After the western Sichuan merchant who was selling goods left, the next one was taken to the tent was a waste collector.

Now, when the merchants in western Sichuan met the Qing army officials, they just bowed their fists and didn't bow to Deng Ming, and naturally they wouldn't kowtow to these defeated generals on the battlefield of the Western Sichuan Army; and Gao Mingzhan, Wang Mingde and others could only ignore this. They now understand the unruly and have begun to gradually adapt to it. The most important thing is that since they are unable to compete on the battlefield, they can only tolerate the other's arrogance and even comfort each other, at least the people in western Sichuan will bow to them.

This western Sichuan businessman had a firm pace and looked powerful. Gao Mingzhan only glanced at him and judged that the other party was a soldier, and he should be a good soldier. There were so many strange things in western Sichuan. Gao Mingzhan heard that Deng Ming asked a large number of soldiers to leave the army to farm and do business. He felt that Deng Ming could do such a thing throughout the ages and the present. What was abominable is that even though Deng Ming did this, he could still beat Gao Mingzhan to the point of falling.

Gao Mingzhan held the business card he had just handed in and said, "Chengdu Waste Recycling Company?"

"It's just a despicable act." Gao Mingzhan guessed that this businessman was a combat soldier in the Battle of Gaoyou Lake, but he was not a regular army. After killing Emperor Shunzhi, he asked for his wife and retired from the army, and obtained his own land according to the rules. Over the past year, he was also itchy when he saw his comrades who were constantly doing business became rich. Not long ago, more than a dozen comrades in Gaoyou Lake all sold their land, raised money to start a business, and borrowed a sum of money from Yu Youming's Industrial Bank. Because they were all veterans, the bank would also reduce some interest.

Liu Jinge suggested to start this waste recycling business. He found that the industry seemed to be profitable, so he actively encouraged Chengdu people to join in and help them obtain loans. Liu Jinge believes that this will increase his reputation among fellow scholars in Chengdu and thus win part of the Chengdu parliament from the Qingcheng faction.

"Then who are in front of Chongqing now?" Gao Mingzhan was a little confused. He thought that those who were calling for waste recycling were all under Deng Ming's subordinates, not to mention that many of them looked like the same soldiers as the one in front of him.

"They are waste recycling companies in Xuzhou." The merchant replied loudly. Some people in Xuzhou took advantage of the opportunity of being close and well-informed to set up waste recycling companies first. They not only paid taxes to Xuzhou, but also created more job opportunities for Xuzhou, but also sold the recycled materials to merchants in Xuzhou. After Chengdu figured out the profits here, they became jealous and wanted to get a share of the pie. It was precisely because of this call that Liu Jinge specially helped Chengdu waste recycling companies get a loan.

"Aren't you Admiral Deng's people? Are they?" Gao Mingzhan didn't understand why Deng Ming had to send two groups of people to do the same thing.

"We are all Admiral Deng..." The merchant in Chengdu replied. It took him a long time to explain to Gao Mingzhan, Wang Mingde and others to understand that although there was the opportunity to purchase waste, Deng Ming did not assign this job to anyone. As long as he was a fellow scholar from western Sichuan, he had the power to compete fairly: "Since it is waste recycling, of course the price cannot be very high. But with our participation, it will definitely make the scrap copper and iron a little valuable, which is beneficial to the generals and the subordinates of the generals."

The acquisition price is too high, so the scrap recycling shop in Chengdu is not profitable. After all, they are farther from Xuzhou to Chongqing. But despite this, Chengdu merchants can probably increase the acquisition price - this transaction is a profit-making industry. If it weren't for huge profits, they wouldn't have come all the way. Why should they take the risk of selling land and borrowing money if they can't make a lot of money?

However, the Chengdu merchant did not tell the truth to Gao Mingzhan. He had no intention of engaging in a price war with the people of Xuzhou. If both sides compete viciously, they would not make money. The merchants of Xuzhou have more advantages and Chengdu would suffer a greater loss. Therefore, before coming in to meet Gao Mingzhan, the Chengdu merchants had already discussed with the merchants of Xuzhou. That is, the two sides did not engage in a price war of both sides, but divided the scope of goods. In order to prevent Chengdu people from competing desperately, the merchants of Xuzhou had to restrain their desire to possess, give up some of the market, and agreed to sell some of the goods they purchased to the Chengdu people at a low price. They also signed an agreement, and any breach of contract could be accused of compensation from the criminal prosecutor.

While speaking, the Chengdu man handed over his scrap quotation. Gao Mingzhan swept around and found that there was not much difference from the quotation in Xuzhou. However, there were several types of scraps placed in the front row by Chengdu people - they were all "scrap" types that Gao Mingzhan could not understand.

After Gao Mingzhan read out these things, Wang Mingde and Li Defu were also confused. They could understand the words they read separately, but they didn't know what they were.

"What is this fresh horse meat?" Gao Mingzhan chose a "scrap type" that seems to be the best understanding. At first glance, it seems that this thing is not difficult to understand, but after careful consideration, he found that there is a weirdness everywhere - horse meat, which still needs to be fresh. Does this thing exist? And how could it be considered a waste? The most important thing is that Gao Mingzhan also found that the price of this kind of waste is very high.

