Chengxi Station.

A large group of people roared over, with carts and horses, and the scale was not small.

The first fat young man straddled the back of a bloody horse with an abnormal sweat and blood, and did not get off in front of the post station, but straightened up and looked at the shadowy soldiers downstairs of Jinguangmen City in the distance, although it was a little far away, but at a cursory glance, it could be seen that there were at least hundreds of soldiers gathered there.

The fat young man's round face seemed to be a little dark after a long period of sun exposure, and there were traces of molting in many places, and at this moment he raised two eyebrows and asked, "What happened in the city?" ”

The post guard who came to greet him hurriedly said: "Back to His Royal Highness the King of Wei, the son of the general of the Right Wu Hou was killed some time ago, and the body was found on the ship of the royal sailor at noon today, and the Hou Wei of the Right Wu almost fought with the sailor, and this is not the whole Chang'an is under martial law." ”

Immediately, the young man was none other than Li Tai, the king of Wei.

From the Western Regions all the way back to Chang'an, the road is far away, not to mention the desert Gobi along the way, you can't take a car, you can only ride a horse. Fortunately, he followed Li Ji to put down the rebellion in the Western Regions and put himself in the army, although he suffered a lot and tortured His Royal Highness the King of Wei, who was pampered and pampered, to the point that he lost twenty or thirty catties of fat, and his body and bones were much stronger.

Otherwise, you will lie down on the road if you can't say it all the way......

Hearing the words of the postman at this moment, Li Taiqi said: "How can Qiu Shenji's body be on the sailor's boat?" ”

His first reaction was to frame the blame, otherwise who would be so stupid as to put the body on his boat and pull it around after killing someone, just waiting for the news to be chased and killed by the bitter master?

However, although the water master has the name of "royal", the real person in charge is Fang Jun, who single-handedly created this invincible division, and this account must be counted on Fang Jun's head, at least he can't get rid of it, for this, Li Tai said that he is happy to see it.

Fang Jun's mallet is the most annoying......

Looking up at the sky, seeing that the time is still early, there is no need to rush into the city, it is better to repair in the post station for one night, and then enter the city early tomorrow morning. However, the post station in Xianyang in the past two days has been almost rested, and I can't sleep for a while anyway, so it's better to walk around.

The time after leaving Chang'an is not short, and I miss the customs and customs of Guanzhong a little in my heart.

"Let's go, go to the south of the city with this king."

Li Tai rode forward, and the guards and cronies who came to greet him in the city hurriedly rode their horses to follow, knowing that there were two armies in the south of the city that were almost in flames, and the situation was bound to be tense, and no one dared to be careless.

A group of twenty or thirty horses, from Jinguangmen all the way to the south, through Yanping Gate, around half of Chang'an City, straight to the Fangjiawan Wharf in the south of the city.

Before arriving at the wharf, I saw from a distance that the road ahead was densely packed with people, and when I got closer, it turned out to be two armies facing each other, one side was probably the right Wu Houwei who came to block the river to prevent the sailors from escaping, and the other side was the right camp that blocked the road and did not let it pass.

Obviously, Fang Jun helped the sailor fight against Youwu Hou Wei......

Although the two parties confronted each other, they were still very restrained in the end, one side wanted to go to the dock, and the other side blocked the road and refused to go, so they froze here.

However, business travelers are free to pass......

Li Tai led his Praetorian Guards through the middle of the two armies, and no one asked about their identities or anything, so the two groups stared at each other and said nothing.

Along the river, soon there is a pier full of people......

There is no curfew at the pier, so even though it is dusk, it is still lively.

Li Tai rode through the wharf, watching the pole boom call the ship's goods to be hoisted onto the wharf, and then transported away by the huge board cars running along the laid tracks, and then unloaded into warehouses one by one, and the goods from Tiannan and Haibei were about to be transferred to various cities in Guanzhong, becoming the distribution center of Guanzhong commerce.

Every cargo ship, every boom, every pallet truck, every warehouse represents a steady stream of money......

Li Taifei is a person who loves money, but looking at such a thriving wharf, he can't help but feel a little hot.

When it comes to doing business, no one can compare to Fang Jun!

All the businessmen in the world are buying low and selling high to earn the difference in the middle price, but Fang Jun found another way, invested in a wharf by himself, bought nothing, sold nothing, but all the people who did business had to obediently send him money......

