.Chapter 212 Under the Purple Gold Mountain

Jin Gui threw down the nine-toothed rake, and the angry and surprised expression on his face immediately turned into a charming smile. It would be a waste to not go to Sichuan to learn to change his face. Jin Gui said respectfully, "It's really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. The whole family doesn't know the whole family."

‘Oh’ I responded lightly, took the iron plate of Jinyiwei Qianhu from Xu Qiyao’s head and inserted it into my waist. Seeing that they all put down their weapons, I also put away the foreign guns and glanced at Jin Gui. He was wearing official boots and looked at his clothes but couldn’t tell what level it was. ‘Are you also Jinyiwei?’

'That's not.' Jin Gui replied, 'The boss of the humble official, Lord Xu, is the postmaster of Guishan Post in Nanjing. Lord Xu is from the Jinyiwei, the villain is the head of the groom of Guishan Post, and is the subordinate of Lord Xu of the Jinyiwei.'

I sneered, "The head of the groom is a little Bima Wen, a small official who doesn't even have a rank. He dares to commit crimes on the streets. It's really time for Nanjing to rectify the administration."

As soon as this said, Jin Gui felt his legs weak and he was kneeling on the ground involuntarily. "I really don't know that Lord Wang is the Jinyiwei, I just thought we were hiding a firearm... "Xu Qiyao and several other captains and constables there kowtowed and begged for mercy like pounding garlic.

‘Forget it, I’m not hurt. Let you go today.’ I was about to turn around and leave generously, ‘By the way, where can I collect iron ore sand in Nanjing?’ This time I brought five ships of iron ore sand, which were as large as 400,000 kilograms. The buyer has not been found yet because the quantity is too large. It is not impossible to sell it slowly in the branch of Whale House in Nanjing, but the branch of Whale House does not have such a large warehouse. It is also a lot of money to build a large warehouse in this Nanjing city where every inch of land is valuable.

Jin Gui was born and raised in Nanjing. Hearing this, he stood up immediately and said, "I will take my lord to the north of the city. Pipa Lane is full of blacksmith shops. Beside Xuanwu Lake, not far from my home, Pipa Lane consumes more than a dozen trucks of iron sand every day."

There are only a dozen trucks of iron sand, and an open-pit iron mine in North Korea can produce hundreds of high-quality iron sand every day. Now there are hundreds of trucks of iron sand loading on the ship. However, I am confident in the iron sand in my hands. The quality of iron sand produced in North Korea is quite high. As long as there are people who know the goods, they are not afraid of no market.

The head-in-chief who escaped from death was left to maintain the public security on the street and explained to everyone that what happened just was an unexpected foreign gun fire incident, and no one was injured or killed. Jin Gui found a carriage and drove me to Pipa Lane in person. At this time, the scale of Nanjing was not too large, and there was no saying of the first and second rings. The carriage entered the city from the south gate and came to Pipa Lane not long after it came out from the north gate. He heard the jingle iron slashing hundreds of meters away from the Pipa Lane. The Nanjing city was indeed well planned, and all were centralized management. Ten miles of Qinhuai were equivalent to the current ***. This Pipa Lane is an ancient steel company. You can tell the whole "Xu Ji" sign when you look at the signs on the roadside.

After getting off the car, I saw that Pipa Lane was surrounded by mountains and rivers. It was indeed a good scenery. I asked, "What mountain is behind?"

‘King Wang, behind it is the Zijin Mountain, the burial place of Taizu, who is the bones of the burial place of Master Taizu.’

‘Oh. This is Zijin Mountain. Purple Qi comes from the east, good Feng Shui, and good place.’ But unfortunately, there are soldiers who are stationed in the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum now. I have been to the Ming Thirteen Tombs before, but I have never been to Zhu Yuanzhang’s Mausoleum and Zhu Yunwen’s Mausoleum. I have heard of the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum in Nanjing for a long time, but I didn’t expect it to be at the foot of the Purple Mountain Observatory in this country. As for Zhu Yunwen’s whereabouts are unknown in the end, I don’t know where he died. Anyway, it is said that he has been to Fujian, Sichuan, Yunnan, Nanyang and Persia. In unofficial history, Zheng He’s biggest purpose in voyage to the West was to chase and kill Zhu Yunwen.

Jin Gui followed me and said, 'That's right, how could there be any mistakes in the place that Taizu chose personally?'

