"Of course I know this is rice seed." Liang Chuan rolled his eyes at him, "I'm asking you what kind of rice this is?"
"Oh!" The hawker suddenly realized, "This is the early rice of the Champa Kingdom. No one has planted it in our Song Dynasty. Sir, these are good seeds. If you plant them at the spring equinox next year, you will be able to harvest in almost one season!" He spared no effort in introducing his products and talked endlessly.
When Liang Chuan heard the name, he could probably guess that this was Champa Rice. This early indica rice native to the Indochina Peninsula is extremely adaptable and was introduced to our country during this period of the Song Dynasty. As for the "rapid promotion in the Song Dynasty" described in the history books, Liang Chuan did not know about this rapid process. After how much time has been spent, at least now no one in Liangchuan can see anyone planting this kind of early rice.
"If this rice seed is so good, why doesn't anyone come to you to buy it?" Liang Chuan looked around at the hawker stall, but there was no one there.
"This rice is good rice, but it's a pity that the people don't know the goods. The harvest cycle of this rice is short, but the harvest volume is not as good as our rice seeds in the Song Dynasty, and most people have never planted it. They don't dare to take risks, so the hawkers My rice seeds are not selling well. As time goes by, everyone will know the benefits of this rice seed. Look at the vendor, I am still worried about not being able to sell it."
The hawker brought in a large amount of rice seeds from Nanyang. He originally thought that everyone would flock to buy this good thing, but he didn't expect that no one was interested in it after it had been displayed at the port for several months! He is about to return to Nanyang now, but he hasn't even earned the money to go back. If he can't make it back this time, it means that next year's business can only be done.
Liang Chuan grabbed a handful of seeds and looked at them in his hand. The grains of these rice seeds were smaller than ordinary rice seeds, but the golden and plump grains showed that they were good seeds. He put it to his nose and smelled it, and the aroma was also good. It's very rich, so it shouldn't be fake seeds.
"It's just early rice, so what will I do after I plant it for one season?"
The so-called Champa rice is not a double-cropping rice in the true sense. It is just a type of early rice. After planting early rice, you need to mix it with other crops. The two crops combined will have a higher yield than one-season rice.
The hawker smiled and said: "Objectively, a person who knows the goods is naturally a smart person. After planting the early rice, you can plant another season of wheat or something, or you can plant some ordinary late rice, so that you can harvest twice a year. , equivalent to other people’s two years of harvest!”
Seeing that Liang Chuan was interested, the hawker continued: "And let me tell you, sir, this kind of rice is extremely drought-resistant. It can be cultivated as extensively as grass. If you pour some water occasionally, this kind of rice can live for a long time. Let's Fujian has many hills and little land, and paddy fields are more expensive than gold, but there is a lot of dry land, which is perfect for growing this kind of rice!"
He Baozheng looked aside with cold eyes for a long time. The more he listened to what he said, the more worried he became. His brows had long been wrinkled. He finally said: "Sanlang, don't listen to his nonsense. There is no rice that does not need water. Isn't it wheat? Besides, don't listen to his nonsense." Is there really such a good rice seed in the world that the government would hide and not tell the people? There is no such thing as pie in the sky. I heard that there are a lot of scammers in Qingyuan."
The hawker was about to succeed. When he saw this old man coming out and stirring a stick, everything was yellowed. He was so miserable that he couldn't express his pain and was about to burst into tears: "Don't bother me, brother, I'm with you." Why did you lie to you when you have no grievances? If I lie to you this year, will my business come back to Qingyuan next year? How can I shoot myself in the foot?"
In this era, doing business in grain seeds was a very serious crime. Once it was found out by the government, you would not be able to escape with a few jail sentences. Therefore, few people would be crazy enough to take out counterfeit seeds. This is why Liang Chuan believes that this vendor will not take such a big risk for such a small amount of money.
Liang Chuan is not afraid that this hawker will cheat. He is someone who wants to carve out a niche in Qingyuan. Whether it is the market or the port, Liang Chuan will take these territories into his own sooner or later. As the hawker himself said, this year he will If he dares to lie to himself, he will not even think about doing business in this place next year.
The vendor spoke sincerely, but both He Baozheng and Liang Chuan remained silent, not knowing what they were thinking. Seeing that many farmers had bought their seeds this year, and no one would come to buy his rice seeds if the delay continued, the vendor gritted his teeth and said fiercely to Liang Chuan: "If you really want to buy my rice seeds, then I will Let’s go to the government with you and make a contract. If I lie to you, let the government arrest me. How about finally making me afraid to step into Qingyuan again?”
