Every day, people go to Xinpingbao to buy grain, and Xinpingbao’s grain is sold from the mainland. Are these grain buyers transported back to the mainland? Of course, they are transported to smuggling. Everyone knows this level, but no one explains it thoroughly.

As for iron tools such as smuggling iron pots, it is huge profits. It is just that the imperial court is strictly in charge and ordinary people dare not do such a business.

The owner in front of him is Fan Yongdou, one of the famous big merchants.

The Fan family reserves more than one million stones of grain every year. It can be said that the two towns of Datong and Shanxi may not have as much grain as they are. The rise or decrease in grain prices are all within the slightest part of Fan Yongdou.

Of course, it was not the Fan family who took it alone. If they joined forces with other companies, it would be a scale of millions of stones. The owner of such a business owner would stomp his feet and shake the whole Xuan Da.

Since the boss said that he would be finished with Yusheng, the other two did not ask much, and the boss would be finished after he finished speaking.

"Owner," one of them asked for instructions: "It's almost dark today. Are you going to rest in Xinping Castle?"

"No." Fan Yongdou said: "Go to Tiancheng Acropolis, I still have to see people there."

"Yes, the boss."

Both of them were respectful. Although they were shopkeepers with high status, no one dared to reject a word in front of Fan Yongdou.

The boss, from Jizhen to Xuanfu, went all the way to Datong, patrolling more than a dozen branch numbers of the Fan family. Others were so tired that they didn't want to move, but he had no intention of fatigue or rest. Of course, this kind of energy and self-control was far from comparable to ordinary people.

The carriage continued to move forward again. It was getting dark and no one spoke. The coachman was rushing to the road. It was still dozens of miles away from Tiancheng Guard. Torches were lit on both sides of the carriage and horses. The coachman still hoped to get to the place as soon as possible.

The one who said "distant nephew" Li Yuchun was named Li Mingda. The most important reason why Li Yuchun wanted to take over the business and do it himself was that he could find Li Mingda, climb the Fan family's path, and buy cheaper grain, so that their new business could make profits, unlike He Yusheng who has been losing money.

As for Li Mingda, he just gave up the profit a little. The Fan family originally had many related households, and Li Mingda was the big shopkeeper, so he could still take this little matter as a family.

Li Yuchun might have other ideas, and Li Mingda didn't ask much, but now he thinks that since Fan Dongzhu said that he had finished his promotion with Yu, no matter how good Li Yuchun could, he would not be able to jump around for a few days.

"What a pity..." The car body shook, Li Mingda slammed the car and took the opportunity to speak softly. He didn't know if it was Zhang Han whom he just saw or his ambitious distant nephew.

Zhang Han greeted people all the way, with harmless smiles on his face, and even thoughtfully awesome. However, he has been smart all his life, and he has brought out the feeling of every move, which has also impressed many people with a deep impression on him, and he felt that the little boss of He Yusheng was of extraordinary temperament.

When I walked out of North Street and turned into West Lane, there were many houses on both sides with lanterns hanging by the road. Although it was dark, the road was still bright.

The bluestone slabs are also laid under your feet, which are very comfortable to walk, but the roadside is a little dirty. People in this era just litter and do not pay attention to hygiene at all.

In fact, Xinpingbao is a wealthy place. The ordinary city of this era is much worse than Xinpingbao, and is much stronger. At least the lanterns on both sides are reluctant to light them. Ordinary people have dinner before dark, and after dark, they will light the lights for no more than half an hour, and they will go to bed early to rest. Only those who study and take the exam will light wax candles and study until midnight.

The waning moon hangs in the sky, and the stars are vaguely visible. It is almost the end of the month, and in a while, the market will open again.

Zhang Han walked with his hands behind his back, and Zhang Chun was holding a lantern and illuminating the road. It was actually a bluestone road with a straight alley, so it was difficult to make a mistake.

When walking, it is best to think about things. Zhang Han is thinking about the next step of development.

Time travel is like traveling, and Zhang Han has already faced reality.

Fortunately, it’s not like a beggar or refugee, so it’s really miserable. If you want to get rid of your identity and live a normal life again, it’s okay now that you have tens of thousands of dollars in hand and dozens of people, and the foundation for starting is to have it.

Zhang Han has read some books on studying Shanxi merchants and knows that a large Shanxi merchant family, such as the Kang family, Qiao family, and Fan family, has a net worth of tens of millions of taels of silver. The family has been rich for hundreds of years. Except for the regulations of the Qiao family, the other places are not inferior to the palace. Although the Zhang family is a family of officials and businessmen, Zhang Siwei will not be able to do so after that. No one knows about the Qing Dynasty. He traveled to the Zhang family, and naturally wanted to make the family rich and unbeaten in his own hands. However, it is worth it to be rich and prosperous for hundreds of years.

