Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

After saying this, Song Qingyuan got up to leave without waiting for a reply.

Before leaving, I did not forget to drink the last sip of milk tea in the cup.

In the fields outside the city, sowing began half a month ago.With the nourishment of sunshine and rain, the soybeans that were planted gradually grew tender seedlings of five or six inches.

Song Qingyuan happened to pass by on his way to Yanfang, and this was what he saw.The vast farmland is carefully maintained, showing lush greenery.

From winter to spring, people, like plants, are slowly getting better.

The wind blowing head-on carried the slight moisture after the rain, mixed with the freshness of bean sprouts.Song Qingyuan got off his horse and stood by the field for a while before leaving.

Whoever sees this scene will be infected by this vibrant green.

After arriving at the salt workshop, Song Qingyuan was in a much better mood than before. He even had a smile on his face when talking to those nobles who wanted to do salt business.

But it's okay to be in a good mood, when it's time to trick someone, he is not relentless at all.

That day, he had just left Mobei King's palace within five steps when he was stopped by Lian Ti who was chasing him out.

Even what he said was in line with his recent personality setting that he would never waste a little effort if he could be a little lazy, and he handed over the matter to Song Qingyuan without a moment's hesitation.

It is also thanks to Lian Ti's almost unanimous presence in Mobei, which made this move less disputed.

After all, it has not been many years since the reunification of Mobei, and the official system is naturally not very perfect.

If this kind of thing were to be placed in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, he would be regarded as a fatuous and immoral king even if he even mentioned it. He would also receive deadly advice from more than a dozen ministers, and even Song Qingyuan would have to be scolded for authoritarianism.

The courtier Song Qingyuan, who was about to lose power, invited more than a dozen well-dressed nobles waiting at the door into the workshop.

In a wing room specially used for talks, he watched with cold eyes the people who came in gave dozens of speeches on the topic of "Ten Benefits of Selling Salt to Them" in his ears.

During this period, Song Qingyuan drank a cup of plum cheese and ate three pieces of red bean cake, but he didn't say a single useful word.

The person who spoke also discovered in the past few days of dealing with Song Qingyuan that the other party was not as simple as he imagined, and was even more difficult to deal with than the one on the throne.

In front of Lian Ti, they were at most a little scared.But when they faced Song Qingyuan, they were like punching cotton. No matter what method they used, the other party remained motionless.

They endured this powerless and helpless grievance for a few days, seeing that it was impossible to take advantage of Song Qingyuan's place, they;

He had no choice but to speak helplessly: "Please express clearly, Your Highness, what exactly do you need to buy salt for us?"

Finally can't take it anymore?

Song Qingyuan raised his eyes to see the other party's expression, picked up the handkerchief and wiped the pastry crumbs that did not exist on his fingertips in a leisurely manner, and said: "A few conditions, if you agree, you can go to the warehouse to get salt tomorrow. If you don't agree... then forget it."

The conditions he put forward include but are not limited to: no monopoly in the business of selling salt; allowing anyone to operate in their respective tribes; the price of salt should not be higher than the price he proposed;

Once they violate the determination, they will be permanently disqualified from selling salt here.

The few people on the opposite side are all prominent figures from various tribes, and they are usually used to being flattered.A few days of humiliation here at Song Qingyuan's place had already approached their limit, but they never expected that each of Song Qingyuan's requests would be more tricky than the last.

A few people with a bad temper couldn't help standing up.

He was about to get angry in the next second.But facing the price which was three cents lower than the salt on the market, these people took a few breaths and sat down again.

After calming down, some perceptive people have already discovered the unfinished meaning of Song Qingyuan's words.

These people looked up at Song Qingyuan at the same time, and sure enough, seeing the other party playing with the jade pendant in his hand, he casually said: "Since it is a business, we must pay attention to the word "fairness".I won't let you suffer, I don't care where you sell the salt after you sell it, and I don't care who you sell it to. "

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned their heads and began to discuss in low voices with the acquaintances.

They just noticed that Song Qingyuan said that he was forbidden to monopolize the business. They thought that if other merchants came to their tribe to sell salt, their own interests would be affected, but they completely forgot that this also meant that they could also buy salt from other places. up.

The people sitting in the room had different thoughts, and suddenly someone said: "Your Highness said that the price of salt should not be higher than your price. Does it mean that it is in Mobei or anywhere?"

"Look at what you said, can I still take care of the affairs of other countries?"

