Originally, Xie Boting was worried that Prince Zhongyong Hou would not be able to reach the border in time to stop Zhongyong Hou and the Salt Trial of Northern Xinjiang. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he had to do his best. Judging from the situation, he should have arrived in time, and the news of the failure of the Salt Trial had spread to
Wangzhou.
Salt is a necessity and must be eaten. I am worried that if Northern Xinjiang does not sell salt to the court, then the court will have no salt to sell. Things are rare and expensive, and the price of salt will naturally skyrocket.
Xie Boting and Su Tang rode forward on horseback. The noise of grabbing salt was so great that the salt bag they grabbed was torn and yellowed coarse salt was scattered on the ground.
Su Tang tried to dissuade her, but her voice was not as loud as the noise of grabbing salt, and she was drowned in the noise.
The road was blocked and it was difficult for horses to pass, so Xie Boting simply took Su Tang to another route.
It was lunch time, and many diners came back to Yanlou, and the waiters greeted them warmly at the door.
After Xie Boting dismounted, he helped Su Tang down, and the boy came up to him with his signature smile.
After entering Huiyan Tower, Chen Qing asked, "Is there a private room?"
The boy shook his head and said, "There are no private rooms upstairs, but there are still seats upstairs."
Upstairs is always better than downstairs. Not only is it much quieter, but the view is also better.
Su Tang still couldn't bear that the poor people had to spend more hard-earned money to eat bitter coarse salt. When he went up the steps, Su Tang said, "The price of salt will soon drop, even lower than before. These people are now grabbing
Salt, your intestines will turn green if you look back."
Su Tang went upstairs while talking. Behind them, two men also went upstairs. Su Tang spoke loudly, and one of the men in blue laughed and said, "Everyone is grabbing salt, but she said that the price of salt will be reduced. Jiang Zhao
Brother, what do you think of the collapse of the salt negotiation between the imperial court and the Northern Xinjiang Salt Treaty?"
Another man in a green brocade robe smiled and said, "She is right, the price of salt is indeed going to drop."
The man in blue was shocked, "Brother Jiang Zhao, why do you think the price of salt will drop?"
The man in green brocade robe slowly said four words, "Because it's abnormal."
When Su Tang spoke, no one noticed. Everyone's attention was more on Xie Boting's face. That face was extremely arrogant wherever he went. There was nothing we could do about it.
But when this man spoke, he immediately attracted the attention of the diners downstairs and even the shopkeeper of Huiyanlou.
Just listen to him continue, "Although our salt negotiations between Ningchao and Beijiang are negotiated once a year, the salt supply negotiated in previous years was until September, but Beijiang suddenly broke its promise and stopped selling salt to Ningchao for the next three months.
We are in favor of the dynasty. The most important thing in doing business is keeping promises, and it is not a trivial matter between countries. If we do it wrong, it may even lead to war. Beijiang is not angry, and we will definitely not do this."
"Salt is closely related to people's livelihood. How dare the people sent by the imperial court to negotiate this matter collapse? At this moment, people are overwhelmingly criticizing Marquis Zhongyong for his incompetence in doing things. It is difficult to offend with public anger, let alone public anger."
"The collapse of a negotiation that could not fail means that our Ning Dynasty no longer needs to buy salt from Northern Xinjiang, not at all."
It's fair to say that the salt bought from Beijiang is a bit more expensive. It's impossible for the Ning Dynasty to maintain the original price for something they own. At least the emperor will cut it by 20% to benefit people's livelihood.
The men in blue brocade robes spoke loudly, and they were all people who couldn't bear to see poor people spending their hard-earned money on the back of a knife.
After hearing these words, the man in blue felt like he was enlightened. Why didn't he think of this? Marquis Zhongyong was going to negotiate with Bei Xin about buying salt on behalf of the imperial court. Even if Bei Xin went up, the price would not fall in the end.
In the end, it was the people of Ning Dynasty who suffered the consequences of his death.
However, it angered Bei Xinjiang, who stopped selling salt to the Ning Dynasty. Marquis Zhongyong failed in his errand, and what awaited him was severe punishment from the emperor.
Officials are all smart people, how can they do such stupid things? This chapter has been completed!