The frontier is bitterly cold, with winters lasting six months and hot summers lasting no more than two months. Apart from the unstable factor of the Tartars, items are relatively durable.
The real question is where to ship stuff from and which route is the safest in the short term.
The Dayu Dynasty has good security, and there are not many bandits and bandits. As long as there are roads, and as long as you do business and pay taxes honestly, you are protected by the law.
At this time, the advantage of traveling around appeared. Zheng Ruqian took a branch to write and draw on the ground, marking this and that.
The few people who were willing to go with them to transport the goods were confused. The young man asked as a representative, "Master, what is this?"
"Don't you understand? This is the distribution map of the counties and cities of our Dayu Dynasty." Wang Xiaosong said proudly, "It was all discovered by the boss who traveled all over the country."
Several of the younger ones were shocked, but an older one frowned and asked, "The map is the secret of our dynasty, how could it be drawn like this?"
This is actually true. No matter which dynasty it is in, a detailed map of a country is fatal. If it falls into the hands of the enemy, it may even destroy the country.
But the premise is that it is detailed. A map that can be called a secret not only shows the distribution of various cities, but also clearly marks where there are mountains, lakes, wheat fields, and how many acres it covers.
Zheng Ruqian only drew a rough distribution map of counties and cities, which could not achieve such an impact.
But Wang Xiaosong didn't know that he wanted to defend his employer, but he couldn't explain why, so he could only stammer, "You are the one who wants to transport things with us, and you want to question this and that, who is the employer..."
"Okay Xiaosong." Zheng Ruqian interrupted him, clapped his hands and stood up, "See if I drew it right."
"My boss." Wang Xiaosong's face almost turned red. "He just asked you, why didn't you refute him?"
Leaking secrets is a serious crime of beheading. How can a long-term worker slander someone in just a few words?
"What's the refutation?" Zheng Ruqian smiled, "When you become the boss, you will know that there are so many people questioning you every day. I have to explain them all to death."
"I'm the boss. I'll pay you to do the work. If you want to do it, do it. If you don't want to, I'll let you down. There's so much nonsense."
The young man spoke calmly and without losing his temper, but it made the hearts of those who listened sink.
Wang Xiaosong was even more dumbfounded, as if he was getting to know his boss all over again.
Several long-term workers who were about to be hired even shrank their necks, and from then on they were in awe of the young boss.
"Despite the war on the border, people outside can still live a normal farming life, especially in the area bordering Hebei County." Zheng Ruqian continued to draw circles, "It's just that because the winter is too long, only one crop a year can be harvested, so most of the grain It still has to be transported from Jiangnan.”
Jiangnan is the area in Danyang County, where life is relatively prosperous and fertile farmland abounds.
But there is only food.
The Dayu Dynasty focused on agriculture and neglected animal husbandry, and few people raised cattle and sheep. Even pork was only available to ordinary people in recent decades. A few hundred years ago, common people could only eat vegetarian food.
Occasionally slaughtering chickens and ducks is a treat only given during the Chinese New Year.
Don't even think about cattle and sheep. They are all exclusive to the nobles. Occasionally, if the common people take a few bites, they can only die of illness or old age.
Those who can transport it and can afford it, the only option left is pork.
Zheng Ruqian quickly made a decision to transport fresh pork to the fifth team in winter, and sausages and bacon in other seasons to reduce rot and damage.
The bacon and sausage must be shipped from Anshui County, but for the pork, you only need to choose the most cost-effective one recently.
Fortunately, the reason why Northern Xinjiang is called this is because it is located in the northernmost part of the Dayu Dynasty. There is a long line drawn on the ground, bordering Rehe in Hebei County and the northernmost Shangjun in Fengjing. The overlap also passes through Ningxia Prefecture.
Prices in these cities are not high, and it is cold enough, so transportation is not a problem.
The biggest remaining problem, and the reason why many businessmen dare not set foot in northern Xinjiang, is that they encounter Tartars from time to time.
The worst case may be that all the goods are lost, and the worst case may be that one's life is not saved.
Zheng Ruqian was there to improve the lives of the soldiers, not just to give away their heads for fun.
He found Fang Heng, and the brothers murmured for a long time. Finally, Fang Heng made a decision, "Send a small team to guard the border. The long-term workers will transport things and hand them over to the army, and then they can leave, ensuring maximum safety."
This is already the greatest convenience that Fang Heng, as the captain, can mobilize for his brother.
But he didn’t want Zheng Ruqian to reject him outright.
"Second brother, do you have other ideas?" Fang Heng looked confused.
Zheng Ruqian chuckled and said, "My second brother is a businessman. This round-trip delivery is not a cost. The labor alone costs a lot of money. Although it is to improve the lives of the soldiers, we can't lose too much."
Fang Heng nodded, "I will give all my monthly salary to my second brother."
"How much money do you have?" Zheng Ruqian waved his hand and sneaked over to ask, "Your entire military camp cannot be all ordinary people. There must be children from aristocratic families, right? There must be people from well-off families, right?"
"My children won't go back for three or two years. The elders will always have to worry and worry. They always want to send something or send a letter to say that they are safe."
Zheng Ruqian patted his chest and said in a sincere and down-to-earth tone, "My second brother will take care of all these things from now on. As long as you pay some money, everything will be delivered to your home."
If he didn't smile evilly and show his eyes full of lust.
Fang Heng couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect his second brother to be so ambitious, but he also knew that this was a win-win situation.
According to military regulations, soldiers only have the opportunity to write letters once a year, and only have the opportunity to go home on rotation once every two years. The longing for their loved ones can only be soothed in dreams.
His family was a little better off, and he would occasionally receive things from his parents and elders, but they were just small packages, completely different from Zheng Ruqian's truckloads.
If this line really gets going, the biggest beneficiaries will be the soldiers in the military camp.
Fang Heng nodded seriously, "I will report it to the general."
As the captain of the fifth team of the third team, he can control the hundreds of people under his command, but he cannot control the entire Northern Xinjiang soldiers.
Zheng Ruqian said that he was not in a hurry, or that he was not in a hurry. At present, the soldiers in the entire northern Xinjiang were resisting the hungry and red-eyed Tartars, and they would have to wait until spring at least to return to peace.
He just signed six new long-term workers, took them into the carriage, said goodbye to his brother under the bright blue sky, and ran towards Anshui County.
"Stinky old man, wait here, my brother wants you to eat meat every meal."
Fang Heng laughed and watched his relatives go away, with a hint of reluctance still showing on his resolute face.
He took out the pastry in his arms to take a sip, looked at how little was left, and carefully hid it back.
