Malicious Medical Princess of the Marquis House

Gu Jiu drew a super cake.

The Shaofu family was dazzled with excitement because of this.

The reason why he has not let go is only because the final blow is still missing.

Gu Jiu mentioned the most realistic question, The ancestors also invested money in this project. If the Shaofu refuses to lend to the refugees to buy houses, the house outside the Nancheng Gate will not be able to be sold.

If the house cannot be sold, let alone money, the capital will be lost. The ancestors didn't want to see their pension money turned into a house but couldn't sell it.

The Shaofu family Ling Chuibeard stared, Did you wait here for this old man?

Gu Jiu pursed her lips and smiled, Old Ancestor misunderstood. I am wholeheartedly planning for Old Ancestor.

The Shaofu family order snorted, Forget it, this old man will consider this matter carefully. As long as His Majesty approves, the Shaofu will set aside a special fund for exclusive use, so that the residents can have their own houses.

The old ancestor is really a living Bodhisattva. Thousands of ordinary people will remember the achievements of the old ancestor and set up a shrine for the old ancestor.

Don't make these fakes. The Shaofu family commander waved his hands again and again, This old man only asks for the name behind him.

Gu Jiu smiled knowingly, The younger generation knows. I will not embarrass the ancestors.

The Shaofu family commander didn't really want the common people to set up a shrine for him, but he was afraid of the emperor, afraid that the emperor would be suspicious.

That's why I just asked for my name.

Gu Jiu knew very well, and naturally he would not do taboo things.

She got up, bowed and said, Everything is up to the ancestors. I hope to hear the good news from the ancestors as soon as possible.

The Shaofu Family Order nodded, Go back and wait for the news.

Gu Jiu said goodbye and left.

When the Shaofu begins to lend, the resettlement relocation plan can be officially launched.

...

Er Zhuang personally took his buddies to the countryside to buy poultry and livestock.

The villagers are very simple, so simple that they only recognize cash.

No matter how big your background and financial resources are, it's all useless for any cosmopolitan firm.

Without cash, you can't even take a chicken with you.

Er Zhuang also suffered a lot because of this.

He couldn't figure out why he would do something thankless.

He personally took the cash and went to the countryside to buy poultry and livestock to increase the income of the farmers, but the farmers were not grateful, but were on guard everywhere.

Look at their eyes, as if looking at a liar.

When real money was placed in front of the villagers, they still did not reduce their vigilance. They grabbed the silver, made sure it was real, and carefully put it in their arms.

Time and time again, Er Zhuang took the guys and brushed his face with cash for ten miles and eight villages. It took more than a month to truly gain the trust of the villagers.

At this time, Er Zhuang told the villagers that they could bring livestock, poultry, rice, grain, vegetables and fruits to the market outside the south gate of the capital, and find a cosmopolitan business.

As long as there is no problem with the items, the Four Seas Commercial Bank will accept them all, and they are all settled in cash, and they will never default on the payment of a penny.

Looking at the turbid eyes of the villagers, Er Zhuang didn't know what he could get in return for more than a month of hard work.

Until the early morning two days later, the sky was bright, the sun had not yet come out, and the door of the business had not been opened.

However, the door of the firm was already full of people.

Dude open the door and look, good guy.

The villagers rushed to the market overnight with pigs and sheep, carrying vegetables and fruits, and lighting torches, to sell all their surplus output to the Four Seas Trading Company.

Er Zhuang, who came after the news, looked at the enthusiastic rural farmers and the trust in their eyes, more excited than making a million-dollar business.

Because he knew that this trust was not easy.

It is good for the villagers to be simple, but at the same time they are extremely xenophobic.

Their output is only sold to people they know locally.

Even knowing that prices were being held down, no one thought about going outside and finding a new buyer.

This is a local consciousness engraved in the genes.

Word of mouth tells the elderly that only people in their hometown can be trusted. Foreigners are all bad people, all liars.

This situation is repeated even in modern society.