What’s important is how to do it and where to start?

According to Zhang Han's understanding, the grain business is controlled by the major forces. There are government and military levels, and there are also big business companies involved. The strength is too far from Yusheng. Follow Zhang Han's struggle, he doesn't have hundreds of thousands of capital, so he doesn't even think about it.

In addition to food, it is tea and cloth.

Most of the teas in Shanxi come from Sichuan, and the origin is not in hand. Of course, the profit is from Sichuan, and the logistics costs are very high.

Cloth and cotton are specialties from Songjiang, Jiangnan and Yanzhou, Shandong. There is only a small amount of local cloth in Shanxi, which is not enough for you to use, let alone sell it. Like tea, the profits of goods coming in from other people's place of origin depends entirely on others' expressions.

Moreover, Zhang Han and his and Yusheng did not reach the level of competing for profit from the origin. To put it bluntly, the scale is too small to be mixed with such things.

If you remove these big heads, the rest of the goods will certainly make money, but in the end, there is no quicker money for bulk transactions, and not much more.

Normal buying low and selling high is the way for the great master Zhang Yun to make a fortune, but not long after Xinpingbao opened, the giants were not in control, and many diligent and smart businessmen became prosperous at that time.

With Zhang Han's wrists and vision, even if he is in the crack, he will definitely be sure of the future. It may take decades, so he can't stand it or wait.

What Zhang Han wants to do now is to find a gap in the cracks, truly monopolize a business, and accumulate capital, he will naturally be able to fight the bigwigs.

But even if you are as smart as Zhang Han, you will still never imagine this gap...

"Young Master, the situation is wrong..."

Zhang Chun followed him with a lantern, not disturbing Zhang Han's thoughts. It has been the same every day these days, and Zhang Chun has also been used to Zhang Han's speechless thinking.

But today Zhang Chun interrupted Zhang Han, and his tone was very nervous.

Zhang Han was moved quickly and immediately came back from his confused state. He secretly blamed himself, and there were rustling footsteps behind him, from a distance to a close, why was he so careless?

The west alley is not long, about one and a half miles. Zhang Han’s master and servant have already walked halfway. After another hundred steps forward, he turned thirty steps. It was where the home was, but it was difficult to walk at such a distance.

There were two men in front and two in the back, four people standing in a row, blocking the alley tightly.

With the light of the lantern, it can be seen that these four people are all young, in their twenties, or even under 20 years old. People are not shaving these days, and they look at the bearded, maybe they are only in their early twenties. In the past few years, they are not old when they look at their faces.

The dress is a typical northern tiger-like appearance, wearing a warm fur hat, a dirty cotton jacket, and a belt on his chest. Everyone has a fat face and a bad look.

"Zhang Shaodong, you are a great fortune. Every day, you have big fish and meat, big sweaters, and you can eat a lot of food and wear warm clothes. But our brothers eat ice... People compare people, which is so angry that they have no choice but to ask you to fight Qiufeng and borrow dozens of taels of silver for our brothers to envoy."

The person who spoke first was a young man with the youngest face. He probably didn't have to be twenty years old. He was very young and had the most evil spirit on his face. As soon as he spoke, he wanted money.

After saying this, the young man tilted his mouth and smiled and said, "Erhu, tell the owner of our name."

A bearded man next to the young man took a step forward and shouted: "If you sit down, you won't change your name, and if you don't change your surname, we are from Xinpinghui."

Although Zhang Chun was afraid, he still took a step forward and said angrily: "You are not openly robbing. Report to the Qing Military Hall, pluck the boards, and chased them out of the fort."

Xinpingbao and the entire Tianzhen County of later generations, including Zhangjiakou in Xuanda, to the west of Shahukou, all the entire Shanxi belong to the military town, and it is Shituwei. This is a border area. Unlike those inland garrisons, the local civil affairs are also under the jurisdiction of the Qing Military Department under the garrison, including merchants. The scene was different this year. If Lahu was beheaded by the garrisons a hundred years ago, there were many.

But Lahu, who couldn't even control his beheading back then, could he take these people to heart by beating the board and exile?

Zhang Chun's words only made Zhong Lahu laugh. The young man who spoke first tilted his mouth and smiled and said, "It's our business to beat the board. Master Zhang, just pay for it. If you have the ability, ask someone to take us now and tear it through the skin and flesh, that's your ability."

Zhang Han smiled slightly and reached his right hand into his robe.

Zhong Lahu thought he was scared by this little treasurer. Seeing Zhang Han paying for money, he showed a smug smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, what Zhang Han took out was a shaky dagger. Zhang Han took out the ruler and took off the envelope, revealing his sharp pointed tip.
Chapter completed!