I almost laughed when I heard this. I chose the tomb right, but there was a problem with choosing the heir. Before I could sit firmly, I was driven down by my uncle. ‘Let’s go.’

Jin Gui took me into the largest blacksmith shop in Pipa Lane. The couplet at the door of this blacksmith shop said, "The King of Chun was awarded a thousand years, and the first founding fathers." I couldn't help but say, "A blacksmith shop, a big tone."

Jin Gui explained while walking, 'Mr. Wang doesn't know. Don't look at the Pipa Lane, they are all the property of the Xu family of Dingguo Duke. The Xu family can naturally afford this pair of three kings.'

‘It turns out to be a descendant of Xu Da, no wonder. I remember to say that I am a businessman later. I understand.’ Before entering the door, I told Jin Gui.

‘Little understand.’ Jin Gui knew that the Jinyiwei had a cover for his identity. Most of the identities were officials or business travelers. Officials were mainly responsible for internal supervision, while business travelers monitored the movements of countries abroad. Taking Mongolia as an example, three or four of the ten caravans in the caravans that went to the Mongolian grassland to do business were spies of the Jinyiwei. But even if the Mongolian tribes knew that these people were spies of the Jinyiwei, they had to do business. The Mongolian tribes lacked salt, iron, cloth, tea and other daily necessities had to be transported by these spies of the Jinyiwei. As for the leaks of information and leaks, the Mongolian tribes did not have this concept.

He followed Jin Gui into the front hall. Although it was already autumn, the eight large stoves in the front hall still steamed the room. A shopkeeper in the front hall welcomed him, "It turned out that Lord Bima Wenjin is here, what should I order." The shopkeeper of Xu Ji Blacksmith Shop was not polite to Jin Gui, and he started to tease him when he met.

Jin Gui quickly replied, "It's not me, it's this boss Wang who wants to sell iron sand."

Xu Ji's shopkeeper looked up and down at the monk behind Jin Gui, "I brought a sample."

‘Take it.’ I took out a small bag from my arms and handed it over, and it contained a few taels of iron sand. ‘Please see.’

Xu Ji's shopkeeper took a few grains of brown iron sand and looked carefully, and handed it to a master who made an iron. 'Master, please take a look.' The master with a naked upper body wiped his sweat with the towel on his shoulder, and asked his assistant to return the iron block that had slightly lowered temperature to the furnace, fiddled with the iron sand in the bag a few times, 'It's not wrong, it's the best Korean iron powder. Sixteen cents per pound. We Xu Ji asked for all of them.'

It's really a big tone, but the price is really good. This high-quality iron sand can only be sold for seven or eight cents per kilogram in North Korea. There is no way, there are too many sources of goods. In the past two years, there are many Ming and Nanyang merchants in North Korea, but everyone prefers to bring some Korean ginseng and handicrafts back. The iron sand is too heavy for ships, and the profits in it are not as big as Korean ginseng, fur and other goods, so no one likes to transport them. 'I have 400,000 kilograms on my hand.'

Sixteen cents per pound, and 400,000 pounds are equivalent to 6.4 million pounds. It’s quite scary to hear that a few million pounds are not much, only 6,400 taels of silver. But even 6,400 taels of silver made Xu Ji’s shopkeeper stunned. He picked up the abacus and knocked it down, ‘Good, 6,400 cents. There is really not so much money in the shop.’

‘No, I don’t need so many copper coins. I want to exchange iron sand for iron tools, iron plows, pickaxes, scissors, and iron pots, in short, just iron tools. Even iron blocks can be used. In fact, taking Yongle Tongbao’s copper coins to Japan will make four times the profit, but for the development of North Sidao in North Korea, we still have to make less money.

Xu Ji's shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, 'That's good, otherwise it might take several days to borrow money. As for ironware, our Pipa Lane Curry is more, and Boss Wang wants more, and you will be given a wholesale price at that time.'

‘Okay, I’ll give me a list then. When the iron sand on the ship arrives, I’ll take people to get it.’ This time I’m going to get some livelihood supplies back, and I really don’t plan to make a lot of money. The villages on the northern border that were looted by the Jiannu Juzhen tribe last year were not even a single iron needle left at home. Next year’s spring plowing and iron tools for daily life were very short.

