Chen Ada personally helped Bai Minghe: "Mr. Bai, are you drunk?"

Bai Minghe shook his head: "I feel dizzy, but I am still awake. I'm drunk and feel my feet are a little weak."

Chen Ada asked someone to prepare sobering soup and sat next to Bai Minghe: "Master Bai, Wu Bin told me your conversation. Those two people were not kind-hearted, so we were blocking Annan. Here, we can send more troops. Once the war starts, I am afraid that the number of people sent here will not be able to go back!"

"I know, so I want a dock. Once the war starts, everyone throws away all the supplies and gets on the boat home. Why should I, Bai Minghe, be cannon fodder for them?" Bai Minghe said, and his tone changed: "However, if they really cooperate and really fight, they will rush to the front first, then it's okay to fight."

"Can you fight? I heard that Annanguo's southern expedition was full of ambition!" Chen Ada was still not relieved.

Bai Minghe suppressed his voice: "If they want to fight, they have to prepare for a few years. If I take over Siming Mansion and Shunyi Mansion within three years, Annan will be the meat on the chopping board!"

"Where are the troops coming?"

"There are so many living people here, so there are no soldiers?" Bai Minghe smiled coldly.

"Master Bai, this is the death penalty for extermination. The private soldiers of foreign races cannot be explained there!" Chen Ada kindly reminded. Bai Minghe laughed a few times and hugged Chen's big neck with alcohol: "If, if the boss of these soldiers is Gong Yu, long live? Do you, Chen, dare to ask for a title?"

Chen Ada shook his head: "Mr. Bai, you are drunk."

Bai Minghe was carried back. Chen Ada patted his head vigorously. Bai Minghe's thoughts were too crazy. He decided to forget these words first, occupy a piece of land here, build a camp, and build a wharf here. After all, this place will be their cargo warehouse, transit point, and also serve as a supply point.

The next day, Bai Minghe had just woken up from his wine, and the little prince's lunch was ready again.

This time it was a big banquet. Chen Ada and others on Bai Minghe's side, including about twenty people, were all sixth-rank and seventh-rank officials. Of course, they were only said to the outside world as captains.

Bai Minghe took four maids, accompanied by Qinghe, who was dressed in high clothing, and went to the banquet together.

The singing and dancing of Nanzhang are unrestrained, and the singing and dancing of Siam are gorgeous. The song by Qinghe who played the piano in the Ming Dynasty shocked the audience. The princess gave her a picture of a hundred flowers and flying swallows on the spot, which also demonstrated the depth of the cultural heritage of the Ming Dynasty.

An ordinary woman, just a concubine of a white-named He, had such a level that made the people of Siam and Nanzhang have a huge yearning for the Ming Dynasty. It is true that the nobles are qualified to learn Chinese.

It is the congratulations of two palace clerks, and their second-rate calligraphy works are also regarded as treasure books.

After the banquet, everyone sat in a circle in the huge bamboo building to start the first formal trade negotiation.

"Mr. Bai, I don't know what goods Mr. Bai wants this time?"

"I prefer the rice from your country. My subordinates also like it. I plan to buy some, but my subordinates have more. I have a good appetite. So buy more!" Bai Minghe was very serious. This was a formal negotiation, and there would be a special record of every sentence. Even if Bai Minghe claimed to be a businessman, the little prince did not regard Bai Minghe as a businessman.

He received some information, such as Bai Minghe and other subordinates, some of them wore armor in their outerwear, weapons they used, etc. Those who were aware of it recognized that it was only qualified for the Ming officers to use, especially the armor, which were not qualified for the low-level officers.

Then, it is very likely that these seemingly ordinary military officers were sixth-rank and seventh-rank military officers in the Ming Dynasty.

Even if this news was speculation, it would have excited the little prince for a long time.

"Mr. Bai, I wonder how many meters it takes?"

"I don't know, how to give me one million stones first. Of course, if there is still a lot of rice in your country, then I want to buy some more. Two hundred and three million stones is not a problem. I have a lot of people in my family and I really like rice in your country!" Bai Minghe was still very serious.

The little prince nodded calmly: "Prince Bai, please wait for a moment, we need to discuss it."

"Okay, there are some things that Governor Sangsong is definitely interested." Bai Minghe took out a list and stated that he would accept it as long as there was.

Sanson and the little prince looked at that list together.

This list is listed by Baiminghe. I don’t know if there is any in this era, so it is always correct to write it first.

First, there are medicinal materials, natural matsutake, Ganoderma lucidum, bees, iron maple bowls, agarwood slices, etc. Then there are wood. All of the white cranes listed are extremely precious woods, at least in modern times, which are absolutely sky-high prices, not only red sandalwood, but also rosewood, ebony, etc.

