Every day, people go to Xinpingbao to buy grain, and the grain in Xinpingbao is sold from the mainland. Of course, it is transported to smuggling, everyone understands this layer in their hearts, but no one understands it thoroughly.

As for the smuggling of iron tools such as iron pots, that is huge profits, but the imperial court is strictly controlled, and ordinary people dare not do such a business.

The proprietor in front of him is Fan Yongdou, one of the famous big businessmen.

The Fan family reserves more than one million stones of grain every year, and it can be said that the two towns of Datong and Shanxi may not have as much grain as him, and the price of grain rises or falls, all within Fan Yongdou's square inches.

Of course, it is not the Fan family alone, and when they join forces with several others, that is the scale of millions of stones, and the proprietor of such a business will tremble three times if he stomps his feet.

Since the proprietor said that he and Yusheng were going to finish, the other two didn't ask much, and the proprietor would definitely be over after speaking.

"The proprietor," one of them asked, "it's getting dark today, do you want to rest here at Xinpingbao?" ”

"Nope." Fan Yongdou said: "Go to the Acropolis of the Heavenly City, I still have to see people there." ”

"Yes, proprietor."

Both of them are respectful, although they are high-status shopkeepers, but in front of Fan Yongdou, no one will ever dare to dismiss a word.

And this proprietor, from Jizhen to Xuanfu, and then all the way to Datong, toured more than a dozen semicolons of the Fan family, others were already tired and didn't want to move, but he didn't have any intention of being tired and resting, this kind of energy and self-control, of course, is far from being comparable to ordinary people.

The carriage continued to move forward, it was dark, no one spoke, the coachman was beating the horses and hurrying away, there were still dozens of miles away from Amagiwei, the torches were lit on both sides of the carriage and horses, and the coachman still hoped to get to the place as soon as possible.

The most important reason why Li Yuchun wants to do it himself is that he can find Li Mingda, climb the path of the Fan family, and buy cheaper grain, so that their new business can be profitable, unlike He Yusheng who has been losing money.

As for Li Mingda, it is just a little bit of profit, the Fan family originally had many related households, and Li Mingda was the big shopkeeper, so this little thing is still worth it.

Li Yuchun may have other ideas, and Li Mingda didn't ask much, but now that he thinks about it, since Fan Dongzhu said that he and Yusheng are over, Li Yuchun can't jump for a few days.

"It's a pity that ......" The body shook, Li Mingda tossed in the car, and took the opportunity to sigh in a low voice, I don't know if it was Zhang Han who I just saw, or his ambitious distant nephew.

Zhang Han greeted people all the way, with a harmless smile on his face, and even deliberately had a feeling of youthfulness. It's just that he has been shrewd all his life, and how to hide the feeling of gestures is also brought out, which also makes many people deeply impressed by him, and feels that the temperament of the little proprietor He Yusheng is extraordinary.

When I walked out of North Street and turned into West Lane, there were many people on both sides of the road with lanterns hanging on the side of the road, although the sky was dark, the road was still bright.

The feet are also laid with bluestone slabs, which are very comfortable to walk on, only the roadside is a little dirty, and people in this era are littering and do not pay attention to hygiene at all.

In fact, this is still a wealthy place in Xinpingbao, an ordinary city in this era, in terms of city appearance, much worse than Xinpingbao, less strong. At least these lanterns on both sides, ordinary people are reluctant to order, ordinary people, they have dinner before dark, and the lights will not exceed half an hour after dark, and they go to bed early to rest, and only those who are studying for the exam will light candles and read until midnight.

The waning moon hung in the sky, and the starlight was faintly visible, and it was almost the end of the month, and after a while, the small market would open again.

Zhang Han walked with his hands behind his back, and Zhang Chun carried a lantern to illuminate the road, which was actually a bluestone road with water, a straight alley, and it was difficult to go wrong.

When walking, it's best to think about things, Zhang Han is thinking about the next step of development.

Crossing is crossing, Zhang Han has already faced reality.

Fortunately, it's not dressed as a beggar or a homeless person, it's really miserable, if you want to get rid of your identity and live a normal life again, you have to work hard, but now it's okay, you have tens of thousands of silver in hand, dozens of people, and the foundation of the start is there.

Zhang Han has read some books on the study of Jin merchants, and knows that such as the Kang family, the Qiao family, and the Fan family, the great Jin merchant family, is worth tens of millions, millions of taels of silver, and the family has been rich and noble for hundreds of years.

What matters is, how do you do it exactly, and where do you start?

The grain business, according to Zhang Han's understanding, is controlled by big forces, there are officials and town army levels, and there are also big businesses involved, and Yusheng's strength is too far behind, no matter how Zhang Han tosses, there is no capital of hundreds of thousands, don't think about it.