Liang Chuan thought for a while and smiled slightly: "No need to go to such trouble. If I can't trust you, why should I go to war? It's better to just stop buying your rice seeds. How many rice seeds do you have here?"
"I have more than 1,200 kilograms of rice seeds here. Sir, if you want them all, I can give you a much cheaper price."
"I want one thousand kilograms. How do you calculate the price?" One thousand kilograms is equivalent to ten tons, one hundred dou. This amount of rice can probably be planted on more than one hundred acres of land, which is a lot.
"Rice seeds are sold based on the price of rice. The price of rice is high this year. It still costs more than 100 cents per dou. I don't want to earn more money from the officials. The officials can give me 100 cents per dou. , a hundred dou is ten guan of money. I can’t sell the remaining two hundred kilograms of rice seeds, so I should give them to the officials.”
"Isn't this not good? How much advantage do I have to take advantage of you?"
Liang Chuan is a little embarrassed. The price of rice this year is too ridiculous. There used to be a lot of rice in Qingyuan port, but just before the typhoon came, an unknown vendor packed it all and bought it. Now Qingyuan needs rice. Imported from other places, rice prices will definitely remain high before the arrival of new rice next year. This hawker made a lot of concessions to himself as soon as he arrived, which made Liang Chuan feel a little uneasy again.
The hawker seemed to have read through Liang Chuan's thoughts and said, "Don't worry, sir. I just want to earn money to go back to Nanyang this year. I can bring seeds back to Nanyang. I am also sure that you will buy my seeds this year." , you and your relatives and friends will definitely come back to buy my seeds next year! I don’t worry about not making any money next year, and it doesn’t matter if I make less this year.”
He Baozheng is also learning to do business now. He did not expect that Qingyuan people are so open-minded in doing business. With such a vision, it is no wonder that Qingyuan people have spread their business to all corners of the world and earned money from all over the world. After hearing what the vendor said, Liang Chuan was also moved by his thoughts.
Immediately he said: "I can't ask for your seeds for nothing, so this is twenty dollars, which is the money I paid for buying your seeds. If it is more, it can be regarded as the farewell gift I gave you. I wish you all the best and good luck next year." Then bring back better seeds. This is not just a business, it is a major event that benefits the people of the world. If you do it well, you will have made great contributions to the people."
The hawker was also infected by Liang Chuan's arrogance. When doing business, only those who want to make more money have never seen anyone give money to others. And it’s not just about selling seeds, why has it become a major event to save the country and the people?
"Guanren, you are really amazing. Can you tell me your name? With Guanren's courage, I think he will become a prominent businessman in Qingyuan one day. In the future, it will be easy to make money and become the enemy of the country!"
Liang Chuan turned his head and looked at Xiaochai, He Baozheng, and a group of children behind him: "My name is Liang Chuan."
The hawker thought he had heard wrongly and said sarcastically: "Since the official refuses to tell me... My name is Gu Dezhao. I hope I can still do the official's business in the coming year."
Liang Chuan's name is so common that every time he says his name, people always think that he is perfunctory.
Zheng Ruoying said with a smile: "He didn't lie to you. His name is so earthy. His surname is Liangchuan and his last name is Chuan. When the three characters stand up, the word "chuan" is added."
Liang Chuan glared at him: "Isn't it enough that the sea is open to all rivers?"
Liang Chuan told Gu Dezhao his address, so he didn't need to worry about transporting the seeds later. Liang Chuan didn't mind giving the money to Gu Dezhao first, and he readily gave him the twenty dollars. Gu Dezhao was so moved that he fell to the ground. This kindness was too heavy for him.
Before leaving, Liang Chuan suddenly thought of something, pulled Gu Dezhao and asked: "Dezhao, do you often walk around Nanyang?"
Gu Dezhao nodded. He made money by selling items that were in short supply in both places.
"Have you ever seen these crops?" Liang Chuan told him the morphological characteristics of peppers, sweet potatoes, tobacco and corn. Gu Dezhao shook his head after hearing this. These crops are extremely special and he has never heard of them.
Liang Chuan said to him: "If you come across the seeds or roots of these crops during your trip to Nanyang this time, you must bring some back to me alive. These things are much more expensive than the Champa rice seeds you sell!" "
Gu Dezhao couldn't believe it. If it was really so valuable, how could he not have heard of it? Moreover, Liang Chuan's words were very specific and did not seem to be fabricated. Regardless of whether they were really that valuable, since Liang Chuan wanted it, even if he wanted to In return for this favor, he would try his best to help Liang Chuan find it.
