"Sit down and say slowly, are you exhausted from squatting on the dock for a day?" Changsun Hong took out a piece of thousand-layer cake from his pocket like a magic trick, and handed it to the dog with a smile: "This is Li Wen and the others' snack at noon. I'll leave one, try it quickly."

The dog's eyes lit up, and it took a bite. The crispy and delicious thousand-layer cake was full of fragrance when it was in the mouth. The small walnuts and honey mixed with it were so sweet that it made people feel weak all over. This little snack is really not covered.

After eating a few bites, the dog bulged his cheeks and handed the rest to Changsun Hong, and said vaguely: "You can eat a few bites too."

Changsun Hong smiled and pushed his hand back, saying, "I've eaten it and ate a lot in the school. This is for you. Eat slowly and don't choke. This thing is blocking your throat."

The dog smiled silly and stuffed a large piece of thousand-layer cake into his big mouth, like a fruit-eating squirrel, stretching his mouth round, chewing it hard for a few bites, swallowing it hard.

Seeing his eyes rolling, Changsun Hong quickly poured him a few sips of water, patted him on the back and chest, and it took him a long time to recover.

After a loud hiccup, the dog picked the teeth with his little fingers satisfied and began to talk about the serious matters.

"As you told me, I went to the dock early this morning, squatting outside the fence and looking carefully, and meticulously remembering the types of cargoes that came out of the dock and entered the dock, and recorded them all."

He took out a piece of paper, which was full of writing and painting, and he had a lot of pen and ink.

Changsun Hong took it over and saw it, laughing and sighed sincerely: "Gozi, you are such a genius, only you can think of this method."

On that piece of paper, there were very organized lines full of horizontal lines and figures representing the types of goods, including cloth, paper, grain, rice, and cooking wine jars. Although the drawing was not very good, it was very vivid and with stiff strokes, people could tell what was drawn at a glance.

Those horizontal lines naturally indicate quantity. Dogzi is illiterate and writes his own name, Li Gui, and Changsun Hong has tried his best to teach him. Now he can't draw well, let alone capital Chinese characters. However, Dogzi has a way. He draws a horizontal line in a truckload of goods, and counts the lines at a glance.

The dog was a little nervous, afraid that Changsun Hong would blame him for his poor work, so he asked timidly: "How? Erlang, can you still understand it? If you don't understand, I'll tell you."

"No need, you're doing a good job." Changsun Hong praised, making the dog laugh happily: "You rest, let me take a closer look and think about it."

In fact, it doesn't take long for him to think about it. Dogzi's drawing charts are already very telling. You can see the whole view. On the dozens of lines of paper up and down, there are only a few horizontal lines behind the top rows. The ones below represent the type of graphics, there are few horizontal lines, and the ones above have much more horizontal lines.

"It turns out that the goods that went out were mainly grain, tea, cloth and paper." Changsun Hong knocked on the table with his fingers, his expression was serious and he thought seriously. When thinking about problems, he tapped the table with his fingers. This was a habit he developed in his previous life.

"The shipments are all salt, department stores, and daily necessities, with different types and small quantities. It seems that the regional closure in this era has a great impact on business. Shuzhong's economy is self-sufficient, and it is difficult for foreign products to open up the market here."

Changsun Hong frowned and fell into deep thought: "The products delivered are mostly made of grain. Grain merchants have been making money since ancient times, and it seems that they are indeed worth it."

"But the cost of doing this business is large, and it has already formed a scale. Various grain merchants have monopolized the market. If they want to make it in, it is impossible without the protection of the big boss. If they use open and dark means, they can kill the novice in minutes."

"There is also the cloth. Shu brocade is famous all over the world and is very popular in the south. The workshops are mainly concentrated in the Chengdu Prefecture area. I heard that Jinguancheng has tens of thousands of looms, and the supply is in short supply and the price is considerable. One trip can be enough for a year."

"But Hezhou's industry is underdeveloped and there are not many weaving farms. Compared with the fleets coming from Chengdu Prefecture, not only does the output be low, but the quality is also low. The weaver's craftsmanship is also a problem. It is difficult to match Chengdu Prefecture, which has a developed textile industry in a short period of time."

"As for tea and wine, it is sold by officials. Where can ordinary people penetrate it? Smuggling and selling make a considerable profit, but isn't that the same as selling private salt? The risk is too great."

Changsun Hong's eyes swept across the paper one by one, and kept shaking his head. There were so many businesses, but it was difficult to choose. It was too difficult to make a decision on which line he should buy.

It is really not easy for a twelve-year-old boy to get rich and start a career without a big capital or a strong backstage.

"It seems that there is only paper." Changsun Hong's eyes were fixed on the fifth line, where the dog used his poor painting skills to draw the shape of a piece of paper, followed by seven horizontal lines, indicating that today one day, seven trucks of paper were shipped to the dock for shipment.

The price of paper varies from variety to variety in the Southern Song Dynasty. There are also expensive and low-cost ones. For example, Xuanzhou Xuan paper is a paper that scholars like to use. It is smooth and tough, moderate ink absorption, and has a relatively high price. Xie Gongshu from Chengdu Prefecture is as smooth as snow and has a complex manufacturing process, so it is more expensive; other rough papers, Yuan Shu paper, cotton paper, velvet paper, etc., are both expensive and cheap.

In general, Sichuan middle-class bamboo has rich raw materials, strong craftsmanship, low cost, and many famous paper brands made. It is sold in various places and has a very market. Whether it is printing workshops or pen and ink clubs, they like to buy Sichuan paper. First, it is cheap, and second, the quality is also good.

Hezhou's paper is mainly velvet paper, which is made of wood pulp mixed with mulberry peel, mountain peel and other bast fibers. The paper is flexible, thin and porous, and is not the best product for writing, but the price is cheap, so it can also be sold well in other places.

"But compared with the paper coming from Chengdu Prefecture in the upstream direction, it is much worse." Changsun Hong recalled the fleet on the river that he saw on the dock a few days ago, including many paper transporters and transits, which was much larger than those who went out in Hezhou.

The company that Changsun Hong worked for later generations was a large multinational company and involved many industries. As a middle-level manager, one of his business was papermaking.

He looked over and over for a long time, thought for a long time, and finally stopped and kept tapping his fingers on the tabletop, patted him heavily, and scolded him lightly: "It's it! A woman is afraid of marrying a wrong man and entering the wrong career. It's better to pick familiar ones than to start from scratch."

He remembered Ran Pu's words when he was in school again, and couldn't help but laugh, looked up at Fang Liang and said, "Ran Pu, Ran Pu, your paper businessman, it's your blessing to meet me!"
Chapter completed!