The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Liu Wenshan welcomed Chen Xinzhi to the hall.

He looked at the merchant.

Chen Xin has taken the lead and said: "Mr. Liu's book is shocking and vulgar, but for me and other cheap merchants, it is actually Gan Lin Yulu, Mr. Liu, please be scorned again."

With that said, he was going to bow down, Liu Wenshan helped him back up again.

In this regard, Liu Wenshan's heart is quite comforting. In the school and the temple, he has been greatly controversial, but it is unexpected that there are people who have such appreciation of the theory of national wealth.

Liu Wenshan said modestly: "Thank you for raising love, what you do is silk trading?"

"Exactly." Chen Xinxiu nodded his head and said, "It's just a small business. There are so many silk merchants in this capital, and it's really ashamed that they are destitute."

Liu Wenshan wrote the theory of national wealth. This year, he has been studying the way of economy and commodity exchange. Therefore, he has become very interested in this silk merchant.

He stared at Chen Xin and saw his face ashamed.

But Chen Xin is really not a big merchant, especially in the silk business.

Liu Wenshan said: "Business and reading are different. Readers read a lot of books, and it is easier to list titles. The feasible quotient is about the amount of capital and the size of the scale, but it is not that people are born to operate. You can strive for the upper reaches, so you do n’t need to be ashamed of your feet. As long as you can keep yourself safe and operate with integrity, you can pitch into the world and feel ashamed. "

It ’s not so good. As long as Chen Xin feels ashamed, “It ’s even more ashamed, sir. Although the capital of the despicable person is not thick, but the profitability of trading is limited, but it ’s also the reason for the contemptuous person to say that. In those days, a few people dyed a batch of silk, but ... the color of this silk is really unflattering. As a result, no one cares so far. Compared with the current tight color, eh ... "

"Is it still in my hands?" Liu Wenshan said with a smile.

Chen Xin nodded.

Liu Wenshan carried his hands on his back. This is his habit. Although it belongs to the small transparent under the Fangmen, sometimes, he will also act in an unconscious way. He learns the teacher Fang Jifan unconsciously.

He looked up at the beam of the house and suddenly said: "There is a hoard of goods, indicating that the market cannot accommodate your goods, but I have thought about it, the market itself is infinite."

"What?" Chen Xin froze, not quite understanding what Liu Wenshan said.

Liu Wenshan said with a smile: "No, maybe I just talked about it. I mean, for you, there must be a certain channel for your goods before, but the channel for your goods to ship, but Not recognized by this market, but ... the market is not just limited to the channels under your feet, you can look away and try to open up the market. "

"Develop new markets……"

Chen Xin still did not understand.

Develop new markets……

Liu Wenshan said: "In my theory of national wealth, it was stated that one day, once the goods go from shortage to oversupply, it is necessary to open up the market."

"But ... how to open up the market?" Chen Xin froze. He had heard of the term market development in the Wealth of Nations, but he didn't go to it at the time.

Liu Wenshan smiled slightly: "Is there any connection between commercial and commercial goods? At the moment, it is more limited to the transactions of acquaintances. I am not wrong about this."

Chen Xin nodded.

Acquaintance trade is indeed the current mainstream: "Some generations of Jingying in their homes have bought goods from some silk merchants familiar with Jiangnan, and then sent them to Jingshi. There has always been cooperation ... "

Liu Wenshan said: "It is precisely because of this that these silk shops are your channel, but have you ever thought that your goods, perhaps in the capital, are not popular, but may not be able to bloom outside the wall? "

"This……"

"You can try it and find other channels." Liu Wenshan encouraged.

Chen Xin was silent for a long time: "How to find other channels?"

Liu Wenshan felt that he was better at buying and selling.

However, he smiled, in fact ... Sometimes, he only observed the behavior of the economy and trade, but instead stood in an objective position, seeing it more clearly and farther.

He said: "My teacher has been planning to establish a trading market in Xincheng these days. You can go there and try your luck."

market place……

Isn't this ... the bazaar?

Chen Xin was a little ignorant.

Go to the market to sell silk?

But ... our Chen family does not sell bulk goods.

After talking with Liu Wenshan for some time, Chen Xin seemed a bit suspicious about the trading market, but ... he admired Liu Wenshan's talk.

Chen Xin frowned and hesitated.

…………

A copy of Jin Yiwei's performance was sent to Emperor Hongzhi's desk.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at the newspaper hesitantly.

"What's the trouble with Zhenguo Palace?" Emperor Hongzhi looked up at Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing's expression is a little complicated: "..."

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "Talk."

