I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Contrary to what the Meng family expected, He Ri did not go to the post station.

This is not in line with the rules of the court.

Officials sent from abroad need to report to the local post station or government office, not only from the perspective of order, but also from the perspective of safety.

It's not that the impostor didn't happen.

Especially in this day and age - no photos, no fingerprints, no verification of a person's identity, just a few lines of text.

But He Ri didn't regard himself as an official of the Tang Dynasty at all, although he came to Jianning this time as an official of the imperial court.

My Dalang has given such orders, so naturally the order of my Dalang takes precedence.

He set off with Fengchao's people, and on the way, he joined the caravan of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, traveling day and night, and arrived in Jianning.

Judging the case cannot be done according to the rules.

He Ri pretended to be a merchant, but he actually brought some genuine goods.

Jianning city market.

In this unknown town, the market is very bustling, and there are many merchants coming and going—but serious civilians are rare.

This is more like a transit station.

The goods from other places are sold here, and then... the local Erdao dealers in Yizhou sell them at a slightly higher price.

What day they brought is not uncommon in Chang'an, just ordinary glass cups.

But this is a rare commodity in Yizhou.

In Yizhou, no one has learned how to burn glass. Occasionally, someone will try to make it, but the quality of the production is far from being comparable to Chang'an.

Glass is certainly not something expensive now.

But... Its nature is there. After all, it is very fragile. The road is bumpy, and it will inevitably be damaged. Merchants think that it will not work, and it will not make a lot of money.

They also have a choice, which is to raise the price a bit more, and transfer the cost of their own transportation to these second-hand merchants and even ordinary people.

But Lord Zhengyang doesn't allow it.

The first few who had the guts to do this kind of thing have long been hung up as street lights. If they have the ability to make money, they can make money. Mr. Zhengyang will not stop him, even if you are short of money, he can still lend you money.

But Mr. Zhengyang did not allow it. The money earned by these merchants was "robbed" from ordinary people in this way.

In this way, there are many fewer people who resell glass.

If you don't make money, it's troublesome. Who is willing to do this kind of thing?
Someday they resell glass cups.

As soon as I arrived at the market and put out the glass, the crowd rushed over.

"Glass?" Someone leaned forward, looked at the things on the booth, his eyes glowed, "The quality is so good, did you send it from Chang'an?"

He Ri gave a thumbs up: "The guest's good eyesight is sent from Chang'an!"

"How much is one?" he asked again.

He Ri stroked his beard, and said meaningfully: "Since the customer knows that this is Chang'an's glass, he also knows how difficult it is to transport."

"I'll just earn a hard fee, five cents each, how do you feel?"

The man shook his head violently: "Five Wen? It's too expensive, it's too expensive. Chang'an is only two Wen a piece, even if it's a toll, it's three Wen!"

"If it's three pennies, I'll lose my money." He Ri said the price to him solemnly, "Well, let's not be ambiguous, let's talk about the bottom price, four pennies each."

The man hesitated.

He Ri paused, and said, "I have a lot of goods, and I have shipped more than 1000 of them."

The man was taken aback: "More than 1000? Why are there so many?"

Glasses are not easy to transport. The more you send, the easier it is to lose money. You can send more than 1000 of them... This is not only because you have enough financial resources, but also have enough courage.

He Ri waved his hand and squinted his eyes: "Don't worry about what method I use, the number will never go wrong."

The man still wanted to talk.

Someone came over, stabbed him horizontally, and asked, "Brother Tai is so brave, don't you know your name, Xiongtai Gao?"

"Miangui's surname is Sun." He Ri raised his hand, arched it, and announced a pseudonym.

Sun?

The person who walked over thought about it carefully. The surname Sun is not a small surname, but... in Chang'an City, there seems to be no surname Sun that they need to pay special attention to.

Someone told me just now that I need to pay attention to a person named He Ri, but he is an official ordered by the imperial court, and it is impossible to set up a stall on the street, and he can bargain so well.

It's because I'm too sensitive.

He laughed at himself: "How many cups does Brother Sun have, and one for four, I want them all."

He Ri didn't answer, just glanced at the person who spoke to him first.

The man shook his head hastily, and said, "What Meng Lang wants, of course Meng Lang will take it. I, a small family, can't eat so many cups."

"Jianning Meng family?" He Ri stood up and looked at the man surnamed Meng.

The man surnamed Meng nodded.

"Since Mr. Meng Jialang asked for it, and he ate all of it, then I'll give you half of the profit, three and a half pennies apiece, what do you think?" He Ri pondered for a while, and said so.

The man surnamed Meng was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat smug expression on his face: "If that's the case, then I'll be cheeky and take advantage of this."

"Brother Sun, if he still comes to Jianning for business in the future, just come and look for me. With my Meng family on this one-third-acre land in Jianning, I will guarantee that Brother Sun will not suffer."

He Ri nodded and laughed loudly: "Okay!"

"I'm going to trouble Brother Meng to go look at the goods with me."

"Please!"

The two of them went straight to an inn in Jianning City. To the surprise of the Meng family man, although there were a lot of goods, they were well kept.

Few are broken.

It took an hour to count, and there were a total of 620 and seven cups.

Without waiting for the men from the Meng family to figure it out, He Ri said directly: "The total is five thousand six hundred and ninety-four and a half wen, remove the odds, and count your five pens and six hundred wen."

So fast?
And it sounds decent.

The man from the Meng family nodded, but still waved his hand, asking the accountant who came with him to settle the accounts. He fiddled with the abacus he carried with him for a long time, and came up with an answer that was the same as what day.

"Brother Sun is so good at arithmetic?" The man surnamed Meng was a little surprised, it was the first time he had seen someone who could do mental calculations so fast.

He Ri waved his hand, his words were modest, but his face gradually became proud: "No, it's just some small ways, except for faster calculations, it doesn't help my business much."

The man surnamed Meng shook his head, and said: "Brother Sun is so talented, and he gave me such a low price, how can I let you erase the odds, just count it as five pens and seven hundred coins."

Then, he paused: "Brother Sun, do you want banknotes or copper coins?"

Here comes the point.

He Ri regained consciousness and smiled slightly: "Of course it's banknotes. In Chang'an City, copper coins are rarely used for this kind of large-scale trade."