If Yun Zheng came to Qingtang with thousands of troops and horses, he would definitely be beaten by Dong Yu at this time and flee, and he would not need to fight at all, fighting, and fighting bravely is the innate instinct of the Tubo people, which is a precious wealth given to them by the harsh environment.

But Yun Zheng avoided the strongest point of the Tubo people, and attacked the original business of Qingtang, in this realm where selling oil cakes can make buyers crazy, Yun Zheng thinks that he should do more.

Making money is for sure, starting from Dong Yu allowing himself to barter, it is destined that Qingtang's extremely fragile monetary system will be destroyed, as long as it is a discerning person, he will see the role of currency in transactions, because it is useful, since the appearance of shell currency, people have slowly embarked on the road of currency exchange after thousands of years, and now, because of the non-standardization of the currency of the Great Song Dynasty, the people of Qingtang will go back.

Qingtang, a peerless beauty, is guarding the empty room alone, just like the beautiful concubine of King Gesar in the lyrics, she can't withstand the invasion of Yun Zheng, a wild beast.

As long as they are happy, the shepherds will sing and dance, they advocate simplicity, simple warfare, simple life, and simple exchange, they don't know, the more complicated the transaction process, the greater the profit generated in the middle, when Yun Zheng replaces them as the supplier of goods, the commerce of the entire grassland will change, and Yun Zheng will suck their last drop of blood like a vampire.

However, Qingtang's fat sheep is too strong, and Yun Zheng hopes that a few more people will come over to help suck blood.

After dancing for a while, Yun Zheng wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and returned to his tent, Steward Lu's old face smiled like a flower, according to the current model, more than 4,000 pieces of silk, without waiting to go to Western Xia, can all be replaced, piles of cowhide and wool felt. made the old housekeeper almost forget that he was still in Qingtang.

"Uncle, we can still raise the price of our silk, why don't you allow it?" The old butler, who had been happy for a while, also had a different kind of ambition.

"You can't raise the price, you have to give the shepherd an illusion. You don't have to ask why, from tomorrow, our caravan will leave here and continue to march to the depths of the grassland, it is best to complete the final transaction in Miaochuan City, this is our first transaction, so to make a reputation, all the people on the grassland know that we are not vampires, we are good merchants who barter goods in a proper manner, not only to our satisfaction. It is also necessary to satisfy the Tibetan people, and only in this way can it be regarded as opening up the business road. ”

Steward Lu now admires his uncle's wisdom and throws himself into the ground, and the silk is transported from Shuzhong to Tubo, thinking that he will lose money. I didn't expect the people here to like silk so much, although it was dirty, and it was a bit bad to wear silk, but the things have been sold to others, and how to dispose of them is someone's business.

The old housekeeper knew very well the value of these things in exchange for silk at home, and the value of a wool blanket in Chengdu Mansion was more than three times more expensive than silk of the same size. But here three wool blankets can be exchanged for a piece of silk of the same size.

No one had ever taken silk to the steppe to sell, so its price was determined by size, and once measured in copper coins, there was no such large profit, which was a secret and required strict secrecy. I believe that the businessmen who come over in the future will also operate strictly according to such a price, and killing his head will not be leaked.

The old butler went out of the account room, and watched the shepherds happily hang silk on each other's necks, and for the first time felt that the silk in Shu should be sold to the grassland, not to the rest of the place.

Kakuro stood on the prairie. Looking at the withered yellow grass stretching to the horizon, countless cattle and sheep are bowing their heads to gnaw on the withered grass, trying to add the last autumn fat to their bodies, as long as the cattle and sheep here are strong, no one can shake the status of Qingtang.

Forming an alliance with the Great Song Dynasty, or forming an alliance with the Western Xia, Jiao Guluo has a clear account in his heart, he is not strong enough, and there is no way to deal with the two opponents of the Western Xia and the Great Song at the same time, and he must choose an ally from them to ensure that he will not be attacked from both sides at the same time.

Yuan Hao of Western Xia was clearly not a good ally, and Jiaoguo Luo did not dare to expect a man who killed even his own mother and pregnant wife to keep the covenant, compared to the Great Song Dynasty, which was much milder.

It's a strange country, as long as you bow your head and call yourself a vassal, you can get a lot of benefits that you can't even dream of, they seem to only care about a name, don't care about the actual benefits, such a price can be afforded by Jiaoluo, as long as they can keep Qingtang, even if they are humble Jiaoluo, they don't care.

Because of the more wealthy Great Song Dynasty by his side, Yuan Hao did not attack him, so Jiao Guluo sincerely hoped that the Buddha could bless the Great Song Dynasty for eternity.

A whistle came from the horizon, Jiao Yuluo's eyes were full of love, this is his most beloved son Dong Yu is back, the person next to him should be the Qingyi Ghost Zhang, a hero and three gangs, Jiao Luo still thinks that his son's helpers are too few, but Dong Yu's vision of this child is too high, and he doesn't pay attention to his two elder brothers.

