Tie Niao Fei spread his hands: "Don't worry, Mr. Xing. I copied this memorial. I didn't dare to touch the original text and asked him to send it to the court. I, Tie Niao Fei of Hedong, am also from Shanxi. I don't want to ruin Shanxi." A human lifeline.
Xing Honglang lowered his raised fist again and sighed: "Well, even if this memorial is sent up, it is unlikely that the imperial court will distribute relief grains to Shanxi. Shaanxi has been in trouble for so many years, and I don’t see any relief measures from the imperial court, let alone Shanxi.”
Tie Niaofei frowned: "If the court doesn't save... then..."
Xing Honglang: "If the court doesn't save you, then save yourself. You are a fucking salt lord. You haven't abided by the rules set by the court for a few days. Why are you looking forward to the court now?"
Tie Niao Fei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Master Xing, this is a matter of concern to millions of people in Shanxi. How can I, Tie Niao Fei, be saved? Look, if you hadn't come just now, I would have been hacked to death by the bandits here." At the pier, with my strength, who can be saved? Of course we can only rely on the court for this kind of thing."
"If you don't have enough strength, why don't you contribute?" Shanxi can naturally be saved."
Tie Niao Fei: "It sounds nice to say it, but I really want to do it, but..."
Xing Honglang turned her head and shouted to her forty-two subordinates: "Go to the ship and push the grain cart down."
Tie Niao Fei: "What? Food?"
As soon as he heard the word grain, Tie Niofei's eyes seemed to flash with the color of copper coins.
Xing Honglang's men returned to the boat, built a long board, and then pushed more than a dozen carts of grain from the boat and placed them on the river beach.
As soon as the grain truck was put out, it was so obedient that everyone on the dock looked over, saluted with their eyes, and almost stretched out their hands.
Xing Honglang: "This Shanxi, I can save you."
Tie Niao Fei: "What's the price of these grains?"
Xing Honglang kicked him into the water: "Damn it! Just ask for the price."
Tie Niofei emerged from the water: "Master Xing, it's unreasonable to hit me this time. Don't give me this thing for free. I don't dare to take it. You have to give me a price before I dare to take it. come over."
Having said this, he turned to the large group of industrial and commercial people on the pier and said to Xing Honglang's old acquaintances: "Do you think so?"
The group of people's opinions were surprisingly unanimous, and they nodded together: "Yes!"
Xing Honglang thought about it carefully and realized that it was right. The benefits of collecting money far outweighed not charging any money: "Tie Niofei, please come up with the quotation."
Tie Niao Fei: "Four hundred coins per bucket! How about that?"
One stone is more than one hundred kilograms, and one stone is equal to ten dou, which means one dou is almost ten kilograms. Tie Niao Fei's price is roughly equivalent to more than thirty cents per kilogram.
Xing Honglang quickly calculated in his mind that Tie Niao Fei dared to take over at this price, which means that the price of grain in Shanxi has risen to at least seven or eight hundred cents per dou. Although it is not even close to the thousand cents per dou in Shaanxi, it is It’s not much different, which shows that the drought here in Shanxi is also very serious.
In addition, the imperial court has always had an ostrich policy. When there was a thief in Shaanxi, they banned the transportation of grain into Shaanxi. Now that there is a thief in Shanxi, the government will definitely prohibit the transportation of grain into Shanxi. If this continues, the price of food will definitely increase.
The people of Shanxi have almost caught up with the people of Shaanxi on their miserable road!
The current retail price of grain in Gaojia Village is seven cents per catty, which is many times happier than the people of Shanxi.
Xing Honglang rolled his eyes: "Tie Niofei, at this juncture, can you make less money in business?
"Yes, of course I can." Tie Niofei said: "Master Xing saved my life just now. Of course it's okay for me to make less. In that case, I'll pay you six hundred cents per dou."
Xing Honglang's voice rose an octave: "When I say make less money, I don't mean to ask you to increase the purchase price from me, but to lower the selling price to the common people."
Tie Niaofei was stunned for a moment, and finally understood. He sighed and gave a big gift to Xing Hong: "Master Xing is also a salt owl. My temperament is far inferior to yours. I understand, Xing I sell all the goods given to me by the boss to the common people at a price of 600 cash."
"That's about the same." Xing Honglang knew that 600 yuan per bucket was still very expensive, which was roughly equivalent to the retail price of about 50 yuan per pound. It was still difficult for ordinary people to eat such food, but she couldn't directly use high-quality food now. Home sold at village price.
If you sell it at too low a price, it will only be bought in large quantities by one person, and then hoarded, or resold countless times. In the end, it will still be sold at a sky-high price in the hands of ordinary people.
Only by raising the price to a position slightly lower than the market price can we ensure that no one hoards and resells multiple times, so that more people can buy it.
Xing Honglang said: "Do you know why I gave the goods to you?"
Tie Niaofei was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and suddenly understood: "I have the ability to run around with goods."
Xing Honglang: "That's right! Since there's war and chaos outside, ordinary merchants can't transport goods. Now we can only rely on people like you. If you dodge the main force of rogue bandits, you can deliver these goods to every village." Town, sell it directly to the people. You can make a little, but don’t make too much, just do your part to save your hometown.”
Tie Niaofei showed an embarrassed look on his face: "I used to hide from the officers and soldiers to sell salt, but now I have to hide from the bandits to sell grain. It's really, alas..."
Xing Honglang took two carts of grain and sold them on the spot to the industrialists, fishermen, and farmers on the dock. The rest of the grain was handed over to Tie Niaofei: "Come back to the dock as soon as possible after selling. I will think about it later." Find a way to get some grain. From now on, we will jointly deliver the goods at this dock and try to sell as much grain as possible to Shanxi. The court will not help the poor, but we must be saved."
Tie Niofei crossed his fists and said, "Okay!"
Seeing that Xing Honglang and his group were planning to return to the ship, his eyes caught up with the big ship. He looked left and right to see how he liked it: "Master Xing, please give me a price for this ship."
Xing Honglang raised his fist as big as a bowl.
The main guns on the ship's bow turned and were pointed at him.
Tie Niofei was startled and quickly shrank back and hid.
Seeing that the ship was about to set sail, Xing Honglang thought about something again, turned around and shouted to Tie Niao Fei: "Next time we join, bring more salt. I want salt, a lot of salt."
It turned out that before her trip, Thirty-Two came to her specifically and asked her to help get some salt back. Salt is one of the important materials for making alkali, and Puzhou, Shanxi is the hometown of private salt dealers. Xing Honglang came this time , and is also responsible for opening up channels for purchasing chemical raw materials.
Tie Niaofei smiled: "That's right. We have to sell salt to be consistent with our original status. What kind of salt lord is it just selling grain? It made me think that I was almost turning into a fool."
After saying that, something suddenly occurred to him, and he shouted at the top of his lungs at the departing ship: "Master Xing, please give me a price for the salt you want!"
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