It's not easy to buy a house in Chang'an City because there are all kinds of things, but it's not difficult to rent a house or a house.
As long as you are registered at the government level and enter the market, and pay the market rent, you can then set up a stall or rent a "store" or "dishe".
'Lie Si' is similar to a small stall, with only a few square meters of space, but it is located in a busy city, where you can set up stalls to sell some commonly used items.
"Dishe" is a warehouse, such as inns and guesthouses, which also belong to the "Dishe" category. Most of the "Dishes" face the street and have independent buildings.
The former is cheap and suitable for flexible employment, while the latter is required for business to a certain extent.
The demand during the start-up period was obviously not high, so Zhang Xuezhou paid 500 and a half taels for a two-year lease.
"My few stones of millet and rice can't be sold for five hundred and a half taels even if they've doubled!"
Xu Yuan led his donkey and took two stones of dried millet into the city, and then entered this place called "Brother Sanhao Grain Store".
"Don't think about the few stones of millet you have. There are other people selling millet." Zhang Xuezhou said: "When we see those selling grain in bulk, we collect them and sell them in the shop. It's okay to add an extra dollar to earn some resale fees." It’s not a loss, it saves them trouble and we have something to do!”
You don’t have to worry too much about the millet you eat, but you have to choose the millet used for seeding.
Xu Yuan had extremely high requirements for the seeds to be used for sowing, and Zhang Xuezhou allowed him to slowly select them.
At the moment, they have to worry about one and a half taels, but as long as this business can be expanded, they will not only have people help with the work, but also have a steady stream of money and property.
If it fails, Zhang Xuezhou will lose half of his money.
He now has more than ten taels of gold and thirty taels of silver. Although it is not enough, he has no pressure at all to start a small business.
"Cousin, someone down there in the south picked up two loads of millet, which cost about two dan. He asked for twenty dollars!"
Zhang Xuezhou was chatting nonsense, while Xu Yuan was busy sorting out millet seeds and displaying normal millet for sale.
After a while, Rong Tianding, who was out running the market, came back.
"The price is not bad," Zhang Xuezhou said, "As long as it dries out, we can accept it!"
"It's not a matter of collection," Rong Tianding said in a low voice: "The ones in the south sell millet for twenty yuan, but I see someone in the north sells millet for two stones for twenty-five yuan, and the price in the store is fourteen yuan." One and a half liang and one stone of millet rice.”
"It seems there is a price difference. Are there many people selling millet in the south?"
"There are seven or eight people selling it now, and they all cost one stone, ten and a half taels!"
"Look, the money is coming!"
Zhang Xuezhou spread his hands to signal.
Grain has a rough market price, but this price fluctuates with the market. It is normal for some farmers who come to the city to say that the price is high or that it is low.
One price south of the market and another price north of the market is an everyday occurrence.
The farmer is not a market researcher, and he is not suitable for wandering around with a load of more than 200 kilograms, which results in a certain price difference.
And buyers can't figure out whether the price is cheaper in the north or the south today. When they are in urgent need, they often choose the nearest one.
Zhang Xuezhou urged a few times, and Rong Tianding then took Xu Yuan to collect the food.
At this time, it is the autumn harvest season, there are more people selling and buying grain, and business is also very good.
They collected the bulk grain and sorted it out, most likely selling it on the same day, and they did not stockpile grain in the stores.
This is a bit similar to Zhang Xuezhou's exotic beast business, except that the type has been changed.
It is not illegal to do this kind of thing, and it does not violate any laws of the Han Dynasty. There is even no tax for this kind of bulk selling.
"If the transfer is successful, we will have a net income of thirty to forty and a half taels in one day. The cost of renting the store will be recovered in ten days. It will not be a problem to feed the three of us!"
If you stay in the cheapest store and eat the simplest food, the income from reselling is enough for three people to live.
There are more than seven or eight people doing business in the East Market and West Market. If Rong Tianding wanders around and finds more business information, his income will obviously increase.
Once a few more people are hired, their efficiency will be further improved.
"I wonder if no one has broken an arm or leg recently?"
Making money in a business these days is only a small business, and people can't make a fortune even if they don't starve to death.
Zhang Xuezhou thought about some of the old clients he had treated and then thought about his stable luck. He finally got rid of the idea of making quick money from his mind.
His goal has always been clear, to become an official and become a "giver".
Only by riding on the east wind of the Han Dynasty could he be able to do things boldly and confidently, and not be afraid of making quick money.
This is the biggest feeling he has experienced after many encounters in recent years. As long as he falls into the concept of belief in luck and luck, he will obviously stick to this concept until he satisfies this need.
The existence of 'Yunshu' also supports this concept.
"Boss, where are your twelve and a half taels of millet for one stone?"
Rong Tianding and Xu Yuan collected grain, while Zhang Xuezhou looked after the store.
When he was thinking about the various aspects of luck, he heard a clear voice. He raised his head and saw a young man outside the building asking questions.
"How much do you want?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"I'll take as much as you can!" the young man said with a smile.
He casually touched his waist and took out a long string of half a tael of money.
"I've taken over your business. Sit here for a while. I've already asked the guys to go get food. As long as you have money, you can take away as much as you want!"
Zhang Xuezhou smiled happily.
Before they could stand in the West Market shouting and selling millet, customers came to buy grain.
This young man is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his tone is not young.
But with the other party's string of half a tael of money as a base, let alone the other party being fifteen or sixteen years old, even if the other party was five or six years old, Zhang Xuezhou would still have to do this business today.
He moved a stool and asked the young man to enter the stall and wait for a while.
When it comes to passing the time with small talk, Zhang Xuezhou is a professional.
After a while, he found out something about the young man's situation.
"Brother Hongyang, I don't see that you are still the person responsible for purchasing food. Your daily needs are quite large," Zhang Xuezhou said with a smile.
"It's just one or two hundred stones, and it's enough to pull a carriage!"
The young man's name was Sang Hongyang, the mulberry of the mulberry tree, not the merchant of Shang.
But the other party likes to do these transactions.
Zhang Xuezhou and Sang Hongyang talked several times and found that the other party was extremely good at calculations, but the other party was also extremely taboo about discussing issues such as family background and place of residence.
This made Zhang Xuezhou quickly turn the topic to arithmetic.
"Today there is something whose number I don't know. When I count three or three, there are two left. When I count five or five, there are three left. When I count seven or seven, there are two left. What is the geometry of the object?"
Zhang Xuezhou asked several questions in succession, which also aroused Sang Hongyang's great interest. He felt that this millet seller was sloppy in his business, but he was very good at asking questions.
He answered a few questions in succession, and when there was a sound outside the shop, he looked at the two young men who were carrying the load and pulling the donkey.
"We have sold the millet. This brother Hongyang needs one hundred to two hundred stones every day. As long as it is twelve and a half taels per stone, he will take it all!"
Before Rong Tianding could gasp and ask, Zhang Xuezhou immediately directed the buyer.
"My money is here, my carriage is there, as long as you have the goods, don't be afraid that I have no money!"
Sang Hongyang took out the money bag and pointed to an old cart pulling horse standing in a corner more than a hundred meters away.
Everyone weighed the scales, and then all the millet that had not yet been selected was sent over.
When he got the money, Xu Yuan still had a bit of disbelief on his face.
They only ran a mile and already made a net profit of twenty and a half taels.
And this kind of thing can be done at least twice today.
The key is that this kind of business is long-term. Sang Hongyang seems to be extremely interested in Zhang Xuezhou. He has already sought long-term cooperation in Gesanhao Grain and Materials Store, and even has the intention to expand acquisitions.
(End of chapter)
