Great Qing Dynasty talker

Chapter 260 King Wu takes the lead in making huge bets, and all brave men follow!
This Lan Ling guard is a disciple of the Three Banners of Naishang and participated in the Battle of Junggar and the Second Battle of Jinchuan.

Carefully explained:

"The Green Camp soldiers are incompetent compared to the elite Eight Banners, quasi-cavalry and southwestern barbarians. They are more than enough to deal with ordinary unruly rebels."

"It makes sense. Then are all the green camps in the world as brave as Xuzhou Town?"

Seeing that there was no one around, the guard decided to tell the truth boldly so that he could be remembered by the new emperor after he came to power.

"Back to your lord, Xuzhou Town has the highest combat effectiveness among the Green Camps of the Qing Dynasty. It can probably compete with the Shaanxi-Gansu Green Camps."

"Oh?"

Yongyan has long heard that the Shaanxi-Gansu Green Camp soldiers are capable of fighting.

"Your Majesty, you need to know that Xuzhou Prefecture is a battleground for military strategists. From the Three Kingdoms to the Qing Dynasty, this place lived in peace for just a few years. The people of Xuzhou are ruthless and unafraid of death in their bones, and they belong to an area where strong troops are sent out."

"What about Jiangnan?"

I will also have dinner with the prince as a meritorious minister.

"what's your name?"

The businessman's excited voice trembled slightly:
"It's a bet."

"His Royal Highness King Wu attaches great importance to business. It can be said that he attaches unprecedented importance to it."

"Okay." Fucheng stood up suddenly, "Spend at least half of your funds and buy all the raw silk you can buy. In this round, the prince and you will advance and retreat together and share the profits."

However, King Wu did not use his power to bully others.

This time he was Fucheng's stooge, but he also really wanted to take a chance.

"Then you will become the richest man in Zhujiajiao Town within a year or two. Maybe you can be ranked high in the entire Songjiang Mansion."

"I understand somewhat. Strong soldiers are found in places with strong folk customs, and scholars are found in places with refined literary styles."

The quiet venue instantly turned into a vegetable market. Although I had heard about it for a long time, I still thought it was a bit crazy.

"The rise of the dragon from Jiangnan is a blessing to tens of millions of people in Jiangnan."

Vice Minister of Commerce Fucheng convened a secret meeting with major players in the silk industry.

This businessman surnamed Xu is engaged in silk and cotton business in Zhujiajiao Town and belongs to the local low-end businessmen. He moved from Ningbo Prefecture in Zhejiang Province. He was the first generation, so he was somewhat marginalized.

After shouting the words Stud, he had no way out.

After he goes back, he will release all the goods, exchange all the houses and properties for cash, follow it all!

To add fuel to the fire, he added:
"On behalf of the prince, I will invest another one million taels. Everyone, why are you hesitating? Just follow up boldly?"

Yongyan suddenly said:

Jiangnan,

"Now that things have happened, you must have seen that the prince wants to compete with the north for the world."

"That's where scholars and merchants come from. Half of the top scholars in the world come from Jiangnan. The soldiers there are too weak."

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Fucheng laughed loudly, pointed at him and said:

The hundreds of people present were stunned and were busy digesting this sentence.

Everyone hurriedly paid compliments and expressed their loyalty.

Also present to listen was a newbie from Tian Chengyuan, who was responsible for acting as Shopkeeper Liu's ear.

Fucheng privately promised that after the battle of raw silk speculation is over, he will be the talker in Zhujiajiao Town and will also be the vice president of the Jiangnan Silk Mian Association.

In the darkness, Yongyan faintly said:
"I remember this, please hold the lantern and return to camp."

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"This minister will make a long story short. I have called you all here for one purpose: frying raw silk."

"Xianhuang Banner, Yehenala clan, Sena Tu. I am the former Lan Ling bodyguard in the Imperial Palace and have been guarding Long Zongmen for 2 years."

A businessman from Zhujiajiao Town, Songjiang Prefecture, suddenly stood up and cupped his hands and said:
"Sir, what will happen if I stud and bet all my family fortune?"

"Your Majesty is wise and can tell the truth with one word. This servant admires you."

Silk merchants in Nanxun Town, Fuzhou, Huzhou, the main raw silk production area, have long been rumored privately.

……

With high risk comes high profit.

The last sentence is too shocking,

Some time ago, King Wu's people spent a lot of money to buy raw silk, with the amount as high as 50 taels.

"What you are facing is a major change that has not been seen in 3000 years. It is a rare opportunity to become a talker in the empire. If you business colleagues do not seize this opportunity, I am afraid you will regret it for three generations."

"Whoo."

Fair trade, there is no reason not to cooperate. In fact, the raw silk has not been moved and is still placed in the warehouse in Nanxun Town.

"Master Fu, what do you need us to do? Just give us your orders."

This businessman named Xu is full of adventure and gambling.

The first pot of gold comes from hard work.

The first golden mountain was built by gambling!

As we all know, Jinshan never appears alone, but is a social animal. When you own a mountain of gold, you will soon have continuous mountains of gold.

His positive response made everyone present feel excited.