The master who had just made a blacksmith suddenly remembered something and asked, "Can the five big ships that came from Shuiguan today belong to Boss Wang?"

‘Yes. I paid five barge fees.’

The master of the iron-smashing master laughed, 'It has been several years since the merchants transported Gaoli iron sand to Ming Dynasty for sale. I have only seen it a few times this year, but the 400,000 kilograms is the largest time I have seen in more than 30 years of iron-smashing.'

I sighed and said, 'The iron sand in North Korea is good, with sufficient output, high quality and low price. It's just that the profit is not as big as the Korean ginseng. The merchants who go to North Korea all go for Korean ginseng.' Back to North Korea, they should talk to Qi Jiguang and set up a trade alliance. If these merchants who come to Ming Dynasty must buy a pound of Korean ginseng, they must buy a hundred kg of iron sand. Most of the iron sand export problem has been solved, but Qi Jiguang will definitely not agree, because Qi Jiguang's four southern North Korea does not produce iron ore much, so there is no such large demand for iron ore exports. Now they can only rely on the huge transportation capacity of my whale house to transport it slowly. Fortunately, the consumption capacity of iron ore sands in Zhili, Shandong, Jiangsu, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and other provinces along the coast of Ming Dynasty are quite good, and the northern North Korea is still very good.

There is not much backlog of iron ore sand in the four provinces. The implementation of the national public ownership policy combined with more labor and more income in North Korea has produced unprecedented productivity. Among them, gold and silver mines are still better. Now North Korea’s North Korea also uses the mercury method to mine gold and silver, and what they get is real gold and silver, which can be used as money immediately. The problem of copper ore is not big. In order to cast a large amount of copper coins in the Ming Dynasty, a large amount of copper ore was purchased every year. However, this iron ore is dead. North Korea has not yet built a blast furnace for steelmaking (I don’t know how to make a big steelmaking thing), and the iron ore produced has to be bought by itself. However, North Korea produces a sufficient amount of iron ore, which really crushes the newly issued ticket system of the government, then the efforts devoted to North Korea in the past two years will be in vain.

At this time, because the room was too hot, I untied the wide robes I had criticized outside, and the master who was thrusting his eyes were on the front of the village I was carrying beside me. The master who was thrusting pointed at my sword and asked, "Is this a Japanese sword?"

I am not proficient in swords and usually only use this village to decorate the storefront. Because the village is too sharp, I even leave the maintenance to my men. 'Yes, Seshu Village Masa.'

Xu Ji's iron-smashing master asked, 'Can I take a look?'

‘This is a small matter.’ I took the village to the master of the iron thunder. At this time, four blacksmiths were resting around the master.

The master who made a sequel gently pulled out of Muramasa. Even three feet away, I felt a chill that hit my heart. Even the room was not as hot as before. Could it be that this was the murderous aura that was said to be on the sword? But since Akichi Mitsuhide gave it to me, I haven't used this knife to kill a few people.

Xu Ji's iron-smashing master shot the sword body of the village with his index finger, and the sword body made a buzzing sound. The master praised, "What a knife, look at the pattern on it, the middle line." The Japanese sword is still very popular in Ming Dynasty. Even Qi Jiguang's subordinates were equipped with iron armor and Japanese swords. This thing is the sharpest thing to behead.

‘Yeah, it was a method of making a thousand-fold. It seems that this knife maker has taken a lot of effort.’ Another blacksmith also expressed his opinion.

Another blacksmith master mentioned the weakness of this Munmasa. "The sword made by the Qianfen Method is sharp. But it is still too fragile. It will immediately hurt the blade when encountering heavy weapons or chopping them."

In fact, it’s good that there are basically no people in Japan who use heavy weapons (such as the 82-pound Daguan knife, no one can move it, let alone the outer door weapons such as the one-legged bronze man and mature copper stick). This kind of village still has a market on the battlefield of cold weapons. In fact, according to knife skills, the best in this era is the Damascus scimitar, followed by the Japanese sword and then the Miao sword.

After reading it, several blacksmith masters put the knife into the sheath and handed it back to me.

‘Is this Shishu Village sold?’ Xu Ji’s shopkeeper also saw the business opportunity. As long as there was a sample, these blacksmiths would naturally make sharp Japanese swords in batches according to the Japanese sword. ‘Two hundred stakes?’

I immediately refused, 'No, this Shishu Village was given to me by an old friend. Although I usually only use it for decoration, this Shishu Village is not sold.'

