Right now.
To the north of Xichuan grassland, in a dark valley at the foot of Daqing Mountain.
About ten people gathered here, doing something sneaky.
Mahmud was among them, sitting at the head, surrounded by several people like stars surrounding the moon.
These people's faces were full of flattery, and they were afraid that their lack of attentiveness would anger Mahmud and make him ignore them.
Mahmud placed the bag of fine salt that Zhao Muyun gave him in front of everyone. When most people heard that this was the legendary fine salt, their eyes lit up with strange light.
Some people also questioned whether this was really fine salt, but they only dared to raise the question cautiously:
"Is this... is this really the legendary fine salt? Are you sure it's fine salt and not arsenic?"
"Haha, you and I have been friends for many years, how could I possibly cheat you? I spent a lot of money to get the connection with Dayin to get the supply of this high-quality fine salt."
"I have already been expelled from the King of Zhelan. If it weren't for the benefit of everyone, I wouldn't have risked my life to make this trip!"
Mahmud's performance at this time was textbook-level, and he portrayed the image of a man of affection and righteousness who shared happiness and shouldered difficulties alone to the fullest.
The people he called were immediately captivated by his acting skills which were totally unacted.
"Don't worry, you'll know whether it's salt or arsenic by just tasting it."
Mahmud was the first to stretch out his finger, dipped a lot of fine salt in it and put it into his mouth, with a look of intoxication and satisfaction on his face.
"It's really salt! Compared to the coarse salt we used before, it doesn't have that bitter taste. It's great."
"If I could eat salt like this in my lifetime, I would die without regrets!"
Flattery and praise were everywhere, making Mahmud feel a little flattered.
Before, he was just a minor official in charge of supervision under King Zhelan. Apart from a dozen flattering subordinates, there were thousands of Dayin slaves who hated him to the core.
Since being captured and surrendered by Zhao Muyun, Mahmud has been living cautiously.
It was not until Zhao Muyun asked him to come to the grassland to use his connections to open up sales channels for fine salt that Mahmud suddenly found the same feeling as before, even better than before.
"Just show your willingness and help me sell fine salt. I'll supply you with everything you need for 300 coins."
Mahmud calmly tripled the supply price Zhao Muyun gave him.
"What? Three hundred coins? Brother Mahmud, are you serious?"
When Mahmud announced the price, everyone present began to breathe rapidly and felt hot all over.
The supply price is three hundred wen, and then it is sold at six hundred wen. It is a sure profit and the profit is doubled. Only a fool would not do that!
What can you get from herding sheep and horses on the grassland these days?
"I swear to Eternal Heaven that the guarantee I just made is true, not a single word of it is false." Mahmud said seriously.
"Haha, don't we trust Brother Mahmud? Tell me, what do you want us to do?"
These more than ten people seemed to see the white silver waving to them, and they couldn't wait.
"Three hundred coins a pound is correct, but we don't want silver, we just want sheepskin or mutton."
Mahmud followed Zhao Muyun's instructions and said slowly, "Three hundred coins, three pounds of mutton or a piece of sheepskin will do!"
"No problem, it's just sheep, right? Sheep are the most abundant thing on the grassland!"
When more than ten people heard that Mahmud wanted mutton or sheepskin, they couldn't help but laugh.
If they really wanted to produce real money, they might not have it, but it would be easy for them to produce mutton and sheepskin.
"Okay, then it's settled. I will send a batch of fine salt here every month. Everyone can bring sheepskins and mutton to exchange for them. Salt is exchanged for goods." Mahmud made the final decision immediately.
"Let's all get rich together!"
The people Mahmud called were also beaming with joy, their excitement evident in their expressions.
After a while, Mahmud watched everyone leave, then quietly turned back and headed towards Yinzhou Prefecture.
The negotiations went so smoothly. The next step was to quickly transport Mr. Zhao's salt to the grassland and then distribute it.
Mahmud made two hundred coins from selling a pound of fine salt, and he felt so happy.
He would charge a premium for the sheepskins and mutton he collected.
That is to say, you can exchange a pound of fine salt from Beidi for a sheepskin, and then use the sheepskin to exchange for three pounds of fine salt from Zhao Muyun.
If you keep going back and forth like this, wouldn’t your personal wealth grow like a snowball?
Mahmud swallowed and then suppressed the thought of seeking personal benefit.
This is doing things for Lord Zhao, and he only takes what he deserves.
Everything else should be handed over to Lord Zhao.
......
at this time.
Zhao Muyun, who was in Yinzhou Prefecture, naturally had no idea about the changes in Mahmud's heart.
He asked Mahmud to take fine salt to the grassland to find distributors, which was the prelude to the economic war against the Northern Di.
Although he had been in the army in his previous life, he had not been out of touch with the times, and he was familiar with the routines of certain troops and regiments.
First, they use low prices to cultivate consumption habits, and then when the time is right and dependence is generated, they wave their hands and harvest the leeks.
In addition, the practice of only collecting sheepskins and mutton would cause the Beidi people to raise sheep vigorously in order to continue to eat fine salt.
The sharp increase in sheep populations will reduce the breeding of horses and will also unknowingly damage the grassland ecological environment.
The key to economic warfare is to infiltrate slowly without the other party noticing, and by the time the other party finally realizes it, they have already become economically dependent.
The economy of the Northern Di people is under control. If they continue to play by the rules of international trade, they will only become suppliers of cheap raw materials.
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