Spring and Autumn I Am King

At the intersection to Xinjiang, Zigong and his party encountered a long motorcade starting from the lower palace. From a distance, it is almost impossible to see the end. There are dozens of carriages, full of sacks of wheat flour, all of which may be close to a thousand stones.

This is the terrifying strength displayed by the newly built big mills in the lower palace. Of course, it is not comparable to the daily supply of dozens of stones in Chengxiang. For the past three days, the lower palace has made every effort to grind wheat flour, and almost everywhere, the rumbling sound of flour milling can be heard throughout the night.

Under Zigong's suggestion, the fresh wheat flour from the lower palace was not rushed into the market, but was drawn like a drawn bowstring.

Zigong asked the people left behind in Su City to maintain the original high price, pretending to be at a loss as to what to do in a downturn, to lure Fan. It wasn't until there was enough stock here, that is, the three-day needs of the whole Xinjiang for wheat flour, that they came out in full force.

Cha Zheng and Cang Li, who came down from the palace, also greeted Zigong. They knew that this man was a businessman who had no sympathy for the concubine, and he was quite appreciated by the king, Zhao Yang. Your Majesty originally wanted to make him the head of the treasury, but he refused. For this reason, Your Majesty regretted it for a long time, saying, "I'm not as good as my son?"

In the face of this Weiguo who almost became his immediate boss, the warehouse official was quite respectful, but looked at the only six or seven ox carts behind Zigong, and said with a smile: "Duanmu merchant, your goods It’s too little, and why are there so many sundries?”

Indeed, there were only seven double-coated ox carts behind Zi Gong, carrying bamboo baskets and wooden boxes filled with straw, and they did not know what was inside. The warehouse officials could only be sure that it was definitely not wheat flour.

Zigong smiled mysteriously. He didn't answer either, when he entered Shifanglilu in the south of Xinjiangcheng. Because Zhao's talisman was passed without an inspection at all. Dozens of carriages from the Zhao's caravan came in a mighty manner. A few of Fan's little officials and businessmen were shocked, and they felt that something was wrong.

Zigong divided his caravan into two, half of which was led by Jiaji, and led the caravan of the lower palace to Su City. When the warehouse official saw that Zigong led Yu Xi and others, and drove five of the ox carts towards the lacquer pottery market, he shouted anxiously, "Where is the Duanmu merchant going?"

However, Zigong just turned his head and waved at the Zhao clan's warehouse official, saying, "I'll go over there and make arrangements, and I'll come back."

"It's strange, what is he doing?" Cang Li was puzzled. Selling wheat flour, instead of going to the millet market, why go to the lacquer pottery market where Fan's merchants gather? He glanced at the two bullock carts that were following his motorcade, and became more and more curious about what was inside.

With Jiaji's consent, he lifted a corner of the curtain on the ox cart, only to see several large wooden signs stacked on top of each other, painted with white clam ash. The clerk of the painting warehouse recognized it as the fragrant-looking white-faced "mantou", or the appearance of scones and water-inspired cakes. And those ink-colored seal characters made him stunned.

"Chengxiang wheat flour, exclusively for office and kitchen use, limited sales! Three stones and one bucket. Don't miss it!"

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On the other hand, although the lacquer pottery market is exclusively dominated by Fan, there are also stalls for foreign merchants to sell. Zigong and the others used Zhao's relationship. It was not bad to be assigned to a back position from the city clerk. Not good either.

After arriving at the place, it is natural to unload the goods carefully first. Yu Xi, Jia Ji and the others brought their soldiers and carried the wooden boxes and bamboo baskets with the caravan, and placed them neatly.

"Where did you come from, what kind of pottery is this?" Finally, a pedestrian came over and asked curiously.

"I recognize you. Are you the merchant from the Kingdom of Wei a few months ago, are you from Chengxiang?"

