Paper is made, and now the question is how to sell it and where to sell it.

The tribe is full of acquaintances, and they generally don't do business with each other, mostly what others need, you borrow a little from me, I lend you a little, ask for each other's needs, and the Thai armor is naturally not good to pull down the face and sell it to them.

And as he said before, he has a principle that paper is not sold to the common people for the time being, because it will waste the value of paper.

So a plan poured into Taijia's mind, and he went to the nearby Qiang tribe to sell this thing, which was the place where the slave owners were the most, and relying on the spread of the common people, he would soon be able to create a sales channel.

He was confident that this was something that would make the slave owners crazy enough.

He said that he was going to sell this thing in person, but he was rejected by Taijia, because this old guy didn't understand marketing strategies at all, and with his violent temper, he was afraid that he would not make customers angry! - He decided to sell paper himself.

Although this move worried Yiyue very much, he was obliged to sell the paper made by Taijia after enduring seven months of loneliness, so he still agreed to Taijia's request after half pushing and half-pushing.

Everything was so peaceful.

In the early morning of spring, everything is silent and the dew is dripping. Tygar took half of the paper and wrapped it in a cylinder and put it in a wooden tube prepared in advance. Because although the two tribes are close to each other, they only have a waterway to go, and this is done to prevent the paper from falling into the water and getting wet.

"Why only half of it?" He was even more dissatisfied, "You can sell more when you take it all away, why only take this?" ”

What's more, this old guy is afraid that he will make a little less money.

Taijia said: "Father, I will make this paper to sell in other clans, if I let the patriarch know, I will definitely come to ask for sin!" I left this half of the paper and gave it to them when the time came, indicating that we hadn't forgotten about them at all! ”

was even more anxious: "You actually want to give these treasures to them for nothing?" ”

"You old thing, you want to go crazy for money!" Yiyue came directly over and hit him in the head, "Do you dare to ask the patriarch for money?" ”

That's right, what Yiyue said is exactly what Taijia is worried about, and it is also the reason why he doesn't let Geng Wu sell paper - if it's just something sold by ordinary people, those nobles must be robbing it!

And Taijia also has a layer of identity, that is, the son of God - this identity is already known to everyone in the city, and whoever dares to rob him casually is blasphemy!

Taijia didn't dare to stay longer, lest Yiyue and the others drag themselves and couldn't go; He needed to hurry to the ferry port west of the tribe, where there was a canoe dedicated to the Qiang.

"Thai, big brother Thaijia, where are you going?"

Halfway through, he suddenly heard a weak female voice shouting, Taijia couldn't react for a while, and after the main owner ran over, Taijia remembered that he hadn't seen her for nearly half a year.

Although it was still very early, the apricot husband took care of the housework and got up earlier than the Thai armor; She ran to Taijia and asked with a little surprise and worry: "Brother Taijia, ...... you How is it going? ”

"Huh? Oh, good, good...... Hehehe. ”

For more than half a year, Taijia has been busy with papermaking, and it is inevitable that he has become estranged from Xingfu, and now he is a little embarrassed to be stopped by her.

Unexpectedly, Xingfu suddenly cried, Taijia was shocked, and hurriedly pulled her to the corner of the street, and others in the province misunderstood and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"You...... Don't you want me anymore? Xingfu asked with a sad face.

"No, I ......" Taijia was about to say that he was raising money, but suddenly felt that it was not easy to tell Xingfu, so he said: "I've been a little busy lately, so I couldn't come to you, what's wrong?" ”

"Woo~~" Xingfu cried again, Taijia hurriedly comforted her, and she said, "Father, he has been beating me recently, and I am not allowed to scream...... Have you ever seen wicker? And they beat me with the thickest one until it was broken......"

“……”

Taijia held back a breath of evil, Kuishan Na Turtle Sun is dead and unchangeable, and it is actually becoming more and more hateful!

"I, I almost wanted to join the river a few days ago and go to accompany my grandmother...... "Xingfu said pessimistically, "If not, if you didn't promise me, you would marry me, I, I...... Woo woo woo ~ ~~ "

Xingfu stammered and finished the matter, and the Thai armor was extremely distressed. I was only busy making paper, but I forgot who I was helping with papermaking. Without his own company for six months, Xingfu only relied on his own words to support him.

It turns out that domestic violence is so terrible that he can stimulate people's most pessimistic attitudes.

Taijia Xiao accompanied Xingfu for a while, and after telling a story, he hurriedly left, thinking to himself where did the poor kid go? Have you completely lost confidence and don't dare to chase the apricot husband? You know, this is the time he had better take advantage of it!

"Boom, boom, boom—"

"Stinky boy, the old lady's dowry was dropped by you again, see if I don't kill your turtle son!"

"Wronged! That's the big yellow dog next door! ”

Two winds suddenly passed in front of the Thai armor - well, he didn't have to guess why, just a moment of silence. As for the appearance of poor Jian being chased by his mother every day, it is not impossible to go to the Olympics in the future to win glory for the country.