The last thing is thick sugar cane juice. It is the thick juice that boils the excess water as much as possible after the residue is released.

"So much, Mr. Bai is making a big deal!"

"Silver is not a problem, gold is not a problem!" Bai Minghe answered generously.

"No, we don't want gold or silver. We can barter things, and we will discuss how to change them later. Let's discuss these products first." The little prince was frightened by the huge amount that the white crane wanted.

Since we were discussing here, Bai Minghe also went outside the bamboo building and sat down by a pond.

"Master Bai, if we didn't send someone back immediately and prepare a larger amount of goods?" Chen Ada asked Bai Minghe, but Bai Minghe did not respond. Chen Ada continued to explain: "Sir, our goods are not enough to pay what adults want."

"How much does a bowl cost? Ordinary!"

"We collect this according to the pound. One lever of the leap is given ten taels of silver." A clerk replied.

The white-named He Meng was not calculated by one, but by weight. A load of one pound is now 188 pounds, and three fine porcelain bowls with a diameter of ten centimeters do not weigh one pound.

"Absolutely one was collected for three or four cents?"

"On the market, it is not a problem to sell such bowls for ten cents. Merchants and those who transport goods always have to make some money. And if they break up along the way, they are considered as merchants." The clerk explained. The clerk is also a seventh-rank official, but in front of Bai Minghe, he actually put himself in a lower position.

"How about changing ten bowls to one stone of rice?" Bai Minghe proposed the price in his mind.

It's too dark! Almost everyone has the same idea, and the price of Baiminghe is too low. Seeing that these people don't say anything, Baiminghe immediately said, "Let's do this, take this bowl as the standard and bid for seven bowls of rice per stone. No, five. Give them a chance to bargain."

Speaking of this, Bai Minghe sighed long: "The people sent out have not seen half of the Ming Dynasty porcelain in the entire Da Nang. It is difficult to find a price, otherwise we would not have guessed this way."

"Yes, not only does not have our silk or porcelain, but even the grain shop is not much bone-like. We don't understand the calculation method in their grain shop. That bucket is different from our Ming Dynasty. A bucket of rice is replaced with a roll of linen cloth, which seems to weigh more than a pound, and I don't know how long it is!"

People like Baiminghe have not conducted market research.

Another clerk complained: "There is no standard market price here at all, it is completely a barter transaction method. There is even no unified coins!"

"No, they have money. I have seen it once before. It was a silver cube, a silver cube like a tongue. It was a big cube, about three taels. It was the coins of the Siam country." Chen Ada gestured. In Bai Minghe's opinion, this one was about the same size as a child's palm.

Siam has coins, but Nanzhang really doesn’t.

"Or, four bowls?" Bai Minghe asked the others with a smile. The soldiers shook their heads. How could it be? Even if they counted at the market price, fifty cents per stone of rice, there was no such price. It was simply impossible.

"Okay, five bowls and four plates!" Bai Minghe set the price in his heart.

"Or what, based on weight?" Qinghe interrupted and said, Bai Minghe nodded and shook her head again. I don't know what Bai Minghe was thinking, and whether he really agreed with this statement.

The white-famous crane is calculating the cost, and the little prince and Sangsong are also calculating.

"The rice that Mr. Bai wants to buy is for his subordinates. This quantity is probably military ration, so we can give ordinary rice. According to the rice algorithm, three stone rice is just two pieces of coarse burlap here. Not much else, but there is a lot of rice. As long as the people of the Ming Dynasty are willing to exchange for a long time, they can open up a large amount of land and plant rice!"

Sang Song was very concerned about this business, not only him, but also the little prince.

In the Indochina Peninsula, rice can be three seasons a year, and those with two seasons are all high-quality rice. The three seasons are ordinary rice.

The output was astonishingly huge. In the fifteenth world, the annual rice output of Siam was more than 50 million stones calculated by the Ming Dynasty. Although compared with the export volume of 25 million tons in later modern times, this output was only one-tenth, but the productivity of ancient times was not comparable to that of modern times.

Not to mention that the white-famous crane has a million slogans, there are even ten million slogans here.

"Porcelain is in our hands, we can continue to go south and west. We can also exchange for huge wealth. I just don't know what price this young master Bai will offer." Sangsong wanted to exchange more rice.

I hope that the white-famous crane can bring in more goods, and he has rice.

"A long time ago, eight pieces of tiger tongue silver could be exchanged for one piece of silk. Like this one..." The little prince recalled the white-famous crane and continued to say: "It is probably difficult to exchange for one piece of Shu brocade even if it is thirty pieces. Such quality is probably used by the Ming Dynasty royal family or even the nobles."

Sansong also said: "I hope that ordinary high-quality silk can be replaced with one hundred and fifty stones. Even if we add thirty stones, we will make huge profits."
Chapter completed!