Chapter 6: The Troubled Times
More than half a month has passed, Zhao Quan and his party returned to Zhaojia Village in the dust, and carried back a few corpses, Zhao Yan looked at those corpses, it was the Zhao family's family, obviously someone died in this transaction.
Zhao Quan's arm was wrapped in gauze, apparently injured. Zhao Yan hurriedly took the servants down to rest and prepare food.
"What's going on?" Zhao Yan asked in surprise.
"I met a group of salt sellers who wanted to eat black in Laizhou, and the old slave desperately repelled them and robbed them of their illegal salt, but we also killed five people." Zhao Quan said with a sigh.
"Uncle Quan has worked hard all the way, just come back, and the families of the dead must be resettled." Zhao Yan comforted.
"The old slave knows." Zhao Quan nodded and said, "This transaction earned two thousand three hundred taels of silver, most of the salt farms in Denglai and Denglai were affected by Kong Youde's rebellion, and the old slave originally bought not much private salt, and most of the silver came from the stolen private salt." ”
"Let's talk about it first." Zhao Yan said.
After entering the room and sitting down, Zhao Quan explained the process of the dispatch in detail.
There are seventeen salt farms in Shandong, and there are four in Dengzhou, and this time Zhao Quan went to the four salt farms to run around, but he didn't buy much salt.
The four salt farms have all been depressed, and the salt farmers are no longer there.
In the past, the Zhao family did this illicit salt trafficking business, buying salt in Dengzhou, and then selling it to Beizhili, where there was a buyer who caught up with the line.
This time, I didn't buy salt in Dengzhou, so I had to go to Laizhou to buy it.
Although Laizhou also experienced the impact of Kong Youde's rebellion, it was not as serious as Dengzhou after all, and many salt farms were still producing salt normally.
It's just that the Zhao family doesn't have any access to Laizhou, and they don't buy much private salt.
Zhao Quan, who originally thought that he couldn't make any money when he went out this time, ran into a peer and wanted to eat his salt, and the number of people on the other side was twice as large as that of the Zhao family, so he could theoretically eat it.
But the Zhao family's family was trained and killed, although the training was not very formal, but there was a blood spirit, after hacking to death more than a dozen people on the other side in the fight, the other party saw that the Zhao family's family was not afraid of death, and finally couldn't support it, and the group of people fled in defeat.
The salt dealer who originally wanted to eat the Zhao family's salt goods lost his salt goods instead.
"Now that the Dengzhou salt field has not been restored, I am afraid that the salt sale will not be carried out in the near future, and the road must be paved as soon as possible." Zhao Quan said.
"Hmmm! The way to sell salt cannot be lost. Zhao Yan nodded and said, salt is something that everyone can't live without, and the profits in it are staggering. If you can occupy this market, it will definitely be more profitable than glass mirrors.
"I'll take someone to Laizhou." Zhao Quan decided.
"There's no hurry. Uncle Quan went with me to see something first. Zhao Yan shook his head and stood up, walking towards the back hall, and Zhao Quan hurriedly got up and followed.
Zhao Yan took out the large mirror with a length of one meter and a width over there, and at this moment the mirror has been framed, but this square mirror is not very good-looking, Zhao Yan did not take this into account at the beginning, and has asked Blacksmith Zhou to build a rectangular iron plate.
"It's ...... Zoetrope! Zhao Quan looked at the mirror in surprise, he really couldn't figure out how this mirror appeared, the Zhao family didn't have this thing before.
This time he went out to do business, and Zhao all walked away with 1,000 taels of silver, and there was not much silver left in the house, and he couldn't afford to buy an expensive diorama.
In addition, the diorama in front of him is also very strange, the frames of Western man-made mirrors are all Western style, but the frame of this mirror in front of him is Oriental style, and he has never seen such a large diorama.
"When Uncle Quan went out this time, I made this thing when I had nothing to do." Zhao Yan said.
"What! Childe, you ...... You made it? Zhao Quan was dumbfounded, when he was a child in Zhangpu, he often came into contact with maritime trade, after all, Yuegang is not far from Zhangpu, he knows the way of this diorama best, only one of the Westerners can make it, and the technology is extremely strictly controlled.
"Hmm!"
"How much does it cost?" Zhao Quan immediately came back to his senses and asked about the cost of the glass mirror.
"The material doesn't need any silver, and it's easy to build this mirror, and with these frames, the cost should be less than one or two silver." Zhao Yan said estimatingly.
"One...... One or two ......" Zhao Quan was so shocked that he stammered at this mirror, and couldn't help but think "that ......"
"We're going to get rich, so now all we have to do is sell these mirrors." Zhao Yan said with a smile.
"yes, yes, we have to sell the mirror." Zhao Quan rubbed his hands and said, "As long as you sell these mirrors, you won't have to worry about running out of silver." ”
"Childe, apart from you, is there anyone else who knows how this mirror is made?" Zhao Quan said: "If there is, you have to keep a close watch to prevent leaking the secret recipe." ”
"I made these mirrors with my own hands, and only I know how to do it." Zhao Yan said.
"This matter should be cautious, and the news should not be leaked, so as not to be targeted, it is better to pretend that it was bought from Westerners." Zhao Quansheng's surname is steady, and he quickly thought of various aspects.
"The matter of selling salt will be put aside, and the most important thing is that after the mirror is sold, we have to recruit displaced people to come and produce, and we have to prepare grain, farming tools, and farming cattle." Zhao Yan knew that selling mirrors was not the main thing, but the main thing was the creation of a 'war machine'.
To contend with the Manchus, one had to build a massive war machine and turn everyone into parts of the machine, each capable of performing its own function.
A war machine like a thief is very crude and low-level, and the number of people seems to be so large that it makes people's scalps explode, but in fact it is vulnerable.
There's still a long way to go to make every part smart. But as long as he builds a machine and puts all aspects on the right track, Zhao Yan can be much more worry-free.
"How many people does Childe plan to recruit?" Zhao Quan asked.
"As much as you want." Zhao Yan said directly.
Zhao Quan couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and said, "But our Zhao family doesn't have so much land to resettle!" ”
"Didn't buy it." Zhao Yan said.
"But people don't sell it." Zhao Quan shook his head and said.
"If you don't sell it, you will hit him until he sells it." Zhao Yan said coldly, the so-called troubled times use heavy codes, those who cannot contribute to the resistance to the Qing Dynasty and want to hinder his development can only be leveled by force.
Zhao Quan took a breath and couldn't help but look at the little master again.
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