In addition to grain, it is tea, cloth.

Most of the tea here in Shanxi comes from Sichuan, and the origin is not in the hand, and the bulk of the profit is of course from Sichuan, and the logistics cost is very high.

Cloth cotton, that is the specialty of Songjiang in the south of the Yangtze River and Yanzhou in Shandong, there is only a small amount of native cloth in Shanxi, which is not enough for their own use, let alone selling, and tea, the goods from other people's origins, the profit is high, and it completely depends on the face of others.

Moreover, Zhang Han and his He Yusheng have not reached the level of competing for profits with the production area, to put it bluntly, the scale is too small to be mixed with this kind of thing.

Remove these big heads, and the rest of the goods will of course make money, but after all, there is no big deal to make money quickly, and there is not much.

Normal buying low and selling high, this is the way of the grandfather Zhang Yun to make a fortune, but it was not long after the opening of Xinpingbao, the predators did not have strong control, and many diligent and shrewd businessmen were developed at that time.

With Zhang Han's wrist and vision, even if he is tossed in the cracks, the future will not be bad, but it may take decades, he can't bear it, and he can't wait.

What Zhang Han wants to do now is to find a gap in the cracks, truly monopolize an industry, accumulate capital, and naturally be able to wrestle with the predators.

But this gap, even if he is as shrewd and intelligent as Zhang Han, he still can't imagine it for a while......

"Young proprietor, the situation is not right......"

Zhang Chun kept carrying the lantern and walked along, without disturbing Zhang Han's thoughts, every day has been the same for the past few days, and Zhang Chun is also used to Zhang Han's speechless state all the way.

But today, Zhang Chun interrupted Zhang Han, and his tone was very nervous.

Zhang Han's mind moved quickly, and immediately recovered from the state of confusion, he secretly blamed himself, there was always a rustling of footsteps behind him, from far and near, why was he so careless?

The West Lane is not long, about one and a half miles, Zhang Han's master and servant have already walked halfway, and then a hundred steps forward, turning a thirty-step corner, is where the home is, but such a little distance, it is difficult to walk.

Two men in front, two in the back, and four people stood in a row, blocking the alley tightly.

By the light of the lantern, it can be seen that these four people are not very old, in their twenties, or even less than twenty, people in these years are not interested in shaving, looking at the beard, maybe only in their early twenties, in the past few years, looking at the face, the age is not very big.

Dressed as a typical northern tiger, wearing a fur warm hat, wearing a dirty cotton jacket, and a belt on his chest, everyone has a horizontal face and a bad gaze.

"Zhang Shaodong, you are a big rich man, every day there are big fish and meat, big hairy clothes, full of food, warm clothes, but our brothers eat ice and wind...... People are more angry than people, and there is no way, so I have to find you to fight the autumn breeze and borrow a few dozen taels of silver to our brothers. ”

The one who spoke at the beginning was a descendant with the youngest face, estimated that he was not necessarily twenty, he was very young, but his face was the most evil, and when he spoke, he asked for silver.

After saying a word, the latter crooked his mouth and said with a smile: "Erhu, tell the proprietor our name." ”

A bearded man next to the posterior took a step forward and said loudly: "If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, we are members of the Xinping Society." ”

Although Zhang Chun was afraid, he still stepped forward and said angrily: "You are not openly robbing, report to the Qing Military Department, hit the board, and drive you out of the fort." ”

Xinpingbao and the entire Tianzhen County of later generations, including Zhangjiakou of Xuanda, west to Hukou, half of the entire Shanxi Province all belong to the military town, and it is the real soil guard, this is the border place, and those inland guards are different, the local civil affairs is also under the jurisdiction of the Qing Military Department under the guard, including the merchants are the same, this year is different before, if a hundred years ago, Lahu was taken down and beheaded by the town guard, there are not a few.

It's just that the tiger who couldn't control the head cutting off back then, how could he take these people to heart when he beat the board and exiled them?

Zhang Chun's words only provoked a burst of laughter from the tigers, and the latter who spoke first crooked his mouth, stepped forward with a smile: "It's our business to play the board, Zhang Shaodong, you just have to pay for it, if you have the ability to ask someone to take us now, and play through the skin and flesh, that's your ability." ”

Zhang Han smiled slightly, and his right hand reached into his robe.

All the bulls thought that they had frightened this little wealthy man, and they all showed a smug smile on their faces when they saw Zhang Han about to take out the silver.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Han took out a dagger that was bright and dangling, how long the ruler was, and Zhang Han took it out and took off the envelope, revealing a sharp point.

"You can ask for silver." Zhang Han was still smiling, he stared at the young Lahu, and said word by word: "People called you here, but they just scared me, and when you moved, there were deaths and injuries, do you really think about the consequences?" ”