"Selling livestock?" The second generation of Mongolian nobles were full of curiosity and interest in this business.
They gathered around Zhu Cizhuo and began to listen attentively.
Zhu Cizhuo went on to say: "There is a characteristic of the Central Plains: there is a lot of land that can be cultivated! However, many people cannot afford to buy oxen and mules and horses, so they can only rely on manual labor. Not only is it time-consuming and laborious, it will also delay the solar terms and affect the harvest!"
"And the herdsmen in your tribe have cattle and horses, which can be sold to the people in the Central Plains."
"Brother," a Mongolian boy raised his right hand high, "Border trade has been going on all the time. The people of our tribe exchange cattle and sheep for food and other supplies from merchants. Isn't it a bit late for us to get involved now?"
Bang!
Another Mongolian boy next to him slapped the man on the back of the head and said, "Brother, we are talking about business, don't interrupt."
"I don't!"
"Still stubborn!"
Bang, another slap.
Seeing that the man stopped talking, the Mongolian brother who beat him said to Zhu Ci Zhao flatteringly: "Brother, please continue!"
Zhu Cizhuo was amused by their behavior. He said with a smile, "Stop fighting and talk about business."
"Brother, you say, we are all listening."
Zhu Cizhuo put away his smile and said, "Of course I know about border trade. The essence of border trade is still business. And doing border business is a very complicated matter. Money alone is not enough. You also need to master a trade route to make big money."
"We have money but no people and no routes! So we can't do border trade."
"Ah?" All the Mongolian brothers were stunned.
We neither do business as shops nor engage in border trade.
How to sell livestock?
We can't let these nobles go and sell the goods themselves, can we?
In the puzzled eyes of the crowd, Zhu Cizhuo said mysteriously: "We don't do business for ordinary people, but for merchants."
"Doing business as a businessman?" Everyone's eyes became more confused and they didn't understand anymore.
"Yes," Zhu Ci Zhao nodded seriously. "Before the border trade, you are responsible for counting the types and quantities of materials needed by the herdsmen. And I will count the number of livestock that people from all over the Central Plains intend to buy."
"Wait a minute, big brother," a Mongolian younger brother interrupted Zhu Ci Zhao, "The needs of herders on the grassland are easy to count. All we need to do is compile statistics from each tribe. The Central Plains is so large, how can we count how many livestock the people are going to buy?"
"The village head will collect statistics on whether each village has a demand for purchasing livestock, and then report it to the county, which will then report it to the post office. We buy this information in the name of paying taxes and then sell it to merchants. This way, when merchants go to the border, they can know what materials are in short supply, and when they return, they can also know where the people need livestock the most."
"The herders then exchanged their livestock for the supplies they wanted to buy, and the merchants took the livestock back to the Central Plains and sold them to the people. The people bought livestock to farm the land, and we made money, while the Post Office collected taxes."
“Everyone is happy!”
The eyes of the Mongolian brothers began to light up.
Although many of the younger ones among them did not understand, they saw the light in the eyes of their older companions and began to shine with them.
"Wait a minute, big brother," another Mongolian brother raised his right hand seeking knowledge.
"Speak." Zhu Cizhao said with a smile.
"It takes at least half a year for merchants to go back and forth! Will the people in the Central Plains be impatient and buy livestock from other places? In this way, the livestock that merchants have brought back with great difficulty will have no market, resulting in losses. Over time, more merchants will lose money, and no one will be willing to buy information from us."
"Or, merchants may bypass us and buy information directly from the county or state. If we spend money to buy information from the post office, we will lose sales and lose money."
Zhu Ci Zhao smiled faintly: "It's not that simple!"
"Buying livestock is a big deal for the people. Many people will consider it for a long time, half a year, a year or even two years. As for bypassing us, it is even more impossible. The county directly connects to the Post Office. There are more than a thousand counties in the Ming Dynasty. Those merchants can't spend more than a thousand dollars to buy information, right?"
"What if they follow our example and buy information from the Postal Service?" someone worried, "or if the officials of the Postal Service leak the information deliberately, our losses will be huge!"
"No one will follow suit in the short term. If someone does, the first to oppose it will probably be the businessmen." Zhu Cizhao narrowed his eyes.
"Merchant?" Everyone was puzzled.
"Yes, for example! Statistics from the Post Office show that Tianjin needs a large number of oxen, so merchants flock to Tianjin to sell them. As a result, there are too many merchants selling oxen, so they can't get a good price, and sometimes even have to lose money to sell them."
Zhu Ci Zhao paused and continued, "So there can only be one source of information, and we need to control the number of merchants who go to a certain place to sell oxen. Only in this way can the merchants make a profit."
"As for the issue of information leaks, that's easy to deal with! If it really happens, I will ask my father to send the Pacification Bureau to investigate!"
When they heard the word "Zhenfusi", everyone present swallowed their saliva.
After only a few months in Beijing, they had already fully understood the capabilities of the Pacification Office.
"Brother, your idea is great. Let's toast to you!"
"Come on, come on, cheers!"
As the cups were passed around, everyone on the cruise ship got drunk.
After sobering up the next day, Zhu Cizhou immediately put this idea on paper and asked Chongzhen for instructions.
When Chongzhen received Zhu Cizhou's letter, he was stunned.
After a long time, he put down the letter and muttered to himself, "This kid actually thought of doing B2B. It's really beyond my expectation!"
"Your Majesty, what is currency...spitting out currency? Is it a divine beast?" Wang Chengen asked in confusion.
In his opinion, only mythical beasts can spit out coins.
"It's not important!" Chongzhen waved his hand and said, "Prince Yong has a good idea. You can give this letter to the Imperial Household Department and the Cabinet and let them take a look. If it works, you can try it. If it doesn't, tell me your reason."
"yes."
Wang Chengen forwarded the letter to the Imperial Household Department as quickly as possible.
Gao Shiming, the seal holder of the Imperial Household Department, came to the cabinet with the letter.
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