Isn't that what the so-called killing came from, and isn't there a similar reason for regional discrimination?

I asked the rural farmers to take the initiative to bring things to the capital to sell. I'm sorry, they can't do it without acquaintances.

But Er Zhuang and the guys did it.

They used the method taught by Gu Jiu, with cash and frequent face brushing, to gain the trust of the villagers.

Let the villagers in these cols, for the first time, muster up the courage to walk out of the one-third of the acre and come to the feet of the emperor.

thanks, thanks!

Er Zhuang just wanted to say thank you at this moment.

Because this trust is so rare.

Although he didn't know the deep meaning of Gu Jiu's actions, at this moment, his excitement made him not regret his efforts for more than a month.

Do you know how the chicken, duck, fish, meat, vegetables and fruits that millions of people in Beijing eat every day come from?

The Royal Palace has Huangzhuang exclusively for it.

Large families have their own Zhuangzi supply.

For the common people, the food comes from the second-order dealers, the third-path dealers, and even the four-path dealers and the five-path dealers.

These second and third dealers purchased poultry, livestock, vegetables and fruits from the countryside through local people, and then transported them to the capital for sale.

Living in the capital is not easy.

Not only because of the high housing prices in Beijing, but also because of the high prices in Beijing.

Are there no local farmers who directly carry their own output to the capital to sell?

Have!

There are many more.

But compared to the food and drink of millions of people, the amount of agricultural products provided by local farmers is not worth mentioning.

Just like in modern society, when you go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, how many are local farmers producing and selling themselves?

Probably not.

Ninety-eight percent of the vegetables and fruits grown by local farmers are bought from second-order dealers. Distributed by Erdao dealers to various farmers markets.

In a modern society with such developed communications, farmers of agricultural and sideline products cannot replace the second and third dealers.

What's more, in the ancient times when transportation was inconvenient and communication was seriously lagging behind.

The farmers' market in the entire capital is monopolized by one after another, big or small, two or three dealers. The price is naturally high.

At least compared to the cost, the price of vegetable baskets in Beijing is a bit high.

However, when the villagers took the initiative to pick up their own vegetables and fruits, and rushed pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks to the Four Seas Commercial Bank located in the market outside Nanchengmen, the pattern of vegetable baskets in the capital finally changed.

The Four Seas Commercial Bank purchases poultry, livestock, vegetables and fruits directly from the village farmers. The price is naturally higher than the price given by the two dealers.

There are no middlemen to make the difference, and the agricultural and sideline products of the Four Seas Commercial Bank directly enter the market with low prices and high quality.

In the beginning, the beneficiaries were only the refugees who lived nearby.

Following the word of mouth of local craftsmen, the housewives of small households in the capital worked tirelessly, willing to walk a few more miles, carrying baskets to the market outside the city gate.

The prices are low and the quality of agricultural and sideline products is guaranteed. With the spread of the products and the solid word-of-mouth effect, in just half a month, the market outside the Nancheng Gate is crowded every day from morning to night. .

Great promotion, big promotion. Five cents, twenty eggs.

Two bundles of Chinese cabbage for a penny, come and buy it. It will be gone later.

The last 1,000 catties of pork, if you need it, come here to line up.

In the market, shouts came one after another.

A row of newly built houses was crowded with big girls, little wives, and old wives coming from all directions.

Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, it's all there!

The guys were hissing, their voices almost hoarse with tin trumpets.

In addition to the local housewives, some refugee women with some spare money in their hands also joined the fight.

Initially, the refugees did not know that they were eating the cheapest agricultural products in the capital.

When the local women swarmed in, the refugees were all confused.

I rely on! The locals in Beijing also use it to grab it. Then let's grab it too.

These two groups of people, with distinct differences, are huddled together to grab the same piece of meat, the same plate of eggs, or the same hen.

In this vigorous buying tide, a grain and oil store opened silently.