Everyone knows that the export trade of Guangzhou Thirteenth Bank is booming. Silk, tea, and porcelain were sold like crazy.

It can be inferred from this that the price of raw silk still has room to rise, and the risk is not particularly high.

After everyone had finished talking, Fucheng smiled and said:

"Food is the most important thing for the people. Let's go to eat first and chat slowly at the dinner table."

"Lord Fu, it is really rare for an important minister like you to be close to the people and have no airs."

"With the new dynasty and the new atmosphere, don't call me sir, call me minister."

"Yes, minister!"

Talking over a wine table was the correct way to socialize in the Qing Dynasty.

Dozens of people took the opportunity of toasting to make promises. Fu Chengdu said a few words of encouragement and then drank it all in one gulp.

As a kid from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he was like a fish in water.

You won’t get drunk even if you drink a thousand cups, and you won’t be confused even if you get drunk.

What he said was clear. I remember clearly what others said.

Except for the head, the whole body is as soft as cotton.

My father specially told me that the Secretary of Commerce can do a lot.

The prince's army is different and consumes a lot of money. The consumption of the same force is ten times that of the Green Camp soldiers and three times that of the Eight Banners.

What is consumed? It's silver!
Stir-fried raw silk must be successful! It must be very beautiful!

This is the capital to settle down in the new dynasty in the future, it is a blood tax! Otherwise, just because of the bad background of the Eight Banners, he will definitely be ostracized in the future.

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After the meeting,
The businessman surnamed Xu, whose ancestral home is Ningbo, looked back before boarding the carriage.

The banner of "Jiangnan Silk and Cotton Spinning Association" swayed in the wind.

He muttered in his mind:
"There are death squads on the battlefield, and there are death squads in shopping malls."

"If you win, you will become a master. If you lose, your whole family will go to Nanyang and make a comeback 20 years later."

Fucheng, on the other hand, was pondering some data drunkenly.

The output of raw silk in the entire Qing Dynasty was about 18 dan (a dan, 100 jin, with a market price of 320 taels), half of which was in the Taihu Lake Basin, all under the rule of the prince.

The other half are scattered across many southern provinces.

According to the intelligence, Shanxi businessmen formed a group to speculate on the other half. They used ticket numbers in various places as their bases to scan goods frantically.

【科普：太湖流域的蚕茧一年3熟。每3斤鲜蚕茧可出1斤干蚕茧。1斤干蚕茧，缫丝后可得1两5生丝。生丝就可以直接做成丝绸面料，一些色织面料则需要用熟丝。】

This is really a huge market.

It exceeded the total income of the Qing Dynasty in one year.

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and the more he thought about it, the more sober he became. Fucheng couldn't help but start thinking in his mind, how should this game end?

What if, when the spot goods are sold, Shanxi merchants won’t accept them?

What if, after the price increase pressure of raw materials is passed on to finished silk products, foreign merchants become angry and refuse to accept it?

Speculation is not advisable to hold for a long time. Raw silk is not steel and has a shelf life. A series of questions drove all his drunkenness away.

Quietly staring at the oil lamp in a daze.

In the beating flames, all you can see are warriors and warriors.

……

Dabie Mountain is located at the junction of Anhui, Henan and Hubei provinces. Theoretically, standing on the southernmost peak, you can overlook the Yangtze River and even Chizhou Prefecture in southern Anhui!

The origin of this name can be traced back to the Western Han Dynasty.

It is said that when Sima Qian climbed to the main peak of Dabie Mountain, he discovered that the scenery between the north and the south was very different.

The north is still covered with snow, but in the south the vegetation is in full bloom and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. So he sighed: "The scenery of this mountain is very different from other mountains."

Hence the name: Dabie Mountain!
After the remnants of Bailian entered the mountain, they had already penetrated deep into the hinterland.

Leader Hong was so thin that he looked like a dog when being chased! There were less than 5000 soldiers under his command, and the rest fell on the way to escape.

"Did the officers and soldiers take Dali Pills?"

All the way from Hubei to escape, the ghosts of the officers and soldiers lingered.

Fuyuan General Agui had stopped a long time ago and sent two armies of thousands of people under his command to pursue and fight fiercely.

Along the way, they were led by Qizheng, the vice-capital of Chengdu, with 2000 people, evenly divided between bannermen and Han. The other group was led by Green Camp guard Zhang Jiulao, with more than 3000 people, all of whom were Green Camp soldiers.

Agui's original words were: Even if he chases him to the sea, he will cut off Hong Ni's head.

At first, the pursuit of the Eight Flags Cavalry was particularly smooth, and every time it was rewarding.

After entering the Dabie Mountains, it becomes difficult.

The cavalry can only be changed to infantry, leaving the horses temporarily.

Moreover, there is a lot of rain and high humidity in the mountains, and firearms, bows and arrows quickly become useless. The two sides had reached the same level of armament and were fighting hand-to-hand.

……

Zheng Chunshou wore straw sandals and a bamboo hat.

There is a grain bag hanging on the left side of the waist, a knife hanging on the right side, and a cloth bag hanging in front of the moon, with the head of an orange cat sticking out of it.

