Zhao Fuxiang heard that this was the largest store in Guangzhou, but after looking around, it didn't look like it. Apart from the grand facade, there were no goods inside.

The shopkeeper saw Zhao Fuxiang looking around and knew what he was thinking, so he smiled and said: "Sir, we are just a branch here, responsible for the wholesale of some goods, but please don't worry, no matter how much goods we have, we at Furuihao can eat them

Get down!"

Zhao Fuxiang nodded, took out the empty mineral water bottle from his arms, and asked: "Shopkeeper, how much do you think this is worth?"

The shopkeeper saw this kind of thing for the first time. After taking it, he looked at it carefully. He didn't know what kind of material the bottle was made of. It was soft but hard. The most important thing was that the material was very transparent. The shopkeeper squeezed the bottle and saw that it was not.

Glass is not jade, this material is very rare.

The shopkeeper looked at it and said, "Sir, this bottle is very rare. If the bottle didn't have these missing words on it, it could be sold for five taels of silver. But now, it's only two taels of silver at most!"

Zhao Fuxiang didn't know the price of goods in the Ming Dynasty and thought that two taels of silver were very few. He asked, "Can't you give me more?"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "No more, the dignitaries in Guangzhou City just want this kind of thing for novelty, and it has no practical value, so two taels of silver is the most!"

Zhao Fuxiang saw that two taels of silver were not enough. He wanted to start the Ming Dynasty industrialization. How long would it take to just sell mineral water bottles?

Zhao Fuxiang took out the pearl bracelet from his arms and asked: "Shopkeeper, how much do you think this pearl bracelet is worth?"

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he saw the bracelet in Zhao Fuxiang's hand. He quickly took it and looked at it carefully. After a long time, he said: "Sir, although this string of pearls is a bit small, it is of the same size as it is valuable. Now there is war in the north.

The income from Liao Pearl has been cut off, and the quality of Nan Pearl is not good. I can give you three hundred taels of silver for this pearl bracelet!"

Holy shit, this kind of pearl bracelet that costs five yuan a string in later generations can actually be sold for three hundred taels of silver, which is as much as one hundred and fifty mineral water bottles. Zhao Fuxiang doesn't know that although these pearls in later generations are not valuable, they are all industrially farmed.

They are similar in size and shape, and this kind of thing would have been valuable in the Ming Dynasty.

Zhao Fuxiang didn't know how much three hundred taels of silver was, so he asked: "Shopkeeper, how much does rice cost per stone now?"

The price ratio of silver in ancient China was different, but the value of grain was very stable, so Zhao Fuxiang was going to ask how much the grain cost, so that after conversion, he would know how much three hundred taels was.

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Food in Qiongzhou Prefecture is more expensive. Good polished rice costs about two to four yuan, and brown rice costs about one to two eight yuan!"

Zhao Fuxiang calculated in his mind that brown rice cost one tael and eight taels per stone, which is one hundred catties. Three hundred taels of silver could buy more than 16,000 catties of grain. In fact, Zhao Fuxiang made a mistake. One stone in the Ming Dynasty was equal to eighty jins in later generations, so

According to later generations, 500 grams per catty, 300 taels of silver can buy 13,000 catties of grain.

In later generations, rice cost three yuan a pound, which meant that these three hundred taels of silver were equivalent to about forty thousand yuan. Zhao Fuxiang smacked his tongue after calculating. This kind of pearl bracelet, which was a bad street in later generations, could actually be purchased for more than forty thousand in the Ming Dynasty.

, If I had known that I would have bought thousands of strings and sold them in the Ming Dynasty, I would have done some industrialization after making money, and gone straight to Nanyang to become a big landlord.

Zhao Fuxiang didn't know that everything was rare and expensive. If thousands of pearl bracelets of the same size were put on the market, the value would immediately drop hundreds of times. It would be impossible to maintain the high price of three hundred taels.

