Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

"Let's open another Royal Sugar Shop in the capital, a bigger one, and use it as the head office. How about moving the sugar production bureau there as well? I want the price of sugar to be slightly lower."

Zhang Xin saw the candy left by Princess Baoqing out of the corner of her eye and remembered something else.

In the Baotangfang in the capital, one tael of white sugar is sold for one tael of silver, and rock sugar is even more expensive.

This price was set by Zhu Gaochi. Although Zhang Xin felt it was a bit high, what Zhu Gaochi said made sense. Some things, when sold to important people, should be marked with a high price.

If poor people want to eat something sweet, they can buy maltose on the street. They don't have to use white sugar.

However, if it were to be opened in the capital, the number of rich people there would be far less than that in the capital, and the difference in their wealth would be even greater.

"If it doesn't go down, we'd rather have fewer sugar bureaus than go down."

Zhu Gaochi shook his head.

"I always feel that the people of Beijing have helped us a lot, and I am embarrassed to sell them sugar at a high price. Also, I want to lead people north."

Zhang Xin has been thinking about this matter for a few days.

This white sugar is really expensive, but compared to the selling price, the cost is so low that it can be ignored.

As royal family members, they could even demand tribute from the sugarcane producing areas without spending a penny.

She didn't feel anything about selling it to these people in the capital.

But as for the ones in Beijing, well, she wants to be partial.

Being biased in terms of price is one thing.

She also wants more merchants to bring more goods from all over the country to the north.

When I returned to the capital again and often went out of the palace for work, I realized more deeply that there was a lack of everything in Yan. No matter what we looked at, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, it could not compare with the capital.

They are all citizens of the Ming Dynasty. Those guarding the border are in danger of losing their lives at any time, while those in the hinterland are living a life of luxury and debauchery. She can't stand it.

In her previous life, until her death, the lives of ordinary people in the capital were not as good as those of ordinary people in the capital now. The difference was too great.

"Hey, north? I didn't think of that." Zhu Gaochi touched his nose and felt ashamed, and asked again, "Then how much lower do you want to go? If it's not low enough, the merchants will also take this into account if it's so far away."

"For single sales, the capital can give a discount, and the specific amount will be discussed by the manager. For large-scale sales, both capitals can make reservations, and the goods can only be picked up in the capital, and the price can be 20% to 30% lower."

Zhang Xin has a plan for bulk transactions, and retail sales and purchases are just a small matter.

"That's feasible. As long as you're going to pick up the goods, there's no reason to go with an empty truck."

Zhu Gaochi also worshipped his own wife.

"I also want to start a Treasure House in the capital. I won't do anything else there, just the business of making jade windows. A few days ago, I replaced all the windows in Dad's study with double-layer hollow jade windows. It's much warmer now. The rich families in the north will definitely want it."

Zhang Xin continued.

"Why not just take it out and open a Yulinfang? Northerners will buy it if it's practical and useful."

Zhu Gaochi proposed.

"I don't think so. For the time being, our family can just keep the two sources of income from Zhenbaofang and Baotangfang. Qinlin is just one of the items in Zhenbaofang."

Zhang Xin shook her head in rejection.

"Okay, you decide."

Zhu Gaochi thought about it and nodded, asking Zhang Xin to do it according to her idea.

These two royal shops were opened under the pressure of impeachment by court officials.

The royal family took the lead in doing business and competing with the people for profit. How terrible it was! The coffin of the royal grandfather who hated businessmen the most must have soared into the sky.

There was a tall pile of impeachment memorials on Zhu Di's desk.

But everyone knows that Zhu Di is unreasonable.

It's still the kind of unreasonable thing where they can throw people into jail, exile them, confiscate their property, exterminate their clans, and then if they feel bad about it, they can dig up their corpses and whip their bodies.

No one dared to pursue Zhu Di for results.

After much delay, both shops are now firmly established.

There are fewer people using this as an excuse, so there is no need to create another forum and bring up a bunch of impeachments. By then, the pressure will not be on his father, but on him. His father is a professional black-cop, so what can he do?

The less trouble, the better.

Zhu Gaochi, who has been retrained, has gained some new insights from his recent readings.

Among the four classes of scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, merchants have always been ranked last. He has always felt that doing business is lowly. His royal grandfather hated merchants and thought they were rich but unkind.

But if a country has no businessmen, how can this thing circulate and how can money make money?

After these years, looking back at those books, he felt that he was narrow-minded.

Court officials tried to control the government, but in the final analysis, it was money that was at work. With money, they wanted power, and with power they could get more money.

This seems to be a vicious cycle, but if used well, it can be a powerful tool for enriching the country and strengthening the military.

Besides, the money is in the hands of no one else but yourself. There is no reason to let those people in Jiangnan make more money.

The Royals must go.

He has also watched Zhang Xin's actions over the years.

If it weren't for the money he got from the previous voyage, his father might still be struggling to raise money and food.

Although the military heroes supported his father, they had to keep it to themselves. There was absolutely no way that the Jingnan Campaign would go smoothly.

It is possible that his father is not attacking Annan at this time, but attacking the capital.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaochi stood up and packed up the things on his desk. It was time for him to go outside the palace for class.

My father-in-law’s lesson.

It is a hundred times more practical than those classes in the palace.

It was also a lesson about the life of the most junior officials at the bottom of the court, which he had only had sporadic knowledge of, or even knew nothing about.

"You should drink less. My dad can't get drunk. You can't keep him company."

Zhang Xin knew where Zhu Gaochi was going and reminded him.

"Okay, I promise not to drink."

Zhu Gaochi solemnly promised.

He fell into a deep sleep yesterday, so he definitely won’t be fooled today!

Qian Er said that he was drunk and held his father-in-law's hand and sang - Zhang Dahua is so cute! So cute!