Daily Life In Qin Dynasty Chapter 142

  Chapter 142 Huh? ? ?

  The newly opened [Baichuan Restaurant] in Xianyang is naturally the work of Mr. Mo.

  It's just that Mo Jun's main purpose of opening this restaurant is not to make money, but to advertise Hanzhong County.

   Now on the Qinling Mountains, although [Qinping Avenue] has been opened up, not many people know about it.

  If the normal trajectory is followed, it is basically impossible for this news to spread throughout Xianyang, and even the entire Qin State, within a year or two.

   After all, in this era of traveling by walking and shouting at people, the speed of news transmission is not fast.

  In addition, the Qinling Mountains area is not a frequent route for businessmen. If there is not enough temptation, most businessmen may not necessarily go to Qinling Mountains once in their lifetime.

  So if Mr. Mo wants to develop Hanzhong, he must first let these businessmen know the existence of [Qin Ping Avenue].

  The reason why these exotic 'fruits and vegetables' were used as bait was originally the plan that Mo Jun made at the beginning. Long before the spring planting this year, Mo Jun had already distributed a large number of vegetable seeds to the people of Hanzhong.

  Nowadays, the vegetables in all parts of Hanzhong are mature. After all these vegetables are sold, it will be a new income for the people of Hanzhong.

  As for the 'heating' and 'bath' on the third and fourth floors of [Baichuan Restaurant], as well as the so-called 'invitation letter' on the fifth floor, it's actually just a gimmick.

  After all, this restaurant is located in the capital of Qin State, and it is also the most prosperous DC area in Xianyang. If you don't buy something that looks tall, the guests here may not be willing to come in.

  As for the profit of the restaurant itself, Mo Jun's requirements are also very simple, as long as it does not lose too much.

   A few days later.

   Line after line of convoys slowly appeared in front of the entrance of Qinping Avenue.

  Most of these convoys have one thing in common, that is, the number of carriages is extremely large, but the cargo on each cart is very small, generally only about three or four hundred catties.

  This is crossing the Qinling Mountains...

No.

   To be precise, it should be the standard equipment for caravans to cross the Qinling Mountains in the past, because the "Shu Road" in the past was winding and narrow, and the road was difficult and dangerous. If there were too many goods on a carriage, many places could not be crossed at all.

  So in the past, merchants generally seldom went to Hanzhong, because the time and energy consumed on the journey and the freight cost were too high. The profits of most goods could not be worth the cost of crossing the Qinling Mountains.

  If it weren't for the temptation of the 'business opportunity' thrown out by Mr. Mo this time, these people might not be willing to take the risk to go to Hanzhong.

   But even so.

  The real goal of these merchants' trip is not some 'exotic vegetables', but the seeds of these vegetables.

  Because the shelf life of fresh vegetables is not long, and it is estimated that it will take at least five or six days for the caravan to cross the Qinling Mountains once, even if the journey goes smoothly.

  Back to Xianyang from Hanzhong, these fresh vegetables are probably rotten.

above.

   They are all businessmen who went to Hanzhong on this trip, the original idea.

   But when they came to the entrance of [Qin Ping Avenue], a group of people were stunned instantly.

   "This... When did this place have such a road?"

   "The ground material of this road feels very similar to the floor of [Baichuan Restaurant]!"

   "Is it possible that this road can go straight to Hanzhong?"

   A group of businessmen couldn't help but start to get restless.

But at this moment, I only heard a loud roar coming from the front: "I want to pass through [Qinping Avenue], come here to pay the money, one person for one pass, five for horses, and ten for carriages. If you take it with you Goods under 50 catties are free, and those exceeding the weight will be charged according to the weight."

  The person who opened the mouth in front is the 'toll collector' here.

   Hear the sound.

  The group of businessmen hesitated for a moment, then walked over and asked, "Can this road lead to Hanzhong?"

  The toll collector glanced at them and said: "Currently [Qinping Avenue] can go directly to Hanzhong. In the second half of next year, or the first half of the year after next, Qinping Avenue will connect to Bashu."

   "Bashu?"

  The businessman who spoke couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

  He obviously didn't expect that, he just asked if there was a direct connection to Hanzhong, but he didn't expect that the "toll collector" actually revealed another more exciting news.

   After a brief silence.

  Not only the businessman who asked the question, but even the other businessmen in the queue at the back exploded in an instant.

   "Bashu? There is actually a direct connection to Bashu?"

"How can it be."

   "It can't be true! If this is the case, doesn't it mean that we can go directly to the land of Bashu to do business in the future?"

  But it is impossible for any qualified businessman in Qin to be unaware of the business opportunities in Bashu.

  As the granary of the Qin State, the land of Bashu is not only cheap, but also has a vast land and abundant resources, full of infinite possibilities.

  It's just that in the past, Qinling Mountains, Micang Mountains, and Daba Mountains have always stood in front of everyone, so countless Qin businessmen can only sit and watch Jinshan, but there is nothing they can do.

   But if it is true what the "toll collector" in front of him said, a road leading to Bashu will be built in the future, then the wealth represented behind it is enough to make one's heart beat faster just thinking about it.

   "You mean what you say?"

  A businessman couldn't help but excitedly said.