The shopkeeper looked at the bracelets from side to side, sighed and said, "Sir, it's a pity that there is only one bracelet. If I could have a pair, I would like to pay 800 taels for it!"

When Zhao Fuxiang heard this, he was overjoyed and said quickly: "They are really a couple. To be honest, brother, this is my wife's ancestral treasure. If my family hadn't been in a shipwreck and was left penniless, it would have been impossible to sell this ancestral treasure!"

"

The shopkeeper was originally teasing Zhao Fuxiang. People like him who came back from Nanyang must have treasures in their bodies. Unexpectedly, he guessed it right.

The shopkeeper quickly let Zhao Fuxiang into the room, asked the waiter to serve tea, and said: "If there is a pair, our store will definitely buy it. Can I take it with you?"

Zhao Fuxiang shook his head and said: "That's not true, but I will pick it up in a moment. Can I deliver it to you tomorrow?"

Zhao Fuxiang kept in mind that he was not familiar with the place and his money could not be leaked. Who knew if the shopkeeper was a black rice eater? If he knew where he would live, he would lead someone to stew his whole family in a spoonful at night. That would be terrible.

I really feel like a time traveler.

The shopkeeper didn't have any bad intentions, because Zhao Fuxiang had brought a household registration card. Having such a thing proved that he had relatives in the local area. He, a foreign merchant, had no choice but to offend the locals. But Zhao Fuxiang would not have had such a treasure if he did not have a household registration card.

, that’s really hard to say.

The shopkeeper nodded: "Okay, in that case, please take the three hundred taels of silver first, and wait for the other bunch to be delivered tomorrow, and then take the other five hundred taels, okay?"

After receiving Zhao Fuxiang's affirmative reply, the shopkeeper asked the clerk to take out three hundred taels of silver from the back. This Furui No. was really a big business, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come up with so much cash.

Zhao Fuxiang was troubled when he saw two waiters carrying out a plate of silver from behind. He used to watch TV and the protagonist would take out hundreds of taels of silver notes at every turn, but there were no silver notes in the Ming Dynasty, and three hundred taels of silver was three hundred taels.

The weight is nothing to compromise on.

According to the Ming Dynasty, one kilogram was equal to sixteen taels, and three hundred taels was a little over eighteen kilograms. In the Ming Dynasty, one kilogram was nearly six hundred grams. These three hundred taels of silver were nearly eleven kilograms, which was really not light.

Zhao Fuxiang has a big heart and a fat body. It is difficult to carry something weighing five or six kilograms. Not to mention that he has to walk nearly ten miles to carry more than twenty kilograms of silver, so Zhao Fuxiang is really frightened to see so much silver.

Seeing Zhao Fuxiang like this, the shopkeeper smiled and said: "Master Zhao, don't you want to purchase goods? We have everything here, but we can directly use the silver to deduct it. At the same time, there are powerful sticks on the street. They are responsible for delivering goods and will not let them go."

Mr. Zhao did it himself!"

When Zhao Fuxiang heard that the service in the Ming Dynasty was so good, he felt relieved and asked: "What does your business have?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "The small shop does all kinds of business, but it mainly sells salt. If there is nothing that Mr. Zhao wants, the small shop can also do business with surrounding shops!"

Hainan has been a salt farm since the Song Dynasty. The Yangpu Salt Farm is located on the Yangpu Peninsula not far from Haikou, so most of the seagoing ships are here to sell salt.

Zhao Fuxiang's eyes lit up when he heard the salt and asked, "Let me see what your salt looks like."

The shopkeeper thought that Zhao Fuxiang wanted to buy salt, so he quickly asked the waiter to go to the back and grab a handful of salt. Zhao Fuxiang saw that this was the large grain salt of later generations. It cost one yuan a bag in the supermarket. He remembered that his mother bought it for pickling pickles, but it didn't work.

In the Ming Dynasty, it was edible salt.