Looking at his son standing on the horse pedal and galloping, he always reminded him of his youth, which was his pride, and a good heir was more precious to the owner of the grassland than cattle and sheep pasture.

"Father, I'm back!" Dong Yu jumped off the horse, and Qingyi Jiegui Zhang, who was one step later than him, also got off the horse, but the kid muttered as if he was complaining about this, which is rare, he rarely has dissatisfaction, and even if he does, he will use his own knife to eliminate dissatisfaction.

"Who wins the horse race?" Jiao Gu Luo laughed, and did not ask Dong Yu how things were done, but directly asked why Qingyi Jiejie Ghost Chapter was dissatisfied, if Dong Yu was cheating, Jiao Guluo planned to sentence Qingyi Jiejie Ghost Chapter to win, fairness between friends is very important.

"Ah Yu won, big, there was something very delicious today, I wanted to bring you some, but Ah Yu didn't allow it."

Jiao Luo laughed and said: "Silly boy, just a little food, as long as you think big in your heart, even if you don't eat me, it's sweet, the Han people always have some wonderful ways to make unforgettable deliciousness, and when you are older, you will know that there are more important things in this world than eating, what's the matter, that Han businessman invited you to eat?" Does he keep the rules of the steppe? ”

"Father, he is very well-behaved, he has been in Qinggu for three days when the child went, and he has not made a single transaction in these three days, and has been waiting for the child's order."

"What kind of goods did he bring? Tea? Salt? White rice? Or sack?"

Dong Yu replied suspiciously: "The person who came was a young Song Dynasty official, the official rank was not high, the child was very puzzled, he brought tea, salt, linen and rice, and he even brought medicinal materials, these things the child understands, the only thing he doesn't understand is that he brought a lot of silk!" ”

"Selling silk on the prairie?" Kakuro's smiling face suddenly became gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "How is he going to sell his silk?" Do you want herders to graze in silk clothes? ”

Jiao Guluo sat directly on the grass and motioned for Dong Yu and Qingyi to sit down together, he was going to give them an ancient example of extravagance and death.

Without waiting for him to say, Dong Yu said: "The silk he sells is not for people to make clothes, but as gifts for the most distinguished guests, and there are rumors about Hada in the songs of the "bag", I heard that it is Padmasambhava who extracts the clouds on the horizon and turns it into blessings, wishing everyone happiness and auspiciousness. There is also such a depiction in the biography of King Gesar, and the child can hear it very clearly. ”

After Dong Yu finished speaking, he took out the white Hada from his arms and hung it around his father's neck, and sent his most sincere blessings. What Dong Yu said was completely different from what Jiao Guluo thought in his heart, he took off the silk from his neck and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, this smell was very special, it seemed to be drilled all the way to his brain, after wearing such a so-called Hada, it was very comfortable, and his head was very sober, this would definitely not be a filthy thing.

Just when Jiao Guluo was undecided, Dong Yu took out a handful of broken copper coins from his arms and put them in front of his father and said, "That Great Song official said a lot of things that children don't understand, so I can only ask you for advice." ”

Jiao Guluo looked at the broken copper coins and picked out the two petals of Taizu copper coins from them and put them on the flat ground and sighed and said: "This copper coin is the most valuable, the back four are worse than the other, this is our Qingtang grief, knowing that it is the Great Song Dynasty that is making it bad, but we can't deal with it, if this merchant wants to buy something with the worst kind of copper coin, what we can do is to raise the price a little!" ”

Dong Yu shook his head and said: "That man does not use copper coins, he said that he is ready to barter, with his own goods in exchange for the shepherd's goods, as for the price, he and the herdsman can agree on their own, as long as they are willing to exchange, if they are not willing to exchange, until everyone is satisfied before trading, the child thinks this method is fair, so he agrees that he can exchange all goods except war horses, armor and swords, but requires him to use copper coins or silver to pay the commercial tax after the end of the transaction." ”

"You're not going to just come back, are you?" Kakuro asked, looking at his son.

"No, the boy sent someone to monitor their trade, and he stopped the herdsmen who had completed the transaction from a distance and asked, the process of the transaction was fair, and each person got more goods than they could buy with the same amount of copper money.

Some herdsmen like to eat a kind of food called oil cake, and even do not hesitate to exchange war horses for it, but he refused, and told the herdsmen that an oil cake is not worth a horse, nor a sheep, or even a sheepskin, but only a handful of wool. In the end, he simply stopped selling oil cakes and gave them to children.

You said that merchants are greedy, but in him I see the virtues of a saint, father, is there an exception to what you said? ”

Jiao Luo's face became very strict, and he looked at the direction of Yun Zheng's business and said to Dong Yu word by word: "Child, you remember, businessmen are greedy, and there is nothing wrong with this sentence!" ”

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Chapter II