After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The arrival of the Kyoto delegation was like throwing a pot of water into a frying pan, and the seven towns almost fought over where these merchants should live.

In the end, it was Gu Nanxi who made the final decision and arranged an inspection route for the merchants passing through seven towns, ensuring that each town had two or three days of performance opportunities, and each town was responsible for the safety of the caravan in the territory.

For the sake of Gu Nanxi's great cause, Su Yunyan reluctantly bid farewell to Gu Nanxi and led the caravan eastward.

The caravan has left, but the pace of building Yunzhou cannot stop!

It just so happened that this time, Su Yunyan brought a large sum of money and left several chefs from Baiwei Restaurant for Gu Nanxi!

With money, everything will be easy.

Gu Nanxi has only visited four towns so far, and he has a vague idea of ​​the locations of these four towns.

But since everything is not ready yet, we can only do the easiest thing first!

"General, you called me."

The door was pushed open, and the deputy general, Gu Shisan, Gu Sanshijiu and others came in together.

As soon as they came in, they happened to see Gu Nanxi drawing a big circle on the sheepskin map with a charcoal pencil.

"What are you doing?"

The deputy general and others were confused. The area circled by Gu Nanxi was a weedy field with exposed sand and rocks.

Originally this place was the same as the grassland, with lush green grass.

But because of the offensive and defensive battles over the years, this place was burned, trampled, and crushed by horse-drawn carriages. So since some year, such lush green grass has never grown on the land here again.

Unless they want to attack the city from the south, the Tatars and other nomadic peoples living on the grasslands are reluctant to come here.

The residents of Fuming Town were also reluctant to come here, after all, not even a single wild vegetable could be found here.

Stimulated by poverty, Gu Nanxi did not play it safe, but said simply: "I want to build a market here!"

"what?!"

The deputy general, Gu Shisan and others looked at each other.

Although I guessed that the general wanted to open border trade, I never expected that this circle would be drawn outside Fuming Town.

Gu Nanxi: "We want to eat up the caravans that take the grassland route!"

Because in recent years, officials in surrounding areas have adopted an unaccepting attitude towards these caravans, which has led to fewer and fewer caravans traveling through the grasslands.

Some caravans even traded directly with the Tatars instead of coming to the Great Zhou.

To change this image, the caravans must see the sincerity of the Great Zhou.

First, we should open a market in an area where neither side cares, remove the concerns of the caravans, and let them gain benefits. This will make it easier to open border trade in the entire Yunzhou in the future!

In terms of geographical location, Fuming Town is in the center, and it is convenient to reach Ming Town no matter which direction you cross the grassland from.

In terms of safety, the reputation that Gu's army has built up over the past decade is enough to ensure the safety of the market.

The deputy general hesitated: "But winter is coming, and the scale of this market may not be very large."

Gu Nanxi smiled mysteriously: "Even good wine needs to be hidden in a remote alley. If we rely solely on word of mouth among merchants, when will the market be built?"

The deputy general didn't know what the general wanted to do. How could the market be opened just like that?

Which city’s market wouldn’t take several years to grow to a certain scale?

Never mind. The general is still young. Let her hit the wall and she will know that the border is different from Kyoto.

Here, just being alive is good enough.

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In the winter of that year, outside Fuming Town, in the north of Da Zhou, a free market with the largest scale in history swept across the entire grassland at the speed of a tornado!

At the beginning of winter, the herdsmen in the small tribes on the grassland heard that the Tartars had suffered a defeat in the Great Zhou and that the name of the Jade-faced King of Hell could stop babies from crying at night, so they carefully hid their tracks.

They were afraid of being robbed by the Tatars who lacked supplies for the winter, and they were also afraid of being found by the Jade-faced King of Hell!

However, they did not expect that the wind-like cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty still found their residence!

They flashed their weapons with cold lights, but said nice things: "Following the order of the general, we sincerely invite all tribes on the grassland to go to the market outside Fuming Town!"

The people of the small tribe looked as if they were going to die, and they drove their cattle and sheep to the market.

Originally thought that this was a trick of the Jade-faced King of Hell, but unexpectedly, the wasteland outside Fuming Town had already been leveled, and there were rows of wooden sheds built to block the wind and snow.

The first representative of the small tribe who came to the market was so scared that he was trembling all over. He still pleaded tremblingly: "Sir, these are all the cattle and sheep in our tribe. We have to keep them for the winter. Please give us a way to survive! We have never gone south to rob before!"

Fu Mingyuan had a blank expression on his face, with a long sword across his back. He stared at the representative of the small tribe until he almost collapsed to the ground, then he spoke.

"You are lucky to have met our great general. She is kindhearted and couldn't bear to see you starving and freezing in the winter, so she opened the big market."

The people in the small tribe were about to cry. When the Jade-faced King of Hell killed people, he killed the entire tribe! How could this be called kindhearted? !

The representatives of the small tribe were disheartened. Why was it so difficult for this person to live? !

Fortunately, another young man with a foreign look showed him a way out: "There are people selling food in this market, you can go and have a look."

The representatives of the small tribe did not believe that the Jade-faced King of Hell was so kind, but they still walked towards the grain sales place.

Basket after basket of golden wheat lay there naked, emitting bursts of wheat aroma.

He swallowed hard and asked about the price. Although the price was higher than that in the interior, it was much cheaper than the caravans on the grassland!

"How much can I get if I exchange cattle and sheep?"

The middle-aged man sitting in the grain station glanced in the direction of the cattle and sheep and said calmly: "You haven't fattened your sheep well in the winter. The maximum I can give you is 500 coins per head."

In Kyoto, a pound of mutton costs about thirty wen, but it certainly cannot be that expensive at the border!

Besides, the sheep is very thin and can't produce much mutton.

When the representative of the small tribe heard the price, he was already very satisfied. He counted on his fingers, and the smile that he had finally raised drooped again.

We can't sell all the sheep, we have to keep some for them to give birth next year.

But in this case, the food exchanged for cattle and sheep would not be enough for the people in the tribe to eat.

Seeing that he was in a dilemma, the middle-aged man pointed to the wooden shed on the other side and said, "That's the purchasing place. They are buying wool and cashmere now. Go and ask the price."

The representative of the small tribe could hardly believe his ears: "Do you want wool and cashmere too?"

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and stopped answering.

This performance actually made the representative of the small tribe feel at ease. He hurriedly went to ask the person next to him, and after getting a positive answer, he jumped three feet high with joy!

The people at the purchasing office were obviously more enthusiastic than the middle-aged man: "If you recommend other tribesmen to the market, as long as the transaction is successful, I will give you 200 coins! If you bring a caravan, it will be 500 coins. The tribe and the caravan will only be counted once, first come first served!"

Five hundred coins!

Equivalent to a sheep!

Just talk!

The eyes of the representatives of the small tribe lit up immediately, and at this time many tribes also came from other directions.

The representative of the small tribe was anxious, so he sped up the transaction and jumped on his horse!

He wanted to tell his tribesmen that they were here to sell wool and cashmere! He also had to go to the tribes he was familiar with, so that others wouldn't get there first!

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