Yang Shaofeng looked at Zhu Zhanji with a confused look and said, "Who pays for how much money? Wine is sold at a high price, salt is sold at a high price. Then subsidize the beef and mutton they purchased. At least the Tatars cannot feel at a loss. Do you understand?"

Zhu Zhanji keenly grasped the two keywords of salt and beef and mutton, and said suspiciously: "You plan to sell salt? Also, are you still planning to buy cows?"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "Since you came to my house, I have two cows in my house that are too impressed. If this continues, how many cows do I have to raise at home? Is it costing to raise cattle?"

Zhu Zhanji snorted coldly: "There are two cows in your house that can't be understood, but you make them unable to think about it, so they fall to death. It's obviously because you want to eat beef, what does it have to do with me?"

Yang Shaofeng said seriously: "It is something that no one can deny that good cows can come out on the grassland. The key is that the weather on the grassland is changing, especially in winter. Once there is a white disaster, large areas of cattle and sheep will die and be wasted.

With the Ming imperialist sentiment that cared for the vassal tribes, shouldn’t it be appropriate for us to buy their cattle and sheep? I am so moved that I just think about it like this!"

Zhu Zhanji snorted coldly and said, "You are just for eating meat!"

Yang Shaofeng shouted: "How can you defame people innocence out of thin air? This is a great thing to care about the vassal states. How can I say I want to eat beef?"

Then there were a lot of difficult words, such as if there were cows in the farm and they would fall to death, the government should ask about it, and if the beef on the grassland was more delicious, it would not violate the Ming Dynasty law. The atmosphere became cheerful for a moment.

After laughing a few times, Zhu Zhanji said, "What's going on selling salt? Selling salt to the Tatars? Are you planning to sell iron pots or something?"

Yang Shaofeng looked at Zhu Zhanji with the look of a fool and said, "Can iron be sold? You don't know what that thing can do. If you sell that thing to the grassland, do you want me to be dried by His Majesty on the city gate?"

Zhu Zhanji sneered: "You know that iron cannot be sold? What about salt? Besides, will the Tatars trade with you so honestly? No monsters will appear?"

Yang Shaofeng shook his head and said, "Revise you first. The exact words are the grassland, or the Tatars and Oirat tribes, not the Tatars.

If we are doing business now, then this market is our seller's market. We say we want to sell things to the Oirats by the way. Arutai disagrees, so he can stop doing business with us and wait for the Ming Dynasty to beat him up."

Zhu Zhanji, whose thinking was obviously led to go astray, shook his head and said, "No, it should be that we are doing business with Alutai, and then secretly support Mahamu, and then provoke them in the middle.

Didn’t Mr. Huang learn that he can easily make the difference, and one is difficult to draw.

You do business with both of them at the same time. What if these two companies abandon their past grudges and make peace again?"

Yang Shaofeng sneered: "What are you talking nonsense? As a country above the Celestial Empire, how can I secretly provoke vassal states to fight each other? Don't mention this matter again!"

Seeing Zhu Zhanji's confused look, Yang Shaofeng continued: "Treat it equally. Both families raise sheep manure, which is different from cow manure, which can make the land rich. Sheep manure that has not been fermented cannot be used directly as fertilizer. Apart from burning the ground force, it is afraid that it will have no other effect.

There are also two companies that need to sell salt. As for some bad things that some bad merchants have mixed into it, who can tell them correctly? Anyway, our Ming Dynasty merchants have their consciences that are eaten by dogs, and few are good things."

Zhu Zhanji was still confused: "Do you dare to say more details?"

Yang Shaofeng spread his hands and said, "I dare not, God knows this, the earth knows it, Your Majesty can know, I can know, and the person who executes it can also know it, but you can't.

But what I can tell you is that as long as this salt flows into the grassland, the grassland in more than ten years will never pose a threat to my Ming Dynasty again."

Zhu Zhanji said suspiciously: "So, you sell wine at a high price to subsidize the losses caused by purchasing cattle and sheep. On the surface, it is because you are greedy for verbalism, or you want to make profits from cattle and sheep, but your real purpose is to bring this salt to the grassland?"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "Of course, our silk is also a good thing. We can sell it to their nobles, and then buy wool from their herders to make it into blankets and then sell it to their herders. The same is true for the beef and mutton we purchased. Process it and sell it back, so that they can become low-end suppliers. It seems that there is no problem."

Zhu Zhanji suddenly shouted, "I remembered it."

Yang Shaofeng said in a daze: "What have you remembered? Is this shocking and deceitful person still able to speak well?"

Zhu Zhanji said: "I suddenly remembered that what you are doing now is like what you used to say about those Confucian scholars in the capital, which is the kind of person who wants to be sisters and set up arches."

...

Yang Shaofeng suddenly wanted to slap himself in the mouth, and told Zhu Zhanji that these things were done, and that all the kids were taken away!