The war horses are gone and they have long been killed for meat.

Everyone was running for their lives and couldn't think of anything else.

He tried his best to stay in the middle of the team and not go deep into the jungle to prevent getting lost and enemy attacks.

It's not that I haven't thought about leaving Bai Lian and making a living on my own, but in this vast mountain, the probability of dying alone is greater!

In addition to food, pursuing soldiers, poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, there is another danger that cannot be ignored: mountain people.

Zheng Chunshou has encountered this kind of thing more than once. The mountain people followed him from a distance and killed the soldiers.

The swords, shoes, clothes, and silver were all taken away, and they could be passed on to the family for use, and they could also go to the government to collect rewards.

I don’t know which Killer of Thousand Swordsman is the vicious one. Note that anyone with Bai Lian’s head can receive a reward of 500 coins, and anyone who has a waist badge, flag, etc. to prove their identity can receive a reward of 1 tael of silver.

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"Leader, even if we leave the mountain, we will die."

"I'm afraid the officers and soldiers have been waiting for us to get in on the plain. If the cavalry rushes back and forth, we will be dead."

What the old brothers say is always hard to hear but very true. Even Sima Shang, a civil servant, nodded silently in approval.

He came up with a plan:
"It's better to find a temporary camp on the spot. By the way, we can ambush the pursuing Qing army."

"Row."

So on this smoky mountain peak, everyone held a brief meeting.

Send out scouts to look for ambush sites and areas with small plains to settle in.

Hong Dachang sat down on the ground angrily:
"I won't run away and fight with the officers and soldiers."

Seeing that the leader was excited, everyone also cheered up and started mobilizing before the war. This battle is not for Maitreya, but for his own life and death.

As a scout, Zheng Chunshou quietly left the main force with two people.

A sudden turn of events and a sudden enlightenment.

I discovered a valley bottom surrounded by mountain peaks, which turned out to be a plain of several hundred acres.
"Captain Ten, this place is great."

"Yes, there are a few people around who keep in touch with each other. There is no problem in farming and feeding a thousand people."

……

Zheng Chunshou decided to go down alone to explore first.

He washed his face, put the short knife on his back, and walked on the field ridge like a young man.

A few mountain people who were busy in the fields, pulling weeds and removing insects, slowly straightened up and cast honest and doubtful glances.

It is rare for strangers to appear in the hinterland of the Dabie Mountains. Except for pharmacists and grocer.

Zheng Chunshou has been fighting for so long and has long given up hope in people's hearts. The "little orange" in the cloth bag in front of the moon made a restless meowing sound.

He stroked his furry little head and comforted softly:
"rest assured."

A rickety, wrinkled, shirtless mountain man took a few steps this way:

"Doll, where did you come from?"

"Passing by, fleeing."

The sharp-eyed old man who asked the question saw the short knife hanging behind him and stopped talking. Continue pulling weeds, glancing occasionally from the corner of your eye.

Zheng Chunshou can be sure that this is a small, isolated village.

It's like a clan-like settlement, very united and very exclusive. A hundred-man team may not be able to defeat these villagers.

Anyone who can survive in a place like this is a ruthless person.

They will fight to the death whoever wants to occupy their home.

really,

A group of villagers came from a distance, holding hoes and forks in their hands, walking in a hurry and looking unkindly.

The rickety old man who took the initiative to ask me stopped weeding.

He walked to the side of the field and took out a hatchet with a wide back and narrow blade. He walked over with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his eyes still honest.

……

Zheng Chunshou sneered twice and whistled sharply.

In the woods half a mile away, a gong sounded immediately, and a flag was erected and waved left and right.

The villagers seemed to be under a restraining spell and froze instantly.

Zheng Chunshou chuckled:
"Fellows, the army is about to cross the border, and the few hundred of us are just the vanguard to explore the road. Don't be afraid!"

The villagers discussed for a while and put out a leader.

"Master Jun, the village is really poor. We voluntarily contribute 50 pieces of dry biscuits. Don't waste our time during the battle, okay?"

In the past, Zheng Chunshou would have been intolerable.

But now, he said two words very coldly:

"100. Plus two pairs of good shoes."

"well."

When he left, he carried a heavy stack of cakes and new shoes.

When marching in mountainous areas, having a pair of good shoes on your feet is of great significance and can even increase your survival rate by 20 points.

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The villagers were very uneasy. Once the war broke out, catastrophe would be imminent, and life in this peach blossom land would come to an end.

"Clan leader, are they officers or soldiers?"

"It's not important, they're all the same. Hide all the belongings of the passers-by you killed before, and then organize all the men in the village to patrol at night."

"Every family's food is collected and stored in the cave in the back mountain. The women and dolls also go together."

If Zheng Chunshou was present, he would definitely be surprised.

There were green camp boots, Bailian's headscarf, and an unknown style of hat.

The villagers speak a wide variety of dialects, with all kinds of accents, and they evacuate and prepare for war while swearing!
Stone walls and wooden fences were built at the entrance of the village, and pits began to be dug in the ground.

The women led the livestock and the children held the poultry, carrying torches and moving to the back mountain overnight.

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(End of this chapter)