"Huh! If I had the chance, I could hold the Olympics in my tribe! This can also strengthen the physique of the people! ”

While planning for the future Olympic Games, the Thai Jia walked to the west, took a canoe with a familiar uncle, and didn't even need to give money, and drifted directly to the Qiang people on the opposite side.

Shu did not have a unified currency, because it was a slavery plus a tribal alliance country, and it advocated barter since ancient times. Therefore, the most useful hard currency in the tribe is grain, salt and other practical goods of life, among which salt is the most valuable.

Shu is remote, plus the well salt technology has not been developed, the salt content is extremely scarce, so the price is extremely high. Even if there is, it is a miscellaneous salt with a very low salt content, and in addition to its salty taste, most of it is a poisonous substance and cannot be eaten.

And what Taijia intends to exchange this time is salt. Although there are a lot of salt impurities, it is better than nothing. He had also thought about using distillation to purify salt, but it would certainly be said to be a waste......

Sometimes the Thai armor is quite envious of those who have crossed into a lonely family and have no restrictions on doing things.

The Qiang people are a very large tribe, in the eyes of the Taijia tribe is bigger, more prosperous, and more prosperous, if the Di tribe is a small village, then the Qiang is a small town. From the current perspective of Taijia, the Qiang are perhaps the most powerful tribe in the Mao.

As far as he knew, the merchants were the most profitable, and their military strength was the weakest, but the funds and food in their hands were several times that of the three tribes combined; The Shushan clan is uniformly equipped with iron weapons, and the military strength is the most powerful, but the population is inferior to that of the Qiang people, who can completely rely on the tactics of the sea of people to defeat them.

And the Di people...... Poor and destitute, with a population of mostly women and children, it can be said to be the weakest tribe, but I am afraid that the other two tribes except the merchant tribe will fall into a bitter battle.

Fortunately, this is peacetime, and the assumption of the Thai armor is not valid.

The Qiang people also have a special market configuration, which is something that Taijia did not expect. He walked over and found that it was full of people and a lot of vendors; Whether you want to buy food, livestock, or even slaves, you can find it here.

"Huh! Let's buy reeds! Fresh reeds! ”

"Freshly caught fish, come and see, fresh fish are now killed!"

"Firewood! Freshly chopped firewood! ”

In these years, there is no chengguan, and there is no need to pay taxes for setting up stalls on the spot, so Taijia found a relatively empty lot and took down the wooden tube behind him.

It's not uncommon to see a vendor in the market, and although it's a six-year-old child, people think it's a merchant's game at most.

To his left is a man who buys bamboo slips, and some rotten pens; The businessman's physique was a little blessed, with a slight literary atmosphere, and he looked at a seven-year-old child setting up a stall here, and turned his head away with disdain.

On the right is a big man selling meat, shouting loudly and with more customers, in stark contrast to the man selling bamboo slips.

"Uncle, don't you even shout when you sell bamboo slips?" Tygar asked, tilting his head.

When the uncle saw that this kid took the initiative to talk, he also replied politely: "I sell cultural goods, and I shout like these laymen, how can I sweep the floor!" ”

Yo! Still a cultural person!

However, Taijia laughed at him: "Uncle, you have to make money when you do business!" If you look at your appearance, you can see a cloud of black gas! Who wants to buy your bamboo slips? ”

was ridiculed by a child, and the uncle turned his head angrily, and he must still be saying in his heart, "The Tao is different, and we don't conspire with each other."

“…… Eh, uncle, how much did you sell in the morning? Thaika asked again.

“…… Three volumes. The uncle's face was gloomy and he replied leisurely.

Three volumes...... Taijia saw that he still had at least fifty volumes on his stall, and it seemed that it had taken a lot of effort to move these things, if they were all moved back again...... That's a day of exercise.

Bamboo slips are rarely used in the tribe, and this uncle can't see business opportunities, so he doesn't shout - it's strange that this business is not at a loss!

For the sake of his own face, the uncle deliberately changed the topic: "Boy, you are not playing with mud at home, what are you doing here?" ”

Thaika smiled: "Seller! ”

"What about your parents?"

Taijia pouted and pointed to the other side of the river: "Lazy at home!" ”

"It's amazing to let the child come out to sell things!" The uncle looked at the wooden cylinder that Taijia put down, and was a little curious, "What are you selling?" ”

"It's used to write."

…… It turns out that it is also a bamboo slip! Is it located next to me, specifically to steal my business? No wonder they asked me so much to save my face!

The uncle turned his head unhappily and stopped talking.

How did Taijia shamelessly slap him, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you give me your position and bamboo slips!" ”

"Let it be given to you? What are you doing? The uncle moved back vigilantly.

"Don't worry!" Taijia smiled, "I will never let my uncle suffer!" ”