Malicious Medical Princess of the Marquis House

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Shaofu Jialing was dazzled by this excitement.

The reason why I haven't let go is because the final blow is still missing.

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

If the house cannot be sold, let alone money making money, capital will be lost.The ancestors don't want to see their pension money turn into a house but can't sell it."

The young man's family glared Buffalo, "Did you wait here for the old man?"

Gu Jiu pursed his lips and smiled, "My ancestor has misunderstood. I am wholeheartedly planning for the ancestor."

The Young Mansion Family Ling snorted, "No matter, the old man will carefully consider this matter. As long as your Majesty agrees, the Young Mansion will allocate a special fund for exclusive use, so that the residents have their own houses."

"The ancestor is really a living bodhisattva. Thousands of people will remember the achievements of the ancestor and build a shrine for the ancestor."

"Don't engage in these fictitious things." The Young Mansion Family Ling waved his hand again and again, "The old man only asks for his name."

Gu Jiu smiled suddenly, "The younger generation knows. I will definitely not embarrass the ancestors."

Shaofu Jialing didn't really want the people to build a shrine for him, but was jealous of the emperor, afraid that the emperor would be suspicious.

That's why I said just asking for my name.

Gu Jiu knew that he would naturally not do anything taboo.

She got up, bowed and bowed, "All I want is to the ancestor. I hope to hear the good news of the ancestor as soon as possible."

Shaofu Jialing nodded, "Go back and wait for the news."

Gu Jiu bid farewell and left.

After Shaofu starts lending, the refugee relocation plan can be officially launched.

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

Village farmers are very simple, so simple that they only recognize cash.

No matter how big your background is and how strong your financial resources are, it’s all useless.

If there is no silver, you can never take a chicken away.

Er Zhuang also suffered a lot of crimes.

He couldn't figure out why to do thankless things.

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

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

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

Time and time again, Er Zhuang took the guys and brushed his face with ten miles of cash, and brushed his face for more than a month before he truly gained the trust of the peasants.

At this time, Er Zhuang told the peasants that they could take the livestock, poultry, rice, vegetables, and fruits at home to the market outside the southern city gate of the capital to find a global firm.

As long as the things are okay, the Four Seas Commercial Bank will accept them all, and they will settle in cash, and will never default on the payment of a penny.

Looking at the muddy eyes of the peasants, Er Zhuang didn't know what he could get for more than a month's hard work.

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

However, there are already a lot of people outside the firm.

Dude opened the door and took a look, good fellow.

The village farmers drove pigs and sheep, picked up fruits and vegetables, and came to the market overnight with torches to sell all the excess output of the family to the four seas trading houses.

The second Zhuang who rushed to get the news, watching the enthusiastic peasants, watching the trust in their eyes, was more excited than making a million-dollar business.

Because he knows that this trust is not easy.

It is good for the peasants to be simple, simple and at the same time extremely exclusive.

Their output is only sold to people who know the local people.

Even knowing that the price was kept low, no one thought about going outside and finding a new buyer.

This is a kind of local consciousness engraved in genes.

According to word of mouth, the old people told them that only local talents should be trusted.Outsiders are bad guys and liars.

Such a situation is repeated even in modern society.

Doesn't the so-called "killing familiarity" come about like this? Isn't there a similar reason for regional discrimination?

Ask the peasants to take the initiative to pick up things to sell in the capital, sorry, they can't do it without acquaintances.

But Er Zhuang and the guys did it.

They used the methods taught by Gu Jiu, used cash and frequently brushed their faces, to gain the trust of the peasants.

Let the peasants in these depressions muster up the courage for the first time to walk out of the three-acre land and come to the feet of the emperor.

"thanks, thanks!"

Er Zhuang just wanted to say thank you.

Because this trust is too rare.

Although he didn't know the deep meaning of Gu Jiu's doing this, at this moment, the excitement made him not regret the hard work of more than a month.

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

The imperial palace is exclusively for the imperial palace.

Large families have their own villagers to supply.

For ordinary people, the food is sold by Erdao dealers, Sandao dealers, and even four dealers and five dealers.