After coming back to his senses, Yang Shaofeng said: "No, this is different. We care about the vassal states and are a real thing that will benefit them. It is different from those Confucian scholars who stroll around the Qinhuai River."

He didn't answer Yang Shaofeng's words at all, but Zhu Zhanji sneered, "Whatever you say, I can't argue you anyway.

However, you thought about this matter very well, but you ignored the most critical issue."

Yang Shaofeng said in a daze: "What's the problem?"

Zhu Zhanji said: "Have you ever thought about what is needed to make wine, but where does the food come from?

In the 12th year of Yongle, 30 million stones of grain were invested tomorrow, but these 30 million stones of grain would be needed for military purposes. Preparatory warehouses, Jinong warehouses, Changping warehouses, charity warehouses, social warehouses, and charity warehouses are also needed.

Without enough food, can your wine yield be increased? Without the output, what can you do if you sell it at all?

You can’t make money by selling alcohol. What do you use to subsidize the losses of buying beef? You still want to buy wool? Just think about it, maybe your Majesty will be hung up on the city gate building."

Yang Shaofeng simply carried the wine jar on one side to the table, pointed at the wine jar and smiled, "How did this jar of wine come out?"

Before Zhu Zhanji could answer, Yang Shaofeng continued: "We got back from Zuixianlou and made 100 jars of wine, and spent a total of 100 taels of silver, and then distilled it into this kind of wine, which totaled about ten jars.

In other words, the cost of this jar of wine is about ten taels of silver, right?"

Zhu Zhanji nodded and said, "That's not enough. You are drinking it yourself. Zuixianlou can get it for you, but once you open a border market, the amount you need is more than that. Moreover, Zuixianlou needs a lot, right?"

Seeing that Lin Yu was not here, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If his brother-in-law Lin Yu were here, he would definitely be able to tell Zhu Zhanji what business is.

He got up and took a porcelain bottle from the shelf next to him, poured some wine into it and said, "Who is this wine for? Is it for ordinary people? Wrong, this wine is for dignitaries and nobles. Will they care about money?"

After sneering, Yang Shaofeng continued: "Just like this small bottle, less than a pound, a hundred taels of silver! If you can't afford it, don't drink it!"

Zhu Zhanji sneered and said, "I think you are really crazy. There are thousands of good wines in the world. If you mix these wines together and distille them, you can sell them for 100 taels of silver per pound? Do you know how much it costs?"

Yang Shaofeng said: "One tael of silver costs one thousand yuan, one hundred taels is 100,000 yuan. Based on the price of twenty cents to buy a big fat chicken, one hundred taels is enough for five thousand yuan. We can eat one meal at a time, which is enough for us to eat for four or five years."

Zhu Zhanji said: "Who do you think will come to buy your wine? Even Guanglu Temple dare not buy your wine!"

Yang Shaofeng shook his head and said, "Of course, Guanglu Temple doesn't dare. If they spend 100 taels to buy a bottle of this wine, they will be hung on the city gate and dried up by His Majesty the Emperor.

But those rich people are different. They can be willing to spend ten taels of silver to buy such a bottle of wine, and they don’t care about spending ninety taels of money at all. You have to figure out their psychology, is it drinking wine?"

Zhu Zhanji said in a daze: "It's not wine, what is that?"

Yang Shaofeng laughed and said, "This wine is called Goddess and Fairies, so what you drink is not wine. This is life, taste, uniqueness, and the feeling of looking down on the people.

For example, tomorrow we will go to Zuixianlou and please give it a bottle. Do you think the wealthy families in Shuntian Mansion will be jealous?

If you come here from time to time, you will definitely follow the trend. Don’t be a good wine at that time. Even if the wine is rotten water, they will think it tastes good, after all, it tastes like silver!"

Zhu Zhanji was completely speechless, as if anything could turn into another thing into Yang Shaofeng's mouth.

After thinking for a while, Zhu Zhanji continued, "By the way, when will the negotiations with Shuli Timur begin?"

Yang Shaofeng said: "What's the key to doing? I didn't see that the school is about to be completed? After the school's project is over tomorrow, I will continue to direct the farmers to dig a fish pond. How busy are I?"

Zhu Zhanji pointed to the food on the table and said, "So, you have to lie down for an afternoon, and you have to let Ling'er pinch your shoulders and pound your legs. This is all for you to be busy. Are you too tired?"

Seeing that Young Master Yang ignored him, Zhu Zhanji continued, "How long are you going to hang them?"

Yang Shaofeng put down the wine bowl in his hand and said with a smile: "Let's go up and talk to him, which will make people suspicious, and even think that we are thinking of some way to harm them again.

But if the time is hung for too long, they will think that we are not sincere and do not want to talk to them about the border market.

So, let’s just hang it for three or five days first, it’s just right.”
Chapter completed!