At the intersection to Xinjiang, Zigong and his party encountered a long convoy from the lower palace. From a distance, there was almost no end in sight, and dozens of carriages, full of marijuana bags of wheat flour, all counted, may be close to a thousand stones.

This is the terrifying strength displayed by the newly built large mills in the lower palace, and of course it is not comparable to the daily supply of dozens of stones in Chengxiang. For three days, the lower palace has done its best to grind wheat flour, and almost everywhere, the sound of grinding flour can be heard rumbling all night.

At Zigong's suggestion, these fresh wheat flours from the lower palace were not rushed to the market, but were drawn like a stretched bowstring.

Zigong asked the people who stayed in Su City to maintain the original high price, pretending to be at a loss to lure the Fan family. It wasn't until there was enough stock here to save up, that is, the three-day needs of the entire Xinjiang wheat flour, that it poured out of the nest.

Che Zheng and the warehouse officials who came to the palace also greeted Zigong, they knew that this person was a gentleman's unsympathetic cronies and businessmen, and he was also quite appreciated by the monarch Zhao Ying. The king wanted to clumsy him to be the chief of the treasury, but he refused, for this reason, the king also regretted for a long time, saying "I am not as good as my son?" ”

In the face of this patriot who almost became his top boss, the warehouse official was still quite respectful, just looked at the only six or seven ox carts behind Zigong, and said with a smile: "Duanmu merchant, your goods are too small, and why are there so many sundries?" ”

Indeed, there were only seven double-wheeled ox carts behind Zigong, carrying bamboo baskets and wooden boxes filled with straw, and they did not know what was inside, and the storekeeper could only be sure that this was not wheat flour.

Zigong smiled mysteriously, and did not answer, when he entered the city square in the south of Xinjiang City, because of the Zhao clan's runes, he was able to pass without going through the check. Dozens of carriages of the Zhao caravan were killed, which shocked several Fan officials and businessmen in their hearts, and secretly felt bad.

Zigong split his caravan in two, half of which was led by Jia Ji. Lead the convoy of the lower palace to Awa City. And when the warehouse official saw that Zigongjing took Yu Xi and the others with him, and escorted five of the ox carts towards Qitao City, he was anxious and shouted: "Where are the Duanmu merchants going?" ”

However, Zigong just turned around and waved his hand at the Zhao clan's warehouse official and said, "I'll go over there and set it up." Just come back. ”

"Weird, what is he going to do?" The warehouse clerk was puzzled, selling wheat flour, not going to the Su Market, but going to the lacquer pottery market where the Fan merchants gathered. He glanced at the two ox carts that had followed his convoy. I became more and more curious about what was inside.

After asking Jiaji's permission, he lifted the corner of the curtain on the ox cart, only to see several large wooden plaques stacked on top of each other, painted with white clam ash. The painter recognized that it was the fragrant white-faced "steamed bun", or the appearance of scones and water cakes, and those ink-colored seal characters made him dumbfounded.

"Chengxiang wheat flour, exclusively for the kitchen of the office, limited sales! Three stones and one bucket. Don't miss out! ”

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On the other hand, although the lacquer pottery market is monopolized by the Fan family, there are also stalls for foreign traders to sell. Zigong took advantage of the relationship of the Zhao family and was assigned a backward position from the city officials, which was neither bad nor good.

After arriving at the place, it was natural to unload the goods carefully first, and Yu Xi, Jia Ji and others took the soldiers and carried the wooden boxes and bamboo baskets with the caravan. Handle with care and arrange it neatly.

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

"I know you, you're the same patriotic businessman from months ago. Is it from Chengxiang? ”

Coincidentally, the next person who was attracted was Zigong's acquaintance, Jia Meng, a merchant from Wendi. After the two saluted, he leaned over with great interest, his eyes wandering on the bamboo baskets covered with linen.

Jia Meng remembered. Before finding this Wei Shang, the gentleman of the Zhao family also asked him if he dared to participate. At that time, Jia Mengda didn't believe that Chengxiang could produce anything, and he was afraid of Fan's power, so he politely refused.

In the past few months, he has also heard about wheat flour, knows the profits, and immediately regrets it. Now he guessed in his heart, what new things did the Zhao gentleman make after tossing for a few months?

At that time, Zhao Wuxian described that he wanted to make a good pottery with "its surface green as jade, bright as a mirror, and sound like a chime".

But Jia Meng still didn't believe it, "How is this possible? ”

He wasn't the only one who didn't believe it, the Fan potter in the stall next door held his black pottery and sneered coldly: "The pottery from Zhao's Chengxiang is probably crude clay pottery!" ”

"How can the city officials be like this, doesn't it mean that all the things that are pottery and the bun can't enter the market!"

Looking at the bustling lacquer pottery market, looking at the more and more pedestrians and merchants gathered in front of his stalls, Zigong showed a confident smile.

"Second and third sons, lift the curtain and remove the sackcloth!"

When the barrier to obscure the gaze was removed, the goods on display suddenly shocked everyone and couldn't close their mouths.

The goods on the left, with a smooth and even surface, shimmering with a cyan luster similar to metal, are large and small, neatly stacked together, and tapped with fingers, and its sound is like a suffocation.

The goods on the right are small and chic, elegant in shape, and their color is like ice and jade, and the shape is Cong, amphora cup, Jue, etc.

The rest also have spherical Boshan smokers; a stubby neck, round belly pan pot; short-necked chicken head pot; The open-mouthed, long-necked bottle also has a translucent enamel on the outside.

Jia Meng was dumbfounded.

The potters and scholars stroked them one by one and said, "This, these are all pottery?" Or bronze? Jade? ”

Zigong introduced: "They are called porcelain, and the price of porcelain is only a quarter of that of bronze and one-third of that of lacquerware. If you buy a large amount, you can also get a coupon, and you can go to the Zhao storekeeper in Sushi City to exchange for some wheat flour. ”

Hearing that the price was low and there was an ingenious bonus activity, the onlookers suddenly exploded. Because Yu Xi and others were guarding the periphery, the crowded crowd even crowded into the stalls of Fan's potters on the side, trampling those white and black pottery into pieces.

And Zigong looked at the situation in front of him and showed a smile that he was sure of winning, and he couldn't help but think of what Zhao Wuxian had said to him.

"Where you fight, you win with the right and the odd!"

Zigong is not a general, he doesn't understand military affairs, and even chess is only rough because he has no time to play.

But today he himself went into battle, leading an army of oxen, horses, and carts: the tax-free talisman in his hand was his tiger talisman seal; Wheat flour and porcelain are his armor and spears; If this battle is won, the spoils of war are no different from the real war, they are all innumerable money, silk and grain!

Zigong is a businessman who has been dealing with these things for ten years since he was a child, and of course he understands the truth.

Guan Yiwu once said: The foundation of a soldier precedes the field house, and these things are more important than simple military battles.

Because, if people have no food, they will die, and if they have no rice, they will die!

The silk cloth can be pierced by the blunt arrows, but the soldier will freeze to death without it!

Swords and coins can't cut hands, and they can't stab people, but if the princes can't enter the war with a daily consumption of 100 gold, they will let the army of thousands of times and 100,000 people collapse overnight!

This is the battlefield of his Duanmuci, the place where the victory or defeat of this battle for goods and colonization is the place of survival!

If the wheat flour in the lower palace is a dignified and upright teacher who is trapped in the Fan family's strong formation, then these Chengxiang porcelain in front of Zigong are a surprising soldier who "defeated the army, cut off the grain road, and attacked the benkou"! (To be continued.) )

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