Song Qingyuan propped his elbows on the supporting pillow, and turned his head to look at the other party.Looking at his expression, he couldn't guess what he was thinking at all.

What he said was very interesting.

First of all, I mentioned that they could send the salt sellers elsewhere, and said that the price they set was only applicable in Mobei.Isn't this just telling them that they can go to the Southern Zhou Dynasty to sell private salt?

Now, even the most stupid person can understand Song Qingyuan's plan.

They were secretly selling salt from Nan Zhou one second ago, and they were going to sell salt to Nan Zhou the next second?

How could such an outrageous thing happen?

Everyone's faces are a bit complicated, and they really didn't expect things to develop in this direction.

Naturally, not everyone has the guts to talk about selling private salt.But I didn't dare to do it before because of the strict government management.

Take the Southern Zhou people who did business with them in private. After being discovered, they were accused of selling illegal salt and collaborating with the enemy.

But because of the huge profits, no matter how strict the law is, some people will not be able to resist taking risks.

Song Qingyuan's words directly wiped out the danger of them selling illegal salt.

Everyone still couldn't figure out the deep meaning behind Song Qingyuan's move, but the benefits in front of them were real.

In the face of huge interests, few people can maintain rational thinking.

Sure enough, as Song Qingyuan expected, everyone quickly and conveniently signed an agreement with him after whispering.

Transporting salt from Wang Ting to all parts of Mobei will inevitably increase the transportation cost of those tribes far away from Wang Ting due to distance problems.

Merchants seek profit, and when goods are allowed to circulate freely, they will subconsciously give up places with little profit.

The leaders of these tribes could organize official caravans to sell salt, but Song Qingyuan did not dare to entrust the livelihood of the people to the ruler's conscience.

For this part of the area, he planned to form a caravan by himself to be responsible for this area of ​​business.

Song Qingyuan also mentioned this matter to the nobles of several tribes just now.

As he expected, these people did not feel that this move would pose a threat to themselves, allowing the salt supply of an entire tribe to be controlled by others.

Or even if they are aware of it, they won't care.

After all, building a caravan cost a lot of money. Now that someone volunteered to help them save this part of the expenses, they secretly thanked that it was too late!

And among these people who praised Song Qingyuan's benevolence and righteousness on the surface, but secretly had fun behind their backs, there were a few young masters of various tribes.

When the tribe is handed over to these people in the future, the tribe may be finished.

Song Qingyuan ordered someone to take them to the warehouse to look at the salt, while supporting his head and worrying about the future of Mobei.

It seems that the royal court's control over the tribes must be strengthened as soon as possible, otherwise Mobei will destroy the country sooner or later by relying on this kind of idiot who manages the affairs of a whole tribe without any study.

Others have to have dozens of teachers to teach them the art of emperors when they are young.Even if it is mentioned back then, he learned the method of cavalry and archery to command troops for many years beside many famous generals who have experienced many battles.Regarding state affairs, even mentioning them is just laziness rather than inability to deal with them.

But according to Song Qingyuan's understanding, the young masters of the various tribes are completely free-range, and some are even so poor that even many dudes in Huijing are better than them.

Putting the people's livelihood in the hands of such a person, forgive him for disagreeing.

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The salt workshop built by Song Qingyuan occupies a large area of ​​Zhuangzi.

Because the process of producing salt must be strictly kept secret, there are soldiers strictly guarding the vicinity of Zhuangzi on weekdays. Except for the delivery of raw materials, people inside are not allowed to leave at will.

Needless to say, the person who made the salt.They were all slaves, and they were all alone, and could live anywhere.In other places, there is not such a good treatment here.

Song Qingyuan followed the standard eight-hour working system for them.Their food and housing are even better than those of ordinary people.

Although they were treated the same as other hired civilians, Song Qingyuan ordered someone to block them in order to prevent leaks.

The salt-making workshop is in the middle of Zhuangzi, and there are special roads for sending salt crystals in and transporting table salt out, which completely eliminates the possibility of someone wanting to fish in troubled waters.

When Zhuangzi started construction, Song Qingyuan planned it according to the industrial park of later generations.

Inside, every house, every plant, every tree is neat and beautiful while maximizing efficiency.

When Song Qingyuan's subordinates led the future partners of each tribe to the warehouse, they also politely took them to visit several nearby places.

When they first came, Zhuangzi was not fully built.Sand, gravel and logs were all piled up on the ground, which looked messy, so they couldn't notice anything unusual.

The author says:

The classic excuse even mentioned: I know how to do it, but I am just lazy.