What they sell is not polished rice, but brown rice, rough flour, wheat, and cornmeal, which is extremely rare in the north. As well as wheat bran, rice bran, vegetable oil, and soy sauce.

In short, they are all cheap agricultural products.

The shopkeeper stood at the door, frowning as he watched the scene of madness next door.

The eldest lady asked them to open a branch in the market here. It must be a water in their brains.

These people have no money at first sight. What kind of profit can they make by opening a branch here?

Another day, he will find an opportunity to talk to the steward of the palace, let the steward give advice to the princess, and let the eldest lady not think about it.

Look, it's been almost an hour since the door opened, and no business has come to the door yet.

On the first day of opening, he was going to hang up. Hehe, he wanted to see how the eldest lady had the face to say that she had never lost money in business.

After a morning of struggle, the housewives finally snapped up their favorite agricultural and sideline products.

Carrying baskets, they struggled to get out of the crowd.

Their hair was messed up, their clothes were messed up, and it was hard to hide the contentment on their faces.

They stomped their feet, and when they were about to leave, they saw the grain and oil store next door.

They walked in, compared the prices, and then decided to buy a few pounds back.

The grain and oil store opened, and the first business transaction was completed.

With the first, there will be a second and a third...

The housewives came in one after another and left one after another.

They not only bought cheap meat dishes, but also cheap brown rice, vegetable oil, soy sauce and so on. This gave them a great sense of achievement.

With some spare money on hand, I also weighed some cornmeal and went back to taste it fresh.

The shopkeeper didn't take it seriously from the beginning, thinking it was just a few small businesses. Afterwards, he came off to greet the guests in person.

From morning to noon, the grain and oil store was never interrupted, and customers came in and out. The guys were too busy to touch the ground.

When the meat and vegetable store next door closed, the grain and oil store ushered in a second wave of small peaks.

Refugee women started purchasing.

With little spare money on hand, I only buy one day's rations.

Therefore, each business is very small, but it can't hold many people.

In such a large gathering place of refugees, thousands of people eat at the construction site, and there are tens of thousands of people who need to cook for themselves.

These tens of thousands of people are all potential customers of grain and oil stores.

After noon, the grain and oil store finally ended a busy day.

The shopkeeper personally took stock of the accounts, and when he saw the daily turnover, he couldn't believe it.

dong dong!

Someone knocked on the door.

Er Zhuang walked in, The shopkeeper, how was the business on the first day of business? The lady is still waiting for an answer.

The shopkeeper swallowed subconsciously and handed the ledger to Er Zhuang, Steward Chen, please take a look.

Er Zhuang looked through the ledger and laughed, It's a good start. It sold nearly two hundred taels on the first day, which is not bad. It seems that I was right when I left you here.

The grain and oil shopkeeper in front of him, surnamed Lin, was in his early forties. This is the account room of a grain and oil store under the name of the palace.

It took 20 years to go from a buddy to an accountant.

Later, Mr. Pei handed over the grain and oil store to Gu Jiu for management.

Gu Jiu acted resolutely and directly dismissed the shopkeeper and some of the staff of the grain and oil store.

The two strong guards kept Lin's accountant.

Recently, Er Zhuang informed him that he was going to open a branch and asked him if he was interested in being a shopkeeper.

At that time, it was just the accountant's old Lin weighing left and right. With the mentality of taking a gamble, he came to the market outside the Nancheng Gate and became the shopkeeper of the branch.

After coming here, seeing the dirty and messy environment around, watching those bare-ass children running all over the place, watching the scantily clad women, the manager Lin who was promoted and raised was desperate.

He immediately regretted it.

But he didn't have the guts to resign. He also relies on this job to support his family.

He could only bite the bullet and open the branch.

But every night when he came home, he would complain to his wife.

I just didn't expect it to be slapped in the face on the first day of opening.

This undervalued grain and oil store handed in a beautiful performance report on the first day of its opening.

Shopkeeper Lin said hurriedly, It's all thanks to Manager Chen. I'm a shopkeeper.

