"Futures trading medicinal materials, who proposed this proposal?"
After hearing about the purchase of medicinal herbs, Fang Fang could only say one harsh word.
Take ginseng, one of the three treasures in the white waters of the Black Mountains, as an example. The Ming people who controlled the main maritime trade routes also talked about eating habits. They collected everything they could for more than thirty years, and the price was controlled at about 30% of the transaction price, while the people of the Song Dynasty had no skin at all. For noodles, those under thirty years old are treated as weeds, those over thirty years old and less than sixty years old are sold as distribution, and those over sixty years old are all priced at a hundred taels, and those that are more than sixty years old are not available at all.
In the face of this kind of channel oppression, it would not work even if all the Jurchens were sold to Mingren, because Mingren's colleagues who were doing business with Jurchens were still doing business with Sanhan, and they only wanted to be easy to participate in, and they would not even look at it after thirty years. look.
There is nothing more frustrating than having a precious medicine in hand, but being unable to pay a high price because of the channels.
"Sir, do you think someone is doing something behind your back?"
"It's not impossible. There are always some short-sighted people in this world. Believe me, from the day Qinggutun made money, there must have been flies eyeing me!"
Mutton futures, before it has completed a cycle, some people are moving towards the replica mode and falling on medicinal materials.
You could say this person is smart, he does look smart.
But if you say it's stupid, it's really stupid.
The rules of futures trading are easy to set, but difficult to implement and enforce. Different people will follow the same path, and the results will be completely different.
The price range of mutton is relatively stable, but medicinal materials are related to human life and health, and the emotional premium is huge. Just like antiques, if you fall in love with it, it will make you happy even if you have money.
At the same time, it also involves a quantity, and futures serve bulk transactions.
Before large-scale artificial cultivation of medicinal materials, medicinal materials were only obtained by picking them. There was a single channel and there were too many factors affecting luck. How to sign a contract?
The mutton contract is complete, but the quantity is not enough. Can we replenish it from other places? Can medicinal materials be used?
"There must be flies, but we don't dare to stare at sir yet!" Xiaohu said with a sure look on his face, "Medicine futures was proposed by Wanyan Wenqi, and our people have never communicated with each other before."
"So much the better!"
Fang Fang did not delve into it, instead he smiled and said, "The properties of medicinal materials are not consistent with the properties of futures. If Jin Guo wants to make a fuss about medicinal materials, it is not impossible, but everything has a price. It is like If he wants to solve the problem, he just has to dream!"
"Add money?"
I thought Fangfang would reject it outright, but I didn't expect Xiaohu's waist to be twisted when he flashed the asking price.
"The method is mine, what's wrong if I want money?"
Fang Fang didn't make much money this year, and what he earned was invested in logistics. In the workshop, the opportunity that should have been his to make money before was also given to Lao Pu.
"It would be great if there is a way. It is certain that the Jurchens will retreat, but they have no money in their pockets. Even if the Jurchens want to settle down, they will not be able to settle down for a few years. The Ming Dynasty bombed their seaport and made it clear that they will strengthen their alliance with us. , If you don’t give Jurchen a way to make money, the Kingdom of Jin will collapse soon!”
All the forces in the north are short of money. Even though the Liao people have mastered the Silk Road, what they make is just passing wealth. Gold, silver and jewels cannot be used for food and drink, and cannot be spent to support the national power and the people. Tea, rice, oil and salt are all stripped away, and so are the Liao people. Fake rich man.
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"waste!"
Wanyan Wenqi walked into an independent tent alone and looked at his cousin sitting inside. There was no joy on his face, only anger.
The glory of the ancestors was completely defeated by this cousin.
In the future, I don’t know how outsiders will laugh at them.
The kidnapped Wanyan, the kidnapped king, or the coward who didn't know how to commit suicide after being kidnapped.
When he thought that this little embellishment would be added to the name Wanyan, Wanyan Wenqi wanted to catch him to death.
"You thought you would rush back and get the throne you always wanted!"
Compared to Wanyan Wenqi's anger, Emperor Wanyan looked very calm. While talking, he tasted the barbecue in his hands, meticulously and seriously. Even in a humble room, he did not lose the manners of a king.
"I want the throne, and I will not lose the honor of my family!" Wanyan Wenqi gritted his teeth and said, "Abdend, you are no longer qualified to sit in this position, and I have no time to continue to mess with you, Sanhan The barbarians have overturned their covenant with you, and they will take action at any time!"
The northern border is bitter, except for the grasslands in the northern border which are even more bitter, not to mention the land of Sanhan, which is a little more remote than the Xianbei grassland.
The northern part of Sanhan is surrounded by mountains. Except for summer, heavy snow falls in spring, autumn and winter, making it impossible for anyone to survive.
The southern region, which is suitable for habitation, has long and narrow plains, and is always faced with sea storms, which are either waterlogged or flooded.
The difficult living environment caused the people of the Three Han Dynasties to be cruel and ruthless. If they were not short and thin, the Three Han Dynasty would have invaded Youzhou long ago.
"Whether you believe it or not, that covenant has nothing to do with me. No matter who I cooperate with, I will not cooperate with the barbarians of Sanhan!" Emperor Wanyan said in a deep voice.
He had already lost since the day he was kidnapped by Randy. No one would want to see someone who had lost his face continue to sit in the position of the leader of the Kingdom of Jin.
And before he steps down, he hopes to end the current chaos.
Paving the way for the new emperor of the Jin Kingdom!
"Is now the time to talk about this?" Wanyan Wenqi found a seat and came down, obviously aware of something.
"We brothers, we haven't sat together and chatted like this for a long time. I imagine when my grandfather was still here, it was really not a good time..."
Emperor Wanyan recalled the past, and scenes from the past seemed to pass before his eyes.
Time passed little by little, and it was getting late.
When the military bell rang for the night, the two brothers just woke up.
"Time really flies by. From now on, the Kingdom of Jin will be handed over to you. Before I leave, I will take Kangtai away. After half a century of civil strife, the Wanyan family should be unified. I really hope that you can take Wanyan with you." The Yan family has gone through the upcoming great battle!" Emperor Wanyan looked melancholy.
An internal struggle that lasted for nearly forty years captivated not only their eyes, but also turned into a stumbling block for the development of the Jurchens.
Both parties thought that after solving each other, they would take care of everything and put the tribe back on the right path.
Unfortunately, everything has changed in Kyushu.
"Wu Chao, we can't offend. I will go east next. If I have enough time, I will let the tribe cross the strait and lead the tribe to the sunrise island!" Wanyan Wenqi seemed to explain, there is It seems to be looking forward to the future for the Jurchens.
On the grassland, one or two Jurchens could still deal with the eight Mongolian kings, but they were afraid that the Mongols would put aside their disputes and speak unanimously to the outside world. At that time, the Jurchens, who had not been lucky for a century, could only escape to the black mountains and white waters.
The Wu Dynasty has come to bite you. It really can't be chewed. The martial people only need to drag you and wear you down, and the tribe will be destroyed.
When it comes to picking persimmons, you have to choose soft ones. Wanyan Wenqi has no choice, and Jurchen has no choice, so she has to choose Sanhan.
No matter how bad the conditions in Sanhan were, they at least learned handicrafts from the Central Plains and developed steadily for hundreds of years. Although the sparrow was small and well-equipped, it was better than the Jurchen who was poor and had nothing to do.
