At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty as a god stick

() And Wen Fei, who somehow escaped the catastrophe, came home only to find that the Taoist robe on his body had been cut open for some reason, and he couldn't help cursing: "What kind of broken Taoist robe, how dare you ask for a hundred and fifty for this kind of broken quality?" ..."

He didn't notice the stab-proof suit he was wearing, and he made a great contribution.It is also because the smelting technology in the Northern Song Dynasty was too advanced, and the blade was too sharp, but it turned out to be too brittle, and it would collapse directly if it was too hard.

modern

This is not Wen Fei's home, but a rented house in a rural area. It's just a small yard, and the rent is not expensive, so it's perfect for renting.As Wen Fei's business gradually expanded, it was no longer convenient to go in and out of the community.And this is also a good way to prevaricate that fat man Zhang Yu, lest he always hear Wen Fei talk about going to the countryside, but he has never been there.

This house is not the small bungalow that is common in rural areas nowadays, but an old-fashioned two-room concrete house with a flat roof.The whole family went out to work, and the house happened to be quiet and no one came to disturb them.

Wen Fei pushed a cart and suddenly appeared from the air.Fortunately, this is in a locked house, otherwise if someone sees it, it might scare the timid to death.

This time Wen Fei really bought the medicinal materials for the cart, all of which were things like Codonopsis ginseng and Jingjing, which weighed two to three hundred catties, but this otaku who seldom did physical labor was exhausted enough.After panting for a long time, I didn't care about the medicinal materials, and sat on the stool panting for a long time.

"I see, that's how it is! I'm still wondering how there is such a bustling market with no village in front of the Luomaji and no shops in the back. It turns out that there is a return trade with the Dangxiang Fan tribe of the Qiang nationality." The place!"

Wen Fei has been wondering that there is not even a village for more than a dozen miles around the dilapidated place where Luomaji is, and he doesn't know why those common people and villagers would go so far to go to the market.It is only now that I know that this place is mainly where transactions with the Banbu are conducted.

Da Song forbids private transactions with Fanbu, but those Fan people cannot do without Da Song's tea, cloth and the like.Ordinary people also hope to buy some livestock and other things from Fanbu, and both sides have their own needs.Then there is this mule and horse collection that avoids the private transaction of the imperial court.

It was not a coincidence that Wen Fei went there at the beginning, those Fanbu always lived by water and grass.In winter, those tribes all migrated to other places. Now that the weather is getting warmer, they have begun to migrate back.Luomaji is really lively, and the real big business has just begun!

Excitement flashed in Wen Fei's eyes. He had already figured it out, and it won't be long before he and Fanbu returned to the deal.At that time, not only many big fans will come, but even many big businessmen from the mainland will also come and exchange.From summer to autumn, this is the real lively day of Luomaji!

Without a car, it is not very convenient to go back to the city.The roads in the countryside have been repaired fairly well in recent years. There are cement roads everywhere, but they are still flat.If you buy a car, that's fine.Wen Fei wondered if he should buy a car with his wealth, and he didn't want any fancy car, a pickup truck would do.It is also convenient to pull goods.

Carrying a bag of Chinese medicinal materials for samples, the black bus squeezed between the urban and rural areas staggered for several hours, and finally returned to the city.Wen Fei has become more and more intense these days.

All the way to Baohetang, old doctor Ye was decocting medicine with a small stove at the door. When he saw Wen Fei, he said, "Young man, you look much better. Last time you asked me to help you prepare the medicine, I have already done it." It’s ready. I’m just wondering why you haven’t come to get it!”

Wen Fei laughed and said, "Don't you need a doctor's prescription for taking medicine now? Do you dare to take medicine with confidence because of the prescription I gave you?"

Old Doctor Ye waved his hand imposingly, and said, "Nonsense, I've been sick for decades. What kind of Chinese medicine prescription can't tell whether it's good or bad? Hey, what are you holding in your hand?"

Wen Fei showed the medicinal materials in the bag to Old Doctor Ye. These medicinal materials were not too expensive in the first place.But Old Doctor Ye was also moved when he saw it, and asked, "Where did you get such authentic medicinal materials? I haven't seen such good medicinal materials in more than ten years. They seem to be wild."

Wen Fei chuckled: "Is there any difference between wild medicinal materials and cultivated medicinal materials?"

"Nonsense, you can eat the pork raised at home in the countryside. Can it taste the same as the feed pigs in the pig farm? These days, the medicinal materials grown are not effective enough. Last time, an old friend of mine told me that aconite Prescribing double the dose did not poison anyone..."

Old Doctor Ye was obviously very talkative, but it seemed a little embarrassing for him to slip up all of a sudden. After all, people who know about such things are good.Knowing that the current Chinese herbal medicines are getting weaker and weaker due to various relations such as soil and planting, and the prescriptions handed down from ancient times often have to be increased in dosage to achieve the same effect.For those who don't know, if it spreads, it's a medical accident.

Wen Fei didn't pay attention to what was revealed in the old doctor Ye's words just now, but asked mysteriously: "Then how much are these things of mine worth per catty?"

"Then you have to divide it into white strips and small strips, but your Codonopsis ginseng seems to be wild, and the branches... It's only one hundred and eight yuan a catty! Why, do you have any goods in hand? Zianzao kernels are about 50 yuan, I can give you a higher price." Speaking of business, this old doctor Ye didn't look like a broken-mouthed old man, and became shrewd.

Wen Fei calculated that the medicinal materials he collected were about ten cents per catty.He has figured it out now that a copper coin in the Northern Song Dynasty was almost between two and three cents in modern times in terms of purchasing power, not about one yuan as imagined at the beginning.All in all, my purchase price was only two or three yuan a catty, so it would be a good deal to sell it.

Of course, it is more valuable to get the copper coins back and sell them as antiques.It's just that Wen Fei didn't want to keep selling Northern Song copper coins. Rare things are more expensive.Selling too much does not mean that others suspect it, even if it impacts the ancient coin market and causes the price to drop, it is not good.

"Then it's settled!" Wen Fei said happily, "I still have two or three hundred catties in my hand. If you want to leave, I can supply it for a long time."

After negotiating the price, this time the credit was another 4 to [-] yuan.With a bag of gold sand in his arms, Wen Fei felt happy.Strolled directly to Changyu's store.

Changyu's business is indifferent, most of the goods sold in the store are some artworks, which are sold to those arty people to take back as decorations.It's like buying a discounted brand name in an online store, although you know clearly in your heart that it is actually a high imitation!