Zhao Fuxiang picked up a piece and licked it. It had a distinct sea salt taste, salty and a bit bitter at the same time. This was the taste caused by the potassium chloride in the sea salt not being completely removed. However, there was nothing that could be done. In the Ming Dynasty, due to poor technology, it was difficult to remove chlorine.

The potassium is removed completely, so the salt eaten by ordinary people has a somewhat bitter taste.

"Shopkeeper, is there any salt that's not bitter?"

Of course there is this. The shopkeeper asked the waiter to go to the back and get an oil paper bag. Inside was a kind of fine salt that turned blue. Zhao Fuxiang tasted it and it had a faint fragrance. It tasted better than the refined salt of later generations.

Zhao Fuxiang praised: "This salt is good. How much does it cost? Is it also produced in Qiongzhou?"

The shopkeeper asked the waiter to put away the fine salt and said with a smile: "This kind of bamboo salt is not produced in Qiongzhou. This kind of salt comes from Sichuan. It costs three taels of silver per pound here in Qiongzhou. The coarse sea salt is cheaper here in Qiongzhou."

It costs two cents of silver per catty, but the sea salt mixed with sea sand sold in the city is even cheaper, costing six cents of silver per catty!"

It comes from Sichuan, probably from the Zigong salt well in Sichuan. I don’t know what was added to it and it was falsely called bamboo salt. I bought it in Qiongzhou and deceived these rubbish.

Although Zhao Fuxiang secretly slandered him, he saw a way to make a fortune. He knew that the refined salt of later generations was made from sea salt. If he bought hundreds of kilograms of sea salt, then went back to make refined salt and sold it, wouldn't he make a lot of money?

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As soon as he thought of it, he started making it. Zhao Fuxiang ordered a hundred kilograms of sea salt with a stroke of his pen. In order to solve the problem of eating, he also bought a hundred kilograms of grain, which were all finely ground rice. In addition to these, he also bought other miscellaneous things, such as pots.

Daily necessities such as bowls and pans, and tools such as axes and hammers. Thinking of purifying sea salt, Zhao Fuxiang bought two more large pottery jars.

Food accounts for the bulk of the food here. One hundred kilos of food costs two hundred taels of silver. Seeing that Zhao Fuxiang bought a lot, the shopkeeper gave him a 20% discount. After everything was done, there were still more than a dozen taels left of the three hundred taels of silver.

Now that it was ready, Zhao Fuxiang put the money away, then told the clerk to deliver these things to the Zhao Mansion in Baisha Village, and then went out and started wandering around again.

I bought the grain, but not the vegetables or meat. Zhao Fuxiang is a carnivore, how can he live without meat?

However, what disappoints Zhao Fuxiang is that there are no vegetables or meats here. Zhao Fuxiang walked around the pier and found that they were all buying goods. He didn’t really buy food. However, there were a few snack sellers on the street. Zhao Fuxiang walked over and saw

Look, I originally bought Haikou snacks, pork offal soup.

It happened that Zhao Fuxiang didn't have breakfast. Since he saw it, he took a bite. After sitting down, Zhao Fuxiang ordered a bowl of pig offal soup. Naturally, it added more meat. The pig offal soup was similar to the spicy rice soup in Qilou Old Street in Haikou later.

I added pepper and I was sweating hotly after eating it, which was very comfortable in this cold winter.

A bowl of soup and rice only cost seven taels. Zhao Fuxiang took out the smallest piece of silver from his pocket, about two taels, and gave it to the snack seller. In the Ming Dynasty, one tael of silver was equivalent to eight hundred copper coins, and two taels of silver was equivalent to one

One hundred and sixty copper coins. The boss didn't expect this fair-weather monk to be so generous, so he quickly thanked him: "This man can't use so much money!"

In a rare act of generosity, Zhao Fuxiang waved his hand and said, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a lot of rewards! By the way, I want to ask why there are no vegetable sellers in this place?"

"Sir, this is the West Market. There are no vegetables for sale. Vegetables are only sold in the market at the south gate of the city!"
Chapter completed!