Chapter 404 (1/2)
Gu Jiu drew a super pancake.
The young master was so excited that he was dazzled.
The reason why we haven't let go is that there is still a lack of a final strike.
Gu Jiu mentioned the most realistic and asked, ”my ancestors also invested money in this project. If the young government refuses to lend money to the refugees to buy houses, it is impossible to sell the houses outside the south gate.
If the house can't be sold, let alone money, capital will be lost. The ancestors don't want to see their pension money become a room, but they can't sell it. ”
The young master ordered to blow his beard and stare, ”have you been waiting for me here?”
Gu Jiu pursed his lips with a smile, ”my ancestors misunderstood me. I'm totally committed to my ancestors. ”
The commander of the young master snorted, ”well, I will consider this matter carefully. With your Majesty's approval, the young government will set aside a sum of money for the purpose of providing the residents with their own houses. ”
”Laozu Zong is really a living Bodhisattva. Thousands of people will remember the achievements of their ancestors and set up a memorial hall for them. ”
”Don't make such a fool of yourself.” The young master's order repeatedly waved his hand, ”I only want the name behind me.”
Gu Jiu said with a clear smile, ”I know. I'm sure it won't embarrass my ancestors. ”
It's not that the family order of Shaofu doesn't really want the common people to set up a temple for him, but he is afraid of the son of heaven.
That's why I only want the name behind me.
Gu Jiu knows that he will not do things that are taboo.
She got up and bowed down. ”It's up to me. I hope to hear good news from my ancestors as soon as possible. ”
The young master nodded, ”you go back and wait for the news.”
Gu Jiu left.
When the government begins to lend money, the plan for the relocation of refugees can be formally launched.
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Er Zhuang takes his staff to the countryside to buy poultry and livestock.
The peasants were so simple that they only recognized silver.
No matter how big your background and financial resources are, it's useless.
Without silver, a chicken can't be taken away.
Two Zhuang also suffered a lot.
He couldn't figure out why he had to do something hard to please.
They went to the countryside to buy poultry and livestock with the cash silver to increase their income. However, the farmers were not grateful and were on guard.
Look at their eyes, as if to see cheaters.
When the real gold and silver were placed in front of the rural farmers, they still did not reduce their vigilance. They grabbed the silver, made sure it was real, and then held it carefully in their arms.
Over and over again, er Zhuang took his friends with him and brushed his face in ten miles and eight townships with cash silver for more than a month before he really gained the trust of the farmers.
At this time, er Zhuang told the farmers that they could take the livestock, poultry, rice, vegetables and fruits from their families to the market outside the South Gate of the capital city, and look for Sihai merchants.
As long as there is no problem with the goods, the four seas commercial banks will collect all the goods, and all of them are settled by cash, and they will never be in arrears with the payment of one cent.
Looking at the farmers' turbid eyes, er Zhuang doesn't know what he can get for more than a month's hard work.
Until two days later in the morning, it was very early in the morning, the sun had not come out, and the door of the firm had not been opened.
However, outside the business house, there is a lot of people.
Man, open the door, boy.
Rural farmers drive pigs and sheep, carry vegetables and fruits, and light torches to the market all night, to sell all the extra output of their families to the four seas business firms.
Er Zhuang, who got the news, looked at the enthusiastic farmers and the trust in their eyes. He was more excited than making a million business.
Because he knows that this trust is not easy.
It is good for the rural peasants to be simple, and at the same time, they are extremely exclusive.
Their output is only sold to the people who know them in their hometown.
Even if they know the price is very low, no one wants to go outside and find a new buyer.
This is a kind of local consciousness engraved in the gene.
The old people told them that only local people could be trusted. Foreigners are bad people and liars.
Such a situation, even in modern society, is also repeated.
Isn't that why the so-called ”killing cooked meat” comes from? Isn't there a similar reason for regional discrimination.
I'm sorry to ask the farmers to take the initiative to sell things in the capital. I'm sorry, they can't do it without acquaintances.
But Er Zhuang and the guys did.
They used Gu Jiu Jiao's method, with cash and frequent brush face, to gain the trust of rural farmers.
For the first time, let the farmers in these mountains and depressions summon up their courage to walk out of the land and come to the feet of the emperor.
”Thank you! Thank you
Er Zhuang just want to say thank you.
Because this trust is so hard.
Although he didn't know the meaning of Gu Jiu's doing so, at the moment, he was so excited that he didn't regret his efforts for more than a month.Do you know how the chicken, duck, fish, vegetables and fruits that millions of people in Beijing eat every day?
The Imperial Palace has a Royal Manor.
Large families have their own Chuang Tzu supply.
The common people eat from the second, the third, and even the fourth and the fifth.
These two peddlers and three peddlers bought poultry, livestock, vegetables and fruits from the countryside through the local people, and then transported them to the capital for sale.
It's not easy to live in Beijing.
Not only because of the high prices in Beijing, but also because of the high prices in Beijing.
Isn't there any local farmers who sell their products directly to the capital?
Yes!
There are many more.
But compared with 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, how many local farmers produce and sell vegetables when they go to the vegetable market?
I'm afraid not.
Nine out of ten of the vegetables and fruits planted by local farmers are bought by second dealers. It is distributed to various farmers' markets by secondary dealers.
In the modern society with such developed transportation and communication, farmers of agricultural and sideline products can not replace the second and third peddlers.
What's more, in ancient times, communication was seriously lagging behind due to inconvenient transportation.
The whole agricultural market in the capital was monopolized by one or more peddlers, big or small, and three peddlers. Naturally, prices remain high.
At least compared with the cost, the price of Beijing's food basket is a little high.
But when the farmers took the initiative to pick up their own vegetables and fruits, and drove the pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks to the Sihai commercial firm located at the market outside the gate of Nancheng, the pattern of vegetable basket in Beijing finally changed.
Sihai merchants directly purchase poultry, livestock, vegetables and fruits from rural farmers. The price is naturally higher than the land price given by the second dealers.
There is no middleman to earn the price difference. The agricultural and sideline products of Sihai commercial bank enter the market directly with low price and high quality.
At first, only the refugees living nearby benefited.
With the local craftsmen's propaganda, the housewives of small families in the capital took pains to walk a few more miles, carrying baskets to the market outside the city gate.
The price is low and the quality is guaranteed. With the solid word-of-mouth effect, the market outside Nancheng gate is crowded with people from morning to night every day.
”Preferential promotion, preferential promotion. Five Wen, twenty eggs. ”
”One Wen, two bundles of Chinese cabbage. Come and buy it. It's late and it's gone. ”
”The last thousand catties of pork. If you need it, come here and line up.”
In the market place, shouts come and go.
A row of newly built houses are full of old girls, little wives and old women coming from all directions.
”Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, there are all of them!”
The guys hissed and cracked their lungs. They were hoarse with tin trumpets.
In addition to the local housewives, some migrant women with some spare money also joined the fight.
At first, the refugees did not know that they were eating the cheapest agricultural products in Beijing.
When the local women swarmed in, the refugees were confused.
Damn it! The local people in Beijing also use it. Let's grab it, too.
These two groups of people, quite different from each other, are fighting for the same piece of meat, the same plate of eggs, or the same hen.
In this vigorous rush to buy, a grain and oil shop opened quietly.
They sell not polished rice, but brown rice, brown flour, wheat, and corn flour, which is very rare in the north. And wheat bran, rice bran, vegetable oil, I do not know how many soy sauce.
All in all, they are low-cost agricultural products.