  The toll collector rolled his eyes and said, "Nonsense, Mr. Sheng Ping personally supervised the construction of this avenue. Do you think he would deceive people like you?"

   "Okay, don't waste my time here, pay if you want to cross the road, but just get out of the way, don't delay others."

  Hearing the name of Mr. Shengping mentioned by the toll collector, these businessmen also quickly calmed down.

Again.

  Those who are able to do business in Xianyang today are almost all backed by certain forces.

  So these businessmen have more or less understanding of the current situation in Xianyang. If it were someone else who said they wanted to build a road to the sky among the precipitous peaks of the Qinling Mountains, they might still be a little skeptical.

  But if this road is really written by Mr. Shengping, then there is a high probability that this news is true.

   This is the end of the thought.

  Although these businessmen have calmed down on the surface, they not only failed to calm down in their hearts, but became more excited and excited.

   Everyone paid the toll in turn.

  The toll standard set by Mr. Mo is not high. These merchants each carry about ten carriages, and each carriage has about three or four hundred catties (Qin Jinliang) of goods.

  On average, the tolls paid by each person are only less than two hundred dollars.

   This may be a huge sum of money for ordinary people.

   But for these businessmen, it is completely a drop in the bucket.

  After all, from the very beginning, Mo Jun built this road for the purpose of diverting people from Hanzhong, not for profit.

  When the flow of people attracted by Hanzhong is large enough, these people themselves will become Mo Jun's greatest wealth.

   Walk along Qinping Avenue.

   The speed of the convoy and the carriage is basically not much different.

   Only three hours.

  More than a dozen businessmen led their respective convoys and entered the territory of Hanzhong.

   Seeing such a speed of travel, these businessmen themselves couldn't help being shocked.

too fast.

   This speed is faster than their driving on flat ground. After all, even on flat muddy land, there will occasionally be some potholes.

  In order to prevent damage to the goods, most merchants have to slow down when encountering such a road.

  However, when driving on this [Qinping Avenue], there is no such worry at all, and the whole journey is unbelievably flat.

   "Huh? Are you a traveling merchant from another place?"

  A dozen businessmen had just entered the territory of Hanzhong. Before they had walked for a long time, they saw a group of dark, dusty workers in coarse linen clothes, carrying various tools such as hoes and copper shovels, walking towards them.

   These are road workers who have just finished work.

  With the end of the autumn harvest, the second half of the [Qinping Avenue] leading to Bashu began to be constructed again.

   "Yes, we are all merchants who just came from other places."

  Seeing someone asking, a group of businessmen smiled almost subconsciously.

  Businessman is a profession of "greeting with a smiling face, peace is the most precious". Except for a few idiots, most businessmen will still maintain a very friendly attitude even when facing poorly dressed farmers.

  No matter what he thinks in his heart, there is absolutely no flaw on the surface.

   This is a kind of professionalism of a businessman.

  The road repair workers who had just got off work didn't think too much, they just walked around to the back of the convoy and asked, "What goods have you brought?"

  A businessman said with a smile: "They are all ordinary cloth, fur and other goods. Isn't it going to winter soon? Just take this opportunity to earn some money for firewood."

  The road builder nodded in agreement and said, "Speaking of which, my family just ran out of cloth recently. Not long ago, my wife was clamoring for some cloth to sew some winter clothes for the children at home?"

   "Since I happened to meet you today, why not just buy some!"

   "How do you sell the cloth here?"

  The businessman came over, lifted the cover behind a carriage, took out a piece of cloth, and said with a smile, "This is linen woven by Nanjun. You can buy two feet for only one big money..."

  Before the businessman finished speaking, the road repair worker shook his head and said, "This kind of burlap is fine in summer, but it's too thin in winter. Do you have any thicker fabric here?"

  When the businessman heard this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

  When will these farmers planing in the soil care about fabrics? Haven't these guys always been able to afford the lowest grade of burlap?

  Although he was a little surprised in his heart, the businessman didn't show any emotion on his face. He just smiled and put away the burlap, and then took out another piece of cloth with obviously finer and thicker weaving.

   "Then what do you think of this kind of fabric? It's made of fine linen, and it's woven in three layers. Both the feel and the thickness are several times stronger than the fabric just now."

  The road builder squeezed his hand, then nodded in satisfaction, and said, "That's right, that's it. How do you sell this kind of fabric?"

  The businessman smiled and said: "The price of this kind of fabric will be a little higher. It takes three big coins to buy a foot. If you really want to buy it, I can give you a cheaper price."

   This price is actually not too low. One foot of Qin State is about 23.3 centimeters for later generations, and an adult needs at least seven or eight feet of fabric to make a suit of clothes.

   This is more than 20 big coins, which is almost the price of half a stone of grain.

  Generally, thick fabrics like this can only be afforded by wealthy households in ordinary households. Ordinary farmers spend the winter basically using whatever fabrics they can buy, and they have no qualifications to choose at all.

  Originally, this businessman introduced this kind of fabric to road construction workers entirely out of professionalism. In fact, he didn't really expect the "shabby" farmer in front of him to buy it.

But what he didn't expect, just after he finished speaking, he heard the road builder say: "The price is quite suitable, okay, this is the fabric, you can cut it for me... I think Let's cut two feet in one go!"

   Cloth seller: "Oh???"

  (end of this chapter)

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