Tao Zhu's career, Duanmu's career, is nothing more than that.

When passing by a boom, the "creaking" sound of the boom caught Li Tai's attention.

The one-foot-thick boom is operated by a few people to use a set of axles to lift the cargo from the cargo ship docked next to the dock. The draft of the cargo ship was very deep, and on the deck were cubes stacked together, wrapped in tarpaulin, bound with thin straw ropes, which were obviously heavy.

What caught Li Tai's attention were the merchants who were thirty or forty people gathered around the boom......

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down!"

"You are a rammer, this is paper, the latest bamboo paper in Jiangnan, what should you be to withstand such a waste from you?"

"Alas, this old brother, it's been transported back to the warehouse, how many knives do you have on this ship, brother Bao Yuan'er, you count, brother will pay!"

"Fuck off! Sun Lao Er, do you want to be shameless? You ate so much bamboo paper by yourself, and you didn't let your brother live? ”

"Hey! In this way, our second grandson handed over the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, no one did not pit anyone, what does it have to do with you? ”

"Fart! There is so much bamboo paper in total, you old boy have eaten it, what are we going to sell back? ”

"That's it! Sun Lao Er, don't rely on your wealth to squeeze us small merchants and vendors, you want to eat these bamboo papers in one go, and go back to raise prices at will and sell them as much as you want? You think beautifully! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu, I'm going to sue you in front of Wu Niangzi? ”

"Whoever wants to sell it? We don't raise the price at all! Besides, this old brother has bamboo paper, I have money, why don't you let me buy it? ”

The dock was noisy and chaotic.

Li Tai leaned forward slightly, wondering in his heart, bamboo paper?

As a prince, he is naturally no stranger to bamboo paper. This kind of paper is produced in the south of the Yangtze River, with tender bamboo as raw material, the paper is smooth and beautiful, but the texture is light and brittle, and it is easy to leak the paper when writing, only those who have no money will buy it back, but even the people who can't afford good paper, how many people can read?

So the sales of this kind of paper are very bad.

But how did these people still grab it?

"Ladies and gentlemen, eavesdrop on the old man's words!" An old man in a blue shirt stood beside the boom and said to the merchants: "The old man is the steward of the Fang family, and these papers are produced in the paper mill opened by our Fang family and several major families in the south of the Yangtze River. From now on, we have several paper mills in Great Wall County, which can produce hundreds of thousands of high-quality bamboo paper per month, not only the supply of goods in Guanzhong is sufficient, but also will cover the entire Shandong, Jiangnan, and Shuzhong, you don't have to grab ......"

As he spoke, the old man pointed to a long cargo ship with a deep draft on the river, and said proudly: "See, these boats are all paper, all of them are high-quality bamboo paper!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area suddenly exploded!

"Good boy! Hundreds of thousands of dollars a month? ”

"It's a god, Fang Erlang is amazing, how much money do you have to make this year?"

The old man smiled: "Do you think our Erlang is short of this money? Let's tell you the truth, this paper mill, Erlang doesn't plan to make a penny at all! ”

As he spoke, the old man took a small scimitar from the hand of the servant beside him, and dismantled the knife of paper that had been hung on the dock, and cut the straw rope and oilcloth with a sharp knife, and the white and delicate paper inside was suddenly presented in front of everyone.

"Hey! This paper ...... It's whiter than before......" Sun Lao Er stepped forward and touched it, grabbed the top one and pulled it hard, and exclaimed: "Not only whiter, but also softer and tougher!" ”

The old man snorted and said, "See?" This kind of paper, a knife and a hundred wen! ”

There was a sudden silence around, and then it exploded!

"How much?"

"A hundred pieces of paper?"

"This kind of bamboo paper is not much worse than rice paper, right? Only 100 Wen? ”

"Hurry up and buy it, go back and sell it for the usual money!"

"I want a hundred dollars ......"

"I want a thousand dollars ......"

The old man was so noisy that his ears were ringing, and he quickly raised his hand: "Stop, stop!" ”

When the surrounding voices were a little quieter, the old man said, "Do you think it's cheap?" That's right! The cost of this kind of paper will reach 80 wen per knife, and then it will be transported from Jiangnan to Guanzhong, and the price of 100 wen will be a loss at all! ”

Not only were the surrounding businessmen a little confused, but even Li Tai thought he had heard it wrong-

Fang Er's mallet, will actually do a money-losing business?

Can't you......

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