While Du Zhongxiao was thinking hard at Di Bao, Pan Zhen came in from outside and saluted Du Zhongxiao: "Zhijun, the Transportation Commissioner will come to the following text. Do not allow domestic weavers to use wool fabrics in autumn tax! Either use silk or cloth, or they will be sold as cash."

When Du Zhongxiao heard this, he couldn't help but frown: "There are more and more wool weaving households in the country, and this kind of change is a lot of inconvenience. We have already sent the wool weaving to Luzhou. Can't the officials of the Caosi Department see that they can make good robes?"

Pan Zhen sighed: "It's useless! The Caosi has a routine for how much silk and cloth are used to make as much money. They have to calculate the wool. We are a small volcanic army, and the Caosi doesn't take it seriously at all, so how could we care about these things."

In places like Hedong Road, where there is a Ministry of Management, most of the power of the Transportation Commission was taken away. The border areas were equivalent to the Transportation Commission, and there were not many places where the Volcanic Army were in charge. Most of the money earned by the Volcanic Army was in the hands of the Strategic Commission. However, the taxes were still returned to the Transportation Commission, and there was a problem that they were not allowed to collect wool fabrics, even if the collected fabrics were only allocated to neighboring states.

After thinking for a while, Du Zhongxiao said, "There is no choice but to let the weaving households pay the wool fabric. We sell it and pay the money directly to the top. The money and grain here are transported to the prefectures, and then I will tell you about the prefecture."

Pan Zhen nodded: "It's good. - Zhijun, there is another way for the subordinates to say it or not."

Du Zhongxiao smiled and said, "If you have something to say, just say it, what's hard to say between us?"

"Today, in the market, the lower official met Zhang Junde who had moved from the Western Regions and took a blanket to sell. I saw that although the blanket was not big, it was covered on my knees in winter. It was extremely soft and gorgeous, and I was a little moved. I asked him how much it cost, and the old man asked for 500 jin of s of mouth, which scared me. After asking carefully, I realized that it was made of fine cashmere and was woven with the same price as the equal-weight gold-"

Du Zhongxiao was reluctant to believe: "What kind of blanket, how much is it to compare with gold! How many sheep can you buy for 500 knots!"

Pan Zhen said: "I asked the old man and realized that the cashmere was really expensive. The cashmere they used were all pulled out from the goats one by one. One person could only get a monday weight if he tried his best. A goat could only produce a few dollars a year. In addition, weaving labor would naturally be a sky-high price. Even if it could not compare to gold, it would be not far from the difference. This blanket was extremely gentle and was extremely warm in winter, far better than silk cotton."

Du Zhongxiao still knows cashmere and knows that this thing is much more precious than wool. However, most of the time, he uses a grate to scrape off the sheep with wool and velvet, and then carefully choose it. Pull it directly with his hands, which is the best choice. But he didn't expect that the efficiency is so low and the output is so small.

Seeing Du Zhongxiao remained silent, Pan Zhen said: "The meaning of the Xiaguan, the entire volcanic army, only three or five pieces of this kind of fabric. In our small place, even the big merchants in Tanglong Town, who would spend hundreds of cents to buy such a small blanket? It would be better for the government to collect it as a tribute and pay for their autumn taxes this year, which would be convenient for the weaver. We will present this good thing to the palace. If the emperor likes it, it will also be beneficial to the local area."

Du Zhongxiao thought for a while and his eyes lit up: "Yes, this is a good idea. We are working on the wool industry here, and we have worked hard, but the court does not know the benefits of this thing. Even if we collect thousands of guan a year, it will not be in the eyes of important officials of the court. If you offer these good things, if you use them in the palace, it will be of infinite benefits to the wool weaving houses here. - But, this thing is really worth hundreds of guan?"

Pan Zhen laughed and said, "In Xiaguan's opinion, you will never buy more than ten guans. There is no way, Xiaguan has no money. But in Tanglong Town, although it is difficult to sell, 500 guan can still be sold. It is not about how much it is worth, but there is really not many comparable fabrics in the world, and things are expensive because they are rare."

Du Zhongxiao thought about it and slapped the table: "Okay, go and ask Zhang Junde to take the blanket for me to see!"

In a small wine shop by the Yellow River, Feng Yuanwai, Peng Yuanwai and Zhang Junde gathered together to drink. Two wool merchants and a local weaver can't help but drink a drink together.

While the three of them were drinking and talking, Pan Zhen brought the two of them to this place and said to Zhang Junde: "The official is so happy, I drink and enjoy myself here, but I don't know how hard I have to find you."

Zhang Junde was shocked and hurriedly got up and saluted: "I wonder what the officials are doing to look for the old man?"

Pan Zhen smiled and pointed to the blanket in Zhang Junde's hand and said, "Good thing! Zhijun wants to take it over to see your blanket."

Zhang Junde hurriedly asked, "Why do Zhijun want to see it? Could it be that he wants to buy mine?"

Pan Zhen shook his head: "Although Zhijun's family is rich, he lives a frugal life. How could he buy such expensive things? To be honest, if Zhijun really thinks it is good after seeing it, the government will collect it as tribute and send it to the palace."

After hearing this, Zhang Junde looked relaxed and said, "I'm not hiding it from the officials, this blanket is really sent to the palace as a tribute."

Pan Zhen said: "This thing is produced in the Central Plains very little, so how could it be sent to the palace?"

"It was not the Central Plains, but the Kingdom of Khotan. I came to the Central Plains to pay tribute. There was this item. It was also said that the Central Plains officials were very happy with this item and asked people from our area to weave it. Later, they sent it a few more times. When the road was blocked, the Central Plains road was blocked, so it stopped."

After hearing this, Pan Zhen laughed and said, "I'm afraid this matter is not what the official thought. For foreign countries, there are rewards for tribute. In addition, the people who come also trade privately. The tribute team is mostly merchants. Of course, what you woven may not be sent to the palace. The merchants may sell it themselves for profit. However, selling so many means that this thing is indeed popular."

The gifts were bought and sold, especially the Song Dynasty would give back according to the value of the goods tributed by merchants from other countries, which was equivalent to a special trade situation. However, doing business with the royal family was a rare bulk transaction in this era, with abundant profits and small surrounding countries flocked to it. Too many of them came, and the Song Dynasty did not want to be suckers, and later they were not allowed to enter Beijing. Unless otherwise ordered, merchants were not allowed to go to the capital to trade in the name of envoys.

The relationship between the Kingdom of Khotan and the Song Dynasty was once very lively. This is how the frankincense that can be found in the palace is often hundreds of thousands of pounds of pounds of frankincense. Maybe this kind of blanket was once tributed at that time. As long as it was really a good thing, there would always be people who knew it.

Since it happened, it is inevitable that Pan Zhen would sit down and have a drink.

After saying a few gossips, Zhang Junde said: "The recent difficult thing is autumn tax. We weavers don't plant any land, but it's okay to say that the food is just to buy some taxes in the market, but there is no way to do cloth. I heard that the government of wool is not allowed, either cloth or cash. Now it's time to collect wool, where can I get cash? Then I took this blanket and sold it. Otherwise, this is a treasure of heirloom. Who would sell it casually? With this blanket in hand, you can rebuilt the home business at any time."

Pan Zhen laughed and said, "The official said it is right. The Transportation Department has ordered that the autumn tax only collect fabrics. However, the official said it just now, even if you have this treasure, where can you get money if you can't sell it? How can you buy a house business without money? Zhijun wants to see you, so he will find a way."
Chapter completed!