Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

The shops of ten salt merchants started at the same time, and the whole Chang'an boiled.

The people in Chang'an have never seen such cheap refined salt, which is only one hundred yuan per catty, and coarse salt is not unacceptable.

Keen readers seemed to sense the change in the atmosphere. When they were sitting in the restaurant in Pingkangfang, someone had already started talking.

"Brother, although I am not talented, my family has been in business for many years. This is the first time that such a thing has happened. Maybe Datang is going to attack the salt merchants."

The young man on the side raised his glass: "Brother Gao speaks, I will naturally be convinced. Come on, let's raise our glasses together and respect Brother Gao."

The scholar sighed: "Everyone, don't respect me. I don't know who proposed this move. It is simply the best strategy in the world. The refined salt of a hundred Wen, the past and the present, His Majesty the Tang Dynasty, are really thinking about the people of the world." ah."

"Brother Gao, I really don't understand how to say this."

"Since everyone thinks highly of Gao Mou, Gao Mou will say a few words here. Don't be disgusted with such vile words."

"Hey, brother Gao is so tall that I can't reach it. This year's champion is none other than Brother Gao."

The young man cupped his hands and said: "You may not know that the importance of salt and iron has always been in the hands of the king of a country, it goes without saying."

"Now there is salt and iron in Datang, but in terms of salt production, although there is a lot of crude salt, the supply is in short supply. In addition, this year's heavy snow has blocked roads, and I am afraid that the price of salt will rise."

"Coarse salt is like this, let alone refined salt?"

The young scholar on the side was a little puzzled: "Isn't that the best time for a businessman? Just take advantage of this opportunity to hoard and start making money?"

Gao Jin shook her head and sighed: "Everyone, you don't understand that if the merchants of the Tang Dynasty make money, the people of the Tang Dynasty must be miserable."

"In fact, Gao has always felt that there is a problem in this matter, but he always can't figure it out."

"Obviously, the more businessmen earn, the more places they can use. It stands to reason that workers and common people should live better and better. Therefore, this method is wrong."

"Everyone, the price of salt has risen today, and there is another one that insists on one hundred cents per catty, which shows that these salt merchants are risking being rejected by others."

"As for the salt, the interests involved behind it are extremely huge. If there is no one behind it, they will definitely not dare."

While the few people were talking, there were sneers on the tables upstairs.

"Empty talk is detrimental to the country, and a few scholars want to talk about the world. It's sad and lamentable!"

"Young master is right. These scholars know how to talk nonsense. How can there be such a good thing in this world? In my opinion, although the price of salt in Chang'an has improved, in the long run, fine salt is still unattainable. Kosher salt is also a problem."

"Hmph, but it's strange to say that each of these salt merchants earns so much money, why don't we go and patronize them one night? Damn, my ancestors also came from poor backgrounds, and I really hate being sucked by these people."

The crowd was silent.

"By the way, go and find Changsun Chong, Fang Yiai, and Niu Jianhu, hehe, I'm going to do a big one tonight."

"My lord, it's absolutely impossible."

"At that time, you will share [-]%."

"Oh? Young master, are you serious? Let's do it now!"

The salt merchants in Chang'an City always felt uneasy tonight, and opened ten different salt merchant shops at the same time during the day, each of which was fine salt, and each one was [-] Wen a catty. The extra money went to the backlog of goods.

"Today, 10 taels have already been paid today!"

"Everyone, do we have any extra money?"

The eldest grandson Wuyou smiled coldly: "Who said no, I still have 10 taels here!"

Ten thousand taels of silver, that's not a joke, even if there are 10 taels today, what about tomorrow?

At present, these shops are only in Chang'an, what if there are other places?
Once the salt merchants in the world want to make up the difference, can they bear it?

Drink poison to quench thirst.

Silent!

"I just want to know who did this!"

The eldest grandson Wuyou was very cold: "Throw out the salt in your hand as soon as possible, they should be almost done."

A merchant said cautiously: "Sir, we don't have any extra money now, if we grit our teeth and persist for a few days, what will they do?"

"Yes, the current situation is that our own salt cannot be sold."

Changsun Wuyou suddenly realized a problem, whether he had gotten into a big hole or not.

"Oops!" He had an ominous premonition.

When everyone was sitting in the warm pavilion, problems appeared in their respective homes.

In one of the largest salt merchants' homes in Chang'an, several servants hid early. Recently, the master had a bad temper and hid early to sleep.

On the wall not far in front of them, two shadows quietly appeared.

"Chumo, can you?"

"Chang Sun Chong, don't ask me, salt seems to be your family's business."

"Brother, it doesn't matter which company's business it is, it's all His Majesty's business. These people earn so much, they have to bleed. This is their warehouse. Let's search it carefully."

Cheng Chumo, Niu Jianhu, Fang Yiai, Changsun Chong, the four had no brains, and when they sneaked into the warehouse without a sound, they suddenly became dazed.

"So poor? What's the matter with them?"

"Brother, I didn't think about it either, isn't their warehouse here?"

Fang Yiai nodded at this moment: "Maybe, Jiutu Sanku, Brother Chumo, let's go to other places to see."

Cheng Chumo's eyes widened: "Let's move this box away first."

The recent salt merchants are having a hard time. The family property has almost been sold out, and they are counting on a big harvest in the future. As a result, they never expected that the already difficult situation was made worse by the behavior of a few young people.

One night, Chang'an seemed to be peaceful as usual, and no one noticed their existence.

From the homes of more than a dozen salt merchants, Cheng Chumo found less than 1 taels in total. Looking at their spoils, Cheng Chumo and others fell into deep thought.

"Where's their money?"

The eldest grandson Chong said abruptly, "Brother, I understand. Recently, they have been crazy about buying cheap fine salt, and I'm afraid they've spent all of it."

Chang Sun Chong thought of this situation. After all, fine salt used to be [-] Wen a catty, but now there are [-] Wen, even if it is not much, these people will rush to buy it, and then sell it for [-] Wen.

"That's not right, there are [-] Wen of salt already. Are these people stupid? They bought it and want to sell it at a high price?"

Cheng Chumo yelled: "Greedy enough, damn it, I've worked so hard, brothers, it's just over 1 taels, let's divide it up."

"Jianhu, go and share with those who patrolled last night, those from Dali Temple and those from bad people, don't be stingy."