Xiao Jing: "..."

Xiao Jing held back for a long time, and finally said: "The slave-servant does not understand."

Emperor Hongzhi lowered his head and looked at the words of the awesomely written trading market.

He understands the market; he also understands the trade.

But what the **** is this?

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help saying: "The guards are so careless?"

Xiao Jing shivered.

In my heart, what can we say, that surnamed Fang, come up with new words every three times, God knows exactly what this thing is doing, he said it is called the trading market, that is the trading market, how can a transaction, how a market law, If we knew ... would we still be eunuchs?

Of course, these words can only be spit in the heart, Xiao Jing bowed his body and said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, slave-maid ... death!"

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "But ... you really don't understand anything. In the theory of wealth, it was already doomed to traders, barterers, marketers, and markets. This is an old saying, these four Putting the words together is the place where the goods are exchanged. I want to come ... because the new city does not yet have East City and West City, so it is difficult to exchange things, it is not easy. This trading market is probably the same as West City and East City. Right. "

"Your Majesty is really wise." Xiao Jing raised his thumb.

Emperor Hongzhi bowed his head: "Read more books, and Fang Jifan will open a market. In fact ... it's no big deal."

"Yes, yes." Xiao Jing nodded again and again.

Emperor Hongzhi said, and then continued to read the performance report, which also contains information about what happened in Dingxing County.

Looking at it, Emperor Hongzhi frowned, and said: "Zhenguo Mansion had hoarded land in Dingxing County on a large scale? And this Liu Jin ... actually blackmailing people's property?"

"This ..." Xiao Jing said indifferently: "This, the slave-servant did not know, just reported it from Dingxing County, otherwise, slave-servant to ask?"

Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "Liu Jin is also a loyal man, anyway, not so."

He said, but did not continue to dig deeper.

Xiao Jing looked disappointed in his eyes.

…………

Dingxing County.

Keep the **** in guard.

A clerk went in tremblingly, and with a click, the clerk fell to the ground.

There was no light in the hall, and it looked very dim.

In the depths of this dim lobby, a person was hidden under the shadow after the case.

The clerk couldn't see the other person's face, but when he came in, he was already out of spirit.

He knelt on the ground, trembling with all his teeth, trembling his teeth, and whispered: "I have seen the godfather ... the godfather ... I have found out. These days, there are some people in Jin Yiwei, dressed as businessmen, everywhere ... ... searching for evidence everywhere ... "

The people in the shadow seemed to be calm, and the case was a piece of sliced ​​melon.

The man took the melon and bowed his head, biting seriously ...

The clerk was so frightened that his voice seemed to be blocked, and Ai Ai then said: "They ... they are inquiring about godfather about you ... godfather ... they are ... afraid ... afraid……"

In that shadow, the face of the clerk's godfather was still invisible, hidden behind the shadow, only the click, click, and the rustling of melons.

"My son thinks that someone in the palace wants to target the godfather ... They are doing this, it should be evidence from Luozhi ..."

After eating a slice of melon, it's another slice ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and the person sitting firmly behind the shadow is still very determined.

"Goddaddy, not only that, they also inquired about the previous hoarding ... it seems ... it seems that this matter also involves some Fang Duwei ..."

Click ...

This time the click is exceptional.

When it comes to this, the clerk is agitated.

Then, he shook his head like this: "It's the son **** it, the son **** it, the son ... the son didn't even notice it beforehand, but it was an opportunity for the son to die,"

Boom ... Boom ... Boom ...

His forehead hit the ground fiercely, as if it wouldn't hurt at all, and on this forehead, blood had been knocked out, and red blood flowed down his forehead, and a drop fell on this On the brick.

"Son ... deserve to die!" The clerk looked very frightened in his voice.

The person who eats the melon, even though he didn't say a word, made him feel more terrified. His teeth were trembling, and he was shaking like a sieve.

Click ...

A melon skin flew out of the darkness.

Steady, fell directly on the Shu Li's face.

The person in the shadow finally stood up slowly, and suddenly roared with a thick baritone: "Xiao Jing, your uncle, you just want to adjust us, you still want to check our grandfather!"

The bureaucrat buried his head fiercely, his five-body cast on the ground, and the placket behind him was soaked with cold sweat.

All the sun will fall in and shine on the face in the shadow, Liu Jin's face is grim and his eyes are bloody!

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Let me know that the Prodigal Son will have two names. On the Internet, it is called the Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty, and in the media, it is called "Ming Song".

Tiger is a rational fan of the party, this name, quite like it. Well, everyone remembered ... "Ming Song"