These Erdao dealers and Sandao dealers bought poultry, livestock, vegetables and fruits from the countryside through local people, and then transported them to Beijing for sale.

Living in the capital is not easy.

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

Isn't it possible that there is no local farmer who directly picks up their own output and sells it in Beijing?

Have!

There are many more.

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

Just like in modern society, when you go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, how many of them are produced and sold by local farmers?

I'm afraid not.

The fruits and vegetables grown by local farmers are sold to Erdao dealers in almost all cases.Distributed by Erdao dealers to various farmers’ markets.

In the modern society where transportation and communication are so developed, agricultural and sideline product growers cannot replace Erdao dealers and Sandao dealers.

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

The entire farmer’s market in the capital is monopolized by one after another, large or small Erdao dealers, and Sandao dealers.The price is naturally high.

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

But when village farmers took the initiative to pick up their own fruits and vegetables, drove pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks to the Sihai Commercial Bank located at the market outside Nanchengmen, the pattern of vegetable baskets in Beijing finally changed.

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

There is no middleman to make the difference, and the agricultural and sideline products of Sihai Commercial Bank directly enter the market at low prices and high quality.

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

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

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

"Preferential promotion, preferential promotion. Five cents, twenty eggs."

"One penny and two bundles of Chinese cabbage, come buy it. It's gone when it's late."

"The last thousand catties of pork, you need to queue here."

In the market, there were shouts one after another.

A row of newly built houses was crowded with big girls, young daughters-in-laws and old women from all directions.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, there are all!"

The guys hissed their lungs, holding tin horns, and their voices were almost hoarse.

In addition to the local housewives, some migrant women who have 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 Beijing.

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

I rely on!Local people in Beijing also use it.Let's grab it too.

The two groups are very distinct, but they huddled together for the same piece of meat, the same plate of eggs, or the same hen.

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

What they sell is not polished rice, but brown rice, brown 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 madness next door.

The lady asked them to open a branch at the market here. It must be a brain drain.

These people don't have any money at first glance. What profit can be made by opening a branch here.

The next day, he will look for a chance to talk to the steward of the palace, let the steward give the princess and empress, let the eldest lady not think about it.

Look, it's almost an hour since the door has opened, and there hasn't been a business yet.

On the first day of opening, he would hang up the zero egg, hum, he wanted to see the face of the lady who said that he had never lost business in business.

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

Carrying baskets, they struggled out of the crowd.

The hair was messed up, the clothes were messed up, and all this couldn't hide the satisfaction on their faces.

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

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

The grain and oil shop opened and the first transaction was concluded.

With the first pen, there is the second pen and the third pen...

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

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

With some spare money on hand, he also weighed some cornmeal to taste fresh.

The shopkeeper was disapproving from the beginning, thinking it was just a few small businesses.Later, he personally greeted the guests.

From morning to noon, the grain and oil shops were not interrupted, and customers came in and out.The guys are also too busy.

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

The migrant women began to purchase.

I have little spare money and only buy one day's rations.

So every business is very small, but it can't hold up a lot of people.

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

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

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

The shopkeeper personally counted the accounts, and saw the day's turnover, I couldn't believe it.

!

Someone knocked on the door.

Er Zhuang walked in, "The shopkeeper, how was the business on the first day? Madam is still waiting for a reply."

The shopkeeper swallowed subconsciously and handed the account book to Er Zhuang, "Guan Shi, please have a look."

Er Zhuang looked through the account book and laughed, "It's a good start. I sold nearly two hundred taels on the first day, which is not bad. I left you back, and it seems right."

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

It took twenty years from the man to the accountant.

Later, Pei gave the grain and oil shop to Gu Jiu to manage.

Gu Jiu acted vigorously and directly abolished the shopkeeper and some of the staff of the grain and oil shop.

The second Zhuang took security and left the forest accountant.

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

At that time, Lao Lin, who was just the accountant, weighed left and right, with a gambling mentality, came to the market outside Nancheng Gate and became a branch shopkeeper.

