke of genius, dragging the same state into the water, and the governments of the two states work together, what aristocratic family can stop it?

As for boiling brine, it is really not difficult for Tongzhou. The four counties of Heyang, Baishui, Chengcheng, and Hancheng are rich in coal, and the cost of using it as fuel to boil salt is not high.

"Still holding your official position, how about being my staff? You don't have to worry about it, you don't have to come if you have nothing to do, and the salary will be given by the eighth-rank official."

Fan Zheng was full of sincerity.

It is a bit vulgar to talk about money and food, but everyone is a layman and has to eat whole grains.

"I would like to serve the envoy."

Listen to Chen Zuchang's tone, it's just serving, not serving.

Fan Zheng is not qualified to let him serve at the moment, people have self-knowledge.

"Come on, drink win!"

Fan Zheng raised his glass and laughed.

"Drink wins!"

The whole room echoed. (end of this chapter)