Coincidentally, the next person who was attracted was Zigong's acquaintance, Jiameng, a businessman from Wendi. After the two saluted, he Xiao came over with interest, and his eyes kept moving on the bamboo baskets covered with sackcloth.

Jia Meng remembered that before the gentleman of the Zhao family found this Weishang, he also asked him if he dared to participate. At that time, Jia Mengda didn't believe that Chengxiang could produce anything good, and he was afraid of Fan's power, so he declined.

In the past few months, he has also heard about the wheat flour, and knowing the profits, he immediately regretted it. Now he guessed in his heart that the gentleman of the Zhao family had tossed for a few months, and what new things did he make?

At that time, Zhao Wuxi said that he wanted to make good pottery that "its appearance is as green as jade, bright as a mirror, and sound like a chime".

But Jamon still didn't believe it, "How is this possible?"

He was not the only one who didn't believe it. Fan's pottery merchant from the booth next door held his black pottery and mocked coldly: "The pottery from Zhao's Chengxiang is probably crude earthen pottery!"

"How can the city officials be like this, didn't they say that all things related to pottery, buns and buns will not enter the market!"

Seeing the crowded lacquer pottery market, and seeing more and more pedestrians and merchants gathered in front of his booth, Zigong smiled confidently.

"Two or three sons, lift the curtain and remove the sackcloth!"

When the barrier that blocked the eyes was removed, the displayed goods immediately shocked everyone.

The goods on the left have a smooth and even surface, shimmering with a metal-like cyan luster. The big ding and the small gui are neatly stacked together. Tap them with your fingers, and the sound is like exhaustion.

The goods on the right are small and unique, with elegant shapes, the color is like ice and jade, and the shapes are cong, amphora, jue and so on.

There are also spherical Boshan smokers; thick and short-necked, round-bellied pan-mouth pots; short-necked chicken-head pots;

Jamon was stunned.

The pottery merchants and the scholars fondled one by one and said, "This, are these all pottery? Or are they bronze? Jade?"

Zigong introduced: "They are called porcelain, and the price is only one-fourth of the price of bronze and one-third of lacquer. If you buy a large amount, you can also get a coupon, and you can go to the millet market with this coupon. Zhao's warehouse officials in exchange for some wheat flour."

Hearing the low price and the ingenious bonus activities, the onlookers immediately exploded. Because Yu Xi and others were guarding the periphery, the crowd even crowded into the booth of Fan's pottery merchants and trampled the white pottery and black pottery into pieces. No one even noticed.

And Zigong looked at the situation in front of him competing to buy, and showed a winning smile, he couldn't help remembering what Zhao Wuxi said to him.

"Any battle, with righteousness, with odd victory!"

Zigong was not a general, did not understand military affairs, and even had no time to play chess, so he only had a rough knowledge of it.

But today he himself went into battle and led an army composed of oxen, horses and carriages: the duty-free talisman in his hand was his tiger talisman letter; wheat flour and porcelain were his armor and spear; if the battle was won, the spoils would be the same as real There is no difference in the war ~ www.readwn.com ~ are countless money, silk and grain!

Zigong was a businessman who had been dealing with these things for ten years since he was a child, and of course he understood the reasoning.

Guan Yiwu once said: The foundation of armor and soldiers precedes fields and houses. These things are more important than simple military struggles.

Because people die without food, and horses die without stalks (lei)!

The silk cloth can be shot through by the dullest arrows, but the soldiers will freeze to death without it!

Knives and coins can’t cut a hand or stab a person to death, but if the lords can’t spend a hundred gold every day into the war, they will make thousands of divisions and hundreds of thousands of people collapse overnight!

This is the battlefield given to him by Duanmu, the place where the victory or defeat of this battle of goods and plantation will survive!

If the wheat flour in the lower palace is the dignified and upright teacher who fell into the Fan's strong line, the Chengxiang porcelain in front of Zigong is an unexpected soldier who "defeats the army, runs out of food, and defeats the bandits". ! (To be continued..)

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