Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

In Chang'an, such a situation occurred in more than one place. Wei Zheng was in charge of refining and selling the refined salt this time. He did not use other people, but directly used his own people. In Chang'an, some strange things began to appear in various places. small shop.

Although these shops have been rented for half a month, none of them are open.

Just after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the entire Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty was boiling.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year, but there is too much snow this year.

A small shop opened, and the word "Yanhao" caused the people of Chang'an to line up from the early morning.

In the cold wind, everyone was shivering.

Not many people came out of the shop, only one, this person did not seem to be from Chang'an.

"Everyone, Mr. Liang has just arrived. He has a batch of salt in his hand, which is just for sale. The sale will start today. There are about one thousand catties, and the price is about one hundred Wen per catty."

The people of Chang'an are used to the price of coarse salt at one hundred renminbi per catty.

"Shopkeeper, let's get started, we can't wait any longer, the salt jars at home are all empty."

"Yes, shopkeeper, if you don't start, we will freeze to death."

Everyone was excited.

Liang Sidao is a small official in Weinan, Wei Zheng's fellow villager, in Chang'an, not many people know him, after all such a small person, it is very difficult for dignitaries to know him.

In the eyes of everyone in the court, this person was an ant, but Liang Sidao didn't feel that he was being wronged by letting him sell salt.

After Wei Zheng sent the letter, he understood one thing, Datang wanted to attack the salt merchants.

Liang Sidao smiled lightly: "Don't panic, don't panic, come here, take out the first bag first, everyone, don't grab it, we are all virtuous people in Chang'an."

The salt bag was opened, and suddenly, the entire Chang'an Dongshi Street was completely silent in the cold wind.

The hustle and bustle not far away is still there, and the sound of hawking in the East Market is wafting in the distance, but in front of the salt shop, no one has spoken.

In that huge bag, fine salt like white snow lay quietly.

After a long time, a burst of exclamation erupted from the crowd: "My God, it's refined salt!"

"Boss, come ten catties!"

"What? Refined salt? One hundred cents a catty? My God!"

"Quick, quick, go back and tell the third child that he has gone to the West Market today, let him come over and line up."

There were exclamations one after another, and Liang Sidao's eyes showed relief.

On this day, the refined salt was immediately wiped out, and there were rumors throughout Chang'an that someone in Dongshi was hoarding refined salt at a price of [-] Wen per catty, which was of high quality and low price.

When the news reached the Tang salt merchants, it was destined not to be peaceful.

In Chang'an, in Mingdefang, in front of a huge house, there was a lot of traffic.

In normal times, almost no one would appear here. The houses in Mingde Square are extremely expensive at first glance. It takes a huge sum of money for ordinary people to buy houses here.

Even so, businessmen will spare no effort to turn this place into their own back garden.

Being able to own a real estate in the place where Daru lived is a symbol of status.

Next door to the house is another house with the words "Du Mansion" written on the huge plaque. In front of the door stood a man with the appearance of a Confucian scholar, with a dark complexion and torch-like eyes.

"These merchants gathered here today with great fanfare, and something unusual must have happened."

"On weekdays, it is quiet and quiet, even the officials in the court can bear it, hehe, it is so noisy today, it smells like copper, hehe."

Du Ruhui's expression was not good, he waved his hand, the carriage beside him had already arrived in front of him, got on the carriage, and he went straight to the imperial city.

At this time, more than a dozen people had already gathered in the luxurious house.

They were dressed in expensive clothes, and the jade rings on their fingers looked extraordinary. They all gathered in the warm pavilion with flustered eyes and anxious faces.

Not long after, a middle-aged man slowly appeared. The middle-aged man was dressed in the clothes of a Confucian scholar, and the clothes were plain. The moment he appeared, all the businessmen immediately stopped talking, their expressions were serious, and they did not dare to breathe.

It can be seen that this middle-aged man in a Confucian robe is their backbone.

"Everyone came to me in such a hurry today, what is the reason?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's voice fell, and everyone fell silent. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and dared not speak.

Finally, the businessman sitting closest to the middle-aged Confucian scholar slowly stood up, bowed his hands and saluted: "You also know that we people will not disturb Mr. unless it is absolutely necessary, but what happened today is too sudden."

"In Chang'an, there is a salt merchant's shop. They sell refined salt for one hundred yuan per catty."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned, "One hundred coins per catty? Are you serious?"

The others nodded silently, not daring to speak, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

It can be seen that the pressure of Confucian scholars is great.

"My eldest grandson's family controls the salt and iron business for the sake of Datang, and now there are people who don't know good and bad. Everyone, what do you think?"

It turned out that this person was from the eldest grandson's family.

"Mr. Changsun, we are all businessmen. If not, we all rely on the husband to have an acre of land. This matter has a lot to do with it. We dare not talk nonsense."

Changsun Wuyou, brother of Changsun Wuji, a true Confucian merchant, to put it bluntly, he is Changsun Wuji's spokesperson among the salt and iron merchants.

Do everyone respect Changsun Wuyou?That's not true, the key is that no one else can sit in this position.

Changsun Wuji asked people to sit here, as if he had come in person.

The Duke of the Tang Dynasty, the elder brother of the Empress, and the uncle of the Duke of the Tang Dynasty, can make these businessmen go bankrupt with just a flick of their fingers.

"The shopkeeper of that shop is called Liang Sidao. His background is unknown. It can be seen that the menacing force is coming. One hundred cents a catty of refined salt also makes a lot of money. When this price appears, I realize that there is a serious problem."

The businessman said cautiously.

Changsun Wuyou looked calm, and he also knew that behind the refined salt, the interests were intricate. It can be said that from the beginning of the refined salt mining to the final sale, the layers of interests had long been divided up by key figures in the court. The final profit went to the Datang treasury. One out of ten.

The relationship formed by interests is difficult to break.

"Have you thought about lowering the price?"

Changsun Wuyou said lightly.

The salt merchant on the side suddenly exploded: "Sir, the price of refined salt is two hundred yuan a catty now, which is already the lowest price. If the price continues to drop, we will have no profit."

"Yeah, even though two hundred Wen is considered an extremely high price, but you also know that no one will let us make this money for nothing. After all the management, no matter whether it is the six ministries or the officials in charge, there is a lot of money. , in the hands of our salt merchants, the profit is the same as that of ordinary coarse salt."

"Sir, if we lower the price, will those people agree?"

The eldest grandson Wuyou nodded, "That's true, since this is the case, I have a plan."

Changsun Wuji's brother is naturally not a good brother, when everyone is talking about it, Changsun Wuyou has already figured out a way.