After I arrived, I saw the messy and messy surroundings, watching the bare-bottomed kids running all over the floor, watching the unclothed women, and the shopkeeper Lin, who was promoted and raised, was desperate.

He immediately regretted it.

But he had no guts to resign.He has to rely on this job to support his family.

He can only bite the bullet and open the branch.

However, when he returned home every night, he would complain about his wife.

I just didn't expect to be beaten on the first day of opening.

This unpopular grain and oil shop handed in a beautiful performance report on the first day it opened.

Shopkeeper Lin said hurriedly: "It's all the credit of Guan Shi, I'm a shopkeeper."

Er Zhuang smiled and said: "I don't have any credit for it. All depends on the madam for nothing."

"Guan Shi Chen is right. Madam is really a god. Any business that falls into the hands of Madam can make money."

The second Zhuang laughed, "Work hard. Madam will not treat you badly."

"Understand, understand." Shopkeeper Lin was very excited.

Er Zhuang's words are not nonsense.

Those who work under Gu Jiu, the eldest wife, may have a mediocre salary, but the bonuses are absolutely generous.

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

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

I envied the treasurer Lin.

Thinking of the end of this year, he also had the opportunity to get a generous bonus, and he was full of energy.

Er Zhuang took the ledger and left.

He wants to rush back to the palace for business.

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

Not far away, there is a humble carriage.

An old man sat in the carriage.

This old man does not show up, but anyone who knows him dare not presume.

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

This old man has no official position, but he has an earl title. He is the generation of Cheng Enbo Zhuci.

The Zhu family is truly the largest wealthy merchant in Beijing, and the accumulated wealth for generations can scare people to death.

"Master, are you going back?"

The butler asked in a low voice.

Cheng En Bo Zhuci stared at the meat and vegetable shop that had closed. "The old man didn't expect Madam Zhao to be able to toss so many famous halls, and relying on a meat and vegetable shop to make this place popular.

This market will soon become popular.Fortunately, the old man came not too late.Remember, after the bazaar is repaired, send someone to buy all the houses in the bazaar. The price does not matter."

The butler bowed his orders, "The little one remembered."

Cheng Enbo Zhuci said again: "Walking around, the old man also wants to see what the cheap house built by Mrs. Zhao looks like."

"I heard that Shaofu has agreed to lend to those refugees. By the first day of next month, the first phase of the project will be officially sold. Those who have signed up and paid the sincerity money can choose a house on site and complete the procedures on site. If you take the key that day, you can move in that day."

"Oh! How much is the sincerity gold?"

"Not much, fifty essays."

Cheng Enbo Zhu Ci laughed, "This Madam Zhao gave birth to a seven-original heart, and she can even think of lending money to refugees to buy houses."

"The young man's family has linked up with Mrs. Zhao." The butler took the opportunity to complain.

"You can't say that." Cheng Enbo Zhu Ci shook his head slightly, "They are just mutual benefit."

Shaofu Jialing is the emperor's uncle, and Cheng Enbo is the emperor's little uncle.

A royal family kin, a foreign relative, the two have not been very good at dealing with each other since they were young.

Anything involving the family order of the Shaofu, the Zhu family is not afraid to speculate with the greatest maliciousness.

On the contrary, it was Cheng Enbo himself. As he grew older, he was really thinking about it.

The coachman drove around in a circle.

They entered the finishing site on the grounds of viewing the house.

The distance between the houses is very dense, and the housing area is relatively small. After all, they are cheap houses.

The houses are all brick and wood structure, with black bricks and black tiles, and reinforced with sandstone.

The house is not afraid of leaks in rainy days, and it is not afraid of wind leaks in winter, and it is strong.Good house!

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

"Is the old man fancy the house here?" the butler asked.

Cheng Enbo laughed, "How about the old man buying dozens of houses here and renting them out?"

"I'm afraid I can't rent it out."

"No, you are wrong. This place will flourish soon, and there is no need to worry about renting such a good house."

Gu Jiu didn't know that someone was eyeing her house to be the largest charter company in Beijing, trying to monopolize all the high-quality housing outside the Nancheng gate.