Er Zhuang smiled and said, I don't have any credit. It's all up to Madam to think of everything.

Steward Chen is right. Madam is amazing. Any business that falls into Madam's hands can make money.

Er Zhuang laughed, Work hard. Madam won't treat you badly.

Understood, I understand. Manager Lin was very excited.

Er Zhuang's words are not nonsense.

Those who work under the eldest lady Gu Jiu may have an average salary, but the bonus is absolutely generous.

He heard that the people who received the most bonuses last year were Bai Zhong, Er Zhuang, and Deng Cunli. Everyone took at least three or four thousand taels of bonus.

Even ordinary shopkeepers and accountants have bonuses ranging from tens of taels to hundreds of taels.

I am so envious of Shopkeeper Lin.

When he thought that at the end of this year, he would also have the opportunity to get a huge bonus, he was full of energy.

Er Zhuang took the ledger and left.

He wants to rush back to the palace for business.

A few dozen meters away from the shop is the newly opened construction site. A new bazaar will soon be built and put into use.

Not far away, there is an unremarkable carriage.

An old man sat in the carriage.

This old man is not ostentatious, but those who know him dare not be presumptuous.

Because this old man is the uncle of the emperor and the only living elder of the emperor's mother clan.

This old man has no official position, but has an earl title, and he is the successor of this generation.

The Zhu family is the real No. 1 wealthy businessman in the capital, and the wealth accumulated from generation to generation can scare people to death.

Master, are you going back?

the butler asked quietly.

Cheng En Bo Zhuci stared at the closed butcher shop, I didn't expect Mrs. Zhao to be able to create so many fame, relying on a butcher shop to make this place so popular.

This market will soon be on fire. Fortunately, the old man was not too late. Remember, after the market is repaired, send someone to buy all the houses on the market, the price does not matter.

The housekeeper bowed and took orders, Young remember.

Cheng'en Bo Zhuci said again: Look around, the old man wants to see what the cheap house built by Mrs. Zhao looks like.

Little I heard that the Shaofu has agreed to lend money to those refugees. The houses in the first phase of the project will be officially sold on the first day of next month. Those who have signed up and paid the earnest money can choose a house on the spot and go through the formalities on the spot. If you get the key that day, you can move in that day.”

Oh! How much is the earnest money?

Not much, fifty cents.

Cheng'en Bo Zhuci laughed, Could this lady be born with an exquisite mind, she can even think of lending money to homeless people to buy a house.

The Shaofu family decree has a connection with Mrs. Zhao. The housekeeper took the opportunity to complain.

You can't say that. Cheng'en Bo Zhuci shook his head slightly, They are just mutually beneficial.

The Shaofu Family Ling was the uncle of the emperor, and Cheng Enbo was the uncle of the emperor.

A royal clan, a relative, the two have not been very good at dealing with each other since they were young, and they disliked each other.

The Zhu family are not afraid to speculate with the greatest malicious intent on matters involving the Shaofu family order.

On the contrary, it was Cheng Enbo himself. As he grew older, he was quite open to it.

The driver drove the carriage and circled around.

They entered the construction site that was being completed on the grounds of viewing the house.

The distance between the houses is very dense, and the house area is relatively small, after all, it is a cheap house.

The houses are all made of brick and wood, with blue bricks and black tiles, and they are also reinforced with three-compound soil.

This house is not afraid of leaking rain in rainy days, and is not afraid of leaking wind in winter, and it is strong. Good house!

It's a luxury to live in for those refugees. Cheng Enbo said casually.

Is the old man interested in the house here? the housekeeper asked.

Cheng Enbo laughed, You said that the old man bought dozens of houses here and rented them out, how about you?

I'm afraid I won't be able to rent it out.

No, you're wrong. This place will soon become prosperous, and you won't have to worry about renting out such a good house.

Gu Jiu didn't know that someone was eyeing her house, and she wanted to be the largest renter in the capital, trying to monopolize all the high-quality housing outside the South City Gate.