Seeing that I insisted on not selling, the shopkeeper of Xu Ji's blacksmith shop had to say, 'Since it was an old friend's property, we wouldn't force it. I will make a list later, and the ironware and quantity in the warehouse are on it. At that time, we will have iron sand and ironware."

‘Okay, please hurry up, the room is so hot.’ I said, wiping the sweat dripping from my face with my robes.

‘Haha.’ Several blacksmiths in the room laughed, ‘It’s so hot that we’ve only been a while. We have to stay for six hours every day.’

I don’t know how these blacksmiths came here. Anyway, I felt like I had entered the sauna in the house. The sweat came out, and it was nothing for a while. But if I could steam the sauna for twelve hours a day, why not steam it into a human being? But seeing that the blacksmiths in the house were not as sweaty as me alone, the reason is that they were already used to it.

After taking the list written by the shopkeeper of Xu Ji's Blacksmith Shop, I finally got a worry. It would be nice if I could cooperate with them for a long time. There are more than a dozen iron ore trucks a month, and four or five thousand trucks a year. However, time is too tight. Since I forgot to ask, I will ask again next time I move the iron tools. Jin Gui and I were both sweating profusely on the street. I was better, after all, I had a wide robes covering it. Jin Gui, this Bima Wen, and I went in and walked in.

After a circle, the clothes on the front and back were wet with sweat. The sleeves were constantly wiping their faces, and the two sleeves were wet. What's even more outrageous is that the precious official boots could step on a watermark on the ground. It seems that what the ancients said is true. There are three hardships in the world: raising a boat, thrusting iron, grinding tofu. I don't know how hard it is to grind tofu, and I don't want to experience the second sins of life and suffering twice, but I understand the hardships of the iron.

‘Mr.’ Jin Gui took a few deep breaths of cool air outside the house and slowly calmed down. ‘The Beizhi family is in the nearby Xuanwu Lake area. Why not go to Beizhi’s home to change clothes and take a shower first. If you go back like this, I’m afraid you will catch a cold when you see the wind on the road.’

‘Okay.’ I also feel like there is no dry place on my body. In this era, those who lack medical treatment and medicine are not less likely to die from colds and diarrhea than those who have been killed by cancer. In fact, because in ancient times, 100% of pure natural green foods were eaten, and there were not many cancer patients.

This time, in order to prevent the cold from catching a cold, I didn't take the air-flowing convertible carriage that Jingui found, followed Jingui through two alleys to the door of a large mansion, "This is a humble man. The humble house is simple, please forgive me."

Now I can't care whether it's simple or not. ‘Hurry, prepare the bath water quickly, it's okay if there is no hot water and cold water.’

‘It will be fine right away.’ Jin Gui said, knocking on the door and shouting to the yard, ‘Master, I’m back, go and prepare the bath water.’

‘Comfortable.’ I occupied Jingui’s bedroom and bathtub. Jingui had to go to the room to take a bath, and of course I burned the bath water first. Power is really a good thing. Although I am not a person who is very passionate about power, sometimes it is impossible to do without it.

At this time, Jingui's bath water had not yet been boiled. Jingui himself persuaded his two daughters Bing'er and Yu'er outside the house, "Hurry up and serve the Lord, why are you still standing there? As long as you feel good about serving Lord Wang, you will be very prosperous and wealthy in the future."

Bing'er and Yu'er held a towel in their hands but stopped. 'Dad, the book says that men and women are not allowed to kiss each other, this ethics and education is very safe...'

Jin Gui was so anxious outside that he stomped his feet. Although his two daughters explained the misunderstanding after returning home, no monks ruined their bodies, but now Jin Gui wanted the monks in the house to destroy their bodies, so he would immediately rise to the top in the officialdom. What is his boss, a postmaster, just an ordinary Jinyiwei, who is the master of the Jinyiwei Qianhu, commanding the 1,000 Jinyiwei, "It's the book again, and the book also says that Confucius is Riyan Hui, do you believe it? Until who is inside? Lord Qianhu Wang of Jinyiwei. What a great official, the whole city of Nanjing can catch anyone you want. Spit like a nail. Tell me, you are my biological daughter, can I still harm you?'

Bing'er and Yu'er looked at each other, nodded in harmony and replied, "Yes."
Chapter completed!