"Well, Governor Gao Mingxing..." Chengdu people explained patiently that since the people of Xuzhou came to Chongqing to collect waste, the death rate of the Qing army's war horses and horse-drawn horses suddenly increased. Of course, there is a reason.

In the past, when in Shaanxi, Qing soldiers could embezzle horses' fodder silver, but when they arrived in Chongqing, they did not issue horse fodder silver, but directly distributed beans and wheat. The soldiers had no silver to embezzle. At most, they were lazy and less likely to cut some grass or eat some horse food. But now, after the waste is recycled, the soldiers can sell all the horse's harness and horse's hooves when the horse dies, and they can also sell the leather and tail of the dead horse.

It was too conspicuous to sell war horses directly, and Xuzhou did not have its own horse shop, so there was no need for it. However, there were horse shops in Chengdu, and merchants in Chengdu found that as time went by, the Qing army in Chongqing became more and more courageous, so merchants in Chengdu hoped that Gao Mingzhan could sell the still-living horses to him as scrap. However, of course, this could not be written on the contract, so Governor Gao would not be caught by others, so the people in Chengdu invented the word "fresh horse meat".

"Living horse, yes, the meat is of course fresh." Gao Mingzhan muttered.

However, everyone present admitted that this was a tempting proposal. They thought that they could not defeat the Ming army in western Sichuan anyway, and that if they were caught, they would have to spend money to redeem the mount. If they didn't pay the ransom, they would give it to Deng Ming for free. It would be better to sell it to those who collect waste now and get some money. Once people are trapped in the quagmire of sin, they will always fall deeper and deeper. The rapid depravity of these people in Chongqing is beyond Li Guoying's imagination.

"The Governor must have taken us back to Baoning. Are you afraid that there will be no horses when you return to Baoning?" Wang Mingde directly discussed with Gao Mingzhan in front of a merchant in Chengdu: "There will definitely be a horse that will die on the way back. It would be better to sell it as fresh horse meat now. No one will buy the horse meat that died on the road."

"Even if our horses are not dead, if the Eight Banners soldiers die, the Governor will give them our horses." Li Defu also began to express his opinions, as if he would start to withdraw his troops tomorrow and return to Baoning: "It's better to sell waste, so that people can take them away in vain. Anyway, if you take such a two-step path, you won't die."

Gao Mingzhan and Wang Mingde both nodded and said yes. Anyway, their subordinates were going to walk, so it would be better to sell their mounts in advance. As for the general's mount, the Eight Banners must be embarrassed to get it.

Chongqing cannot defeat the Western Sichuan Army now, but it cannot retreat. The Qing army is completely desperate for victory from top to bottom, so it is only left to think about how to make itself better - there seems to be nothing else to do except process jewelry and sell waste.

Businessmen in Chengdu are willing to spend money to buy the "fresh horse meat" in the hands of these generals, and hope that Jintangmen will sell fresh horse meat to soldiers in the future or pretend that they are invisible to death.

"You buy the dead horse and buy it. I will not interfere." Wang Mingde, who guarded the Jintang Gate, and Li Defu, who was in charge of Futu Pass, both gave the same guarantee. They were already planning to sell all the horses in their hands, just sending servants to watch their mounts. The horses sold by soldiers privately to merchants in Sichuan could only be stolen from other camps, so what harm would they do?

After discussing this kind of goods, Gao Mingzhan pointed to the next item and asked: "What is this 'moldy firewood'?"

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On November 20, Huang Feigang boarded the boat with his companions, leaning on the side of the boat and looking at the mountains of Sichuan. After passing through Kuimen and entering Sichuan, the road became increasingly difficult to walk. Many people began to complain, thinking that they had been deceived by the Ming army. There were no plains here, it was obviously steep mountains. Fortunately, people from Chengdu and Xuzhou kept inspiring the immigrants, assuring them that they were not far from their destination, and that they would definitely see large areas of arable land at that time.

Because the road is difficult and the immigrants have been traversing mountains and rivers for several months, now men take turns to get on the boat to rest to ensure that they are healthy and not fall ill before reaching the finish line.

"There is Chongqing ahead!" The Xuzhou guide on the same boat said to Huang Feigang and others: "This place is still in the hands of the Qing army for the time being."

Are there any Tartars here? Huang Feigang and others were extremely surprised.

The guide Geng Yunlin repeatedly assured that there was only a short tenth of the road left to Deng Ming's base. It has been a long time since I saw the Qing army, and I didn't expect that there was another Qing army so close to the destination. Moreover, the immigrants found that the people in western Sichuan seemed to be accustomed to calling opponents by the Qing army, whether they were soldiers or officials.

At this time, in Chongqing, thousands of Qing soldiers were working hard to process jade. Some soldiers were running back and forth in bamboo baskets, transporting rough stones and roughly processed blanks. The servants of the superiors patroled around to ensure that no one was cheating.
Chapter completed!