Zhu Youjian: Taizu has an order! kill!

Have a mission?

The businessman below suddenly became curious when he heard this.

It seems that the only one with a mission right now is Nanyang, which is to purchase grain.

But Mongolia itself is short of food. What does the court want to purchase?

mutton?

Their salt trade is just for cattle and sheep, there is no need to open a separate one.

"The acquisition mission this time is wool."

"The imperial court will purchase it at the price of one penny per pound."

"But there are regulations. When you go to purchase goods, the price cannot be less than fifty cents per hundred catties."

"No need to ask for specific reasons, just do as you are told."

"If I know who dares to buy wool for less than fifty cents per hundred catties and sell it to the court, I will give him a [-]% discount on his tax!"

"Understand?"

Guo Yunhou quickly told everyone about the wool purchase.

As soon as he said this, the businessmen below exploded instantly!

"How much? One penny per pound?"

"Good guy, that wool is thrown away in Mongolia."

"Earn fifty cents for every one hundred catties? Hiss..."

"Why do you buy wool? What's the use of that thing?"

The businessmen whispered to each other in confusion.

They really didn't expect that the imperial court would actually buy this thing.

And the price is so high!

"Okay, stop asking."

"You all know that I have deposited 1000 million taels in order to purchase this wool in the long term."

"So if you want to make a little money, hurry up and prepare."

Seeing that everyone below was confused, Guo Yunhou smiled and did not explain.

Even these businessmen find it incredible. I believe those Mongolians will never be able to bear this temptation.

After saying that, Guo Yunhou ignored them and left the hall.

Seeing that Guo Yunhou had no intention of explaining, the businessmen were wise and did not continue to pester him.

Although I don’t know why the imperial court wanted to purchase wool.

But as long as they make money, they don't care.

Soon, some businessmen began to recalculate the carrying capacity of the caravan.

The yield of this wool is not low, and the transportation distance is very short. It only needs to be hauled from Mongolia to Datong.

Great for making a buck along the way.

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The next day.

It was just dawn.

Datong City is already brightly lit.

In the city, countless caravans loaded with goods have already been prepared, waiting for the city gate to open to go to the mutual market.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Several dull bells rang at the city gate.

Switch on!

"crunch..."

The bell rang and the thick city gate slowly opened.

The leaders of dozens of caravans quickly shouted and walked towards the exit in an orderly manner.

Their destination was a plain five kilometers away.

There, Tianxiong Army had helped them repair a simple trading place.

The surrounding Mongolian tribes also received the invitation and promised not to attack the caravan.

To be honest, those tribes still can't believe that the Ming Dynasty actually chose to open mutual markets after they fully surrendered to Huang Taiji.

Simply a surprise!

Let alone them, Huang Taiji chose to turn a blind eye to this matter.

After all, the Qing Dynasty was very short of salt.

"Commander, do you think the Ming Dynasty will really sell us salt?"

"Could it be a scam?"

In the distance, on a hillside ten kilometers away.

Also waiting were a large number of Mongolian people.

Most of them were driving their sheep, looking at the brightly lit market in the distance with very uneasy expressions.

It is said to be a market, but it is actually a huge circular area surrounded by wooden stakes.

Tianxiong Army has a total of 5000 people stationed here, specifically responsible for the security of the mutual market.

The person speaking at this time was a young man from a small tribe.

He was looking at his father with questions in his eyes.

According to the common thinking on the grassland, even if the war starts, these strategic materials will not be sold to the enemy under any circumstances.

This Ming Dynasty's brain circuit is really hard to understand.

"probably not."

"Then the people of the Ming Dynasty can't just go out and camp outside with nothing to do."

"just wait..."

The leader of the small tribe, who was also confused, shook his head and let out a breath.

You ask me who am I asking?

Although they don’t know what the Ming Dynasty is going to do, they have no ability to resist salt and satin porcelain.

"Head, caravan!"

"So many caravans!"

Just as the father and son were talking in low voices, a tribal warrior suddenly pointed forward and shouted.

The leader quickly looked in the direction.

really!

Behind the exchange market, an endless stream of caravans were coming quickly.

"It's really here..."

"Let the notice go down and let everyone in the clan be prepared."

"Just follow what the Ming Dynasty said, and remove all weapons."

"Driving the cattle and sheep closer slowly."

Seeing that the caravan had actually arrived, the leader touched his chin and did not dare to delay, and quickly gave the order.

According to the rules set by the Ming Dynasty, neither Ming merchants nor Mongolian tribes were allowed to bring weapons into the market.

Naturally, this rule was rejected at first, but the Ming Dynasty’s sentence of whether to buy or not made all the rejections extremely funny.

In the end, everyone could only hold their noses and agree.

By the time these Mongolians actually entered the market, it was already an hour later.

The Mongolians who had been waiting impatiently for a long time were dazzled by the dazzling merchandise all around them as soon as they stepped in here.

This market is extremely huge, with each merchant having a minimum space of more than 1000 square meters.

In addition to salt, porcelain, silk, etc., there are also various small folk commodities.

In just the past few months, the Ming Royal Commercial Bank has attracted nearly forty or fifty merchants to join.

These people don't have much assets and can't get any guidance, but they also have their own channels.

Anyway, business tax is charged based on the money earned, and those who earn less will pay less.

"Come and take a look, the best snow salt is sold at low prices!"

"Jiangnan leather, quality assurance, a symbol of status!"

“Excellent Suzhou embroidery, limited quantity, first come first served!”

"Collect cattle and sheep, bring price! Come quickly!"

The lively shouting made the people on the grassland a little at a loss.

They have never seen such a posture before and have no experience in dealing with it.

Soon I was fooled into going to the store by the waiters who were trying to get people.

No, the leader of the small clan was also taken to a certain shop.

I looked up at the signboard of "Song's Salt Shop" and couldn't help tightening my wallet.

"Yo, the distinguished guest is here."

"The younger one is Song Xiaoer, the shopkeeper of Song's Salt Shop."

"I don't know what this man wants."

The store manager, who was instructing his subordinates to move items, immediately rubbed his hands and took a step forward when he saw the customers coming.

A spoken Manchu that was not very standard brought us closer in an instant.

"I'm Herta."

"Are you selling salt?"

"Can I take a look?"

Herta looked at the enthusiastic store manager and asked with some restraint.

When he came, the elders of the clan had warned him that the businessmen of the Ming Dynasty were very cunning, and he had to be very alert when doing business with them.

A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, we only sell salt for now."

"Take a look, the salt just arrived is very good."

"Guaranteed to satisfy you."

Song Xiaoer didn't seem to see the vigilance in Herta's eyes.

He nodded with a smile and opened the bag in front of him.

Show the salt inside!

Herta took a closer look and was stunned for an instant!

This...

Is this salt? !