Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 180 Some Shanxi Merchants Worship Guan Gong (Fourth Change)
"Well, very good!"

Man Tianxing suddenly felt that he had "become a hammer bandit". Even if it was a fake, courage grew from his heart.

To die for the daring, to starve to the death of the timid.

"Little ones, let's go straight to Jiexiu County and make a fortune!"

The sweeping king rode a horse and announced the news loudly.

Anyway, these pawns don't know the real purpose.

But they heard clearly about going to Jiexiu to make a fortune.

Now that they have no shortage of food and drink, they just want to make a fortune and play with women, so what high-level pursuits can they have?

No, if you can live an extra day, you earn it.

Enthusiastically high, the two rebels spread their feet and arms, and headed straight for Jiexiu.

This scene fell into the eyes of the monitoring Ming army and the Hammer bandit sentry cavalry at the same time.

The two parties sent people back to report the matter.

The Sweeper King was in high spirits, and he thought his idea was a great one.

Pretending to be He Jinzhao will surely scare the magistrate of Jiexiu County to obediently send him rich and beautiful women.

Hu Dawei from Jiexiu County was the first to get the news.

Since his army arrived in Jiexiu County, he sent Ye Bushou directly to monitor the intruder.

At this time, he didn't understand when he heard that the gang of hammer bandits had been rushing towards Jiexiu County, but this did not prevent Hu Dawei from becoming angry.

Because He Jinzhao didn't take him seriously at all.

This is the real humiliation!

"Come here, pass on my order and prepare for battle."

"Yes."

Following Hu Dawei's military order, the sound of beating drums sounded in Jiexiu County.

The county magistrate trembled when he heard the thieves coming and the drums beating.

He kept praying to Mantian gods and Buddhas to save him, and don't let the hammer bandits break through the county.

The rest of the rich merchants were even more disturbed, because they were the first choice for bandits in case of chaos.

"Master Fan, can these Ming troops defend Jiexiu?" Old Master Wang beside him seemed impatient.

Old Mrs. Fan stroked his beard: "The officers and soldiers will do their best when they get our money. Besides, the bandits don't have siege equipment. As long as they don't have internal support, they will definitely not be able to break through."

"But I heard it was the Hammer Bandits!"

"What happened to the Hammer Bandits?"

"You don't know?"

The younger generation of the Wang family told all the news about He Jinzhao that they had inquired about.

"Hmph," Huang Yongfa said disdainfully at the side, "If the Dajin soldiers are here, how can they let a bunch of local chickens and dogs show off their power here."

"Now Dajin is besieging Beijing, how can anyone come here!"

Huang Yongfa was returning to his hometown to visit his relatives. After catching up with this wave, he said flatly:

"Wait for me to revise a book, enough for a Niu Lu to come here to save us."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mr. Fan poked the walking stick:

"It's [-] miles from the capital to here. Is it possible that because of some trivial matter, we will expose our relationship with Dajin?"

Shanxi merchants had a vicious vision. They used Zhangjiakou as their site to collect commodities from all over the country, and went back and forth between inside and outside the pass to engage in trading activities.
A large amount of basic living materials such as food, clothing, and cooking utensils were delivered to Houjin.

Nurhachi did not treat them badly, and exchanged valuables such as ginseng, deer antler, and animal skins with each other.

At the same time, Nurhachi's seven hatreds were also brought out of Liaodong by Shanxi merchants and spread to various places.

The two sides have established a very deep interest relationship. Nurhachi, who is proficient in the use of espionage warfare, has easily expanded the content of the trade between the two sides from the daily needs of military supplies to intelligence.

When the Qing army entered the customs, someone advised.

Shandong is the way of grain transportation, and Shanxi is the way of merchants, so it is urgent to appease them.

If the soldiers and people of the two provinces belong to our territory, there will be wealth and wealth, and the country will not be in short supply.

When Huang Taiji succeeds to the throne as the Great Khan, it will be even easier to win over Shanxi merchants.

Liaodong is a poor place, and there are always famines.

In order to solve the internal difficulties of Dajin, Huang Taiji naturally chose to fight in all directions.

Fighting the Mongols is not only taking up territory, but also saving tens of thousands of cattle and sheep from the Mongols and sending them to the Jurchen's stomach for strict care.

Treat the plundered Mongolian population as slaves and work for them, so as not to be idle and lose the heritage of the golden family.

This large-scale group self-driving tour to the Ming Dynasty is for a "zero yuan purchase" in Gyeonggi!
Huang Taiji's military expenditures cannot be ignored.

But the large amount of gunpowder, [-]% of the grain and more than half of the ironware he needed were obtained from Shanxi merchants who operated with integrity.

That's right, Shanxi merchants can sell junk to the Ming army, but they must sell high-quality armor and weapons to Houjin.

Only in this way can it be seen that Shanxi merchants represented by Fan Yongdou are operating with integrity.

So the Jurchens don't have to cross the Great Wall like the poor Mongols, and go to the homes of fellow villagers to see if there is any iron pot that needs to be repaired.

People are aiming at gold and silver treasures, silk and satin, who the hell wants that shit like an iron pot.

The post-golden regime has long held an iron pot, which is a symbol of wealth.

The 100 million shi of grain used by the Ming court for disaster relief in Shaanxi was seized layer by layer, because officials and businessmen colluded and sold it to the Liaodong tartars who also caused disasters.

What has to be sold is a high price!
Giving food to disaster victims can't make money at all, and they don't do business that loses money!

With such cooperation, Hou Jin was able to sell the looted property, antiques, gold and silver.

Through Shanxi merchants, they turned it into food to feed the tens of thousands of people who were taken captive to Liaodong by them.

With food, the slave owners of Hou Jin, big and small, would introduce this group of Han slaves to a new job that "works more with less food".

Grow grain in the Liaodong area to support them.

If you dare to pierce, your head will be cut off directly.

If done well, it can also make you a coated slave, and you can be a slave for generations to come.

Shanxi merchants can sell and collect stolen goods, which is a win-win deal for Huang Taiji and Shanxi merchants.

Anyway, now the post-gold tartars are not very interested in antique calligraphy and paintings.

No one as elegant as "Mr. Zhang" has been cultivated yet.

It is suitable to exchange for the needed things. These good things are sold through the hands of Shanxi merchants. Maybe after a few years, Hou Jin can snatch them back.

Old Master Fan glared at the lawless Huang Yongfa.

This is Jiexiu, not Zhangjiakou.

Some words should be said, and some words cannot be said.

Shanxi merchants pay attention to integrity when doing business!
"Don't make big mistakes because of small things." Old Master Fan looked at the crowd and said, "Today the world is still ruled by Ming, we just need to operate with integrity and make good money.

Don't say some things outside, I don't know how many people will be jealous of us! "

"clear."

Huang Yongfa also respected Mrs. Fan, otherwise his son Fan Yongdou would have lost a lot if he didn't take him with him.

"Okay." Old Master Fan stood up holding his walking stick: "Since the thieves are here, I still have to worship the gods to protect us."

In the side hall.

The statue of Guan Gong made of pure gold stood in the shrine, squinting slightly, looking at the people offering incense.

(End of this chapter)