This chapter is a little rushed. The number of words is not very large, and the writing is not very detailed. I hope I will forgive you more.

On September 7, the third year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, Song Bo came to Quanzhou, Fujian. Outside the Quanzhou Harbor, Song Bo returned to the Central Plains on a boat.

"Mr. Song, we have arrived in Middle-earth. I'll ask you a prudently, do you have any plans?" The merchant who brought Song Bo back to the mainland from Luzon looked at Song Bo sincerely.

"Haha, I'm going to tell you, this time I went back to Zhongzhong, originally planned to open a blacksmith shop to revitalize the family business. I have been wandering overseas for too long. I really miss homesick. This time I will definitely stay in the Central Plains. Haha." Song Bo is indeed preparing to stay in the Central Plains. The key is that other places are desolate. "But now I have to sell my goods first. I really have no money now. Ah, I have to get my sail down later. It's a dragon skin. Having said that, Shang Jun, do you intend to buy a skin? Absolutely good skin."

"Forget it, it's useless for me to buy it. Maybe you can say tribute, haha." The merchant surnamed Shang made a big joke.

"It makes sense. Anyway, the Central Plains is also a period of war. Haha. Who can know that we represent that country!" Song Bo felt that this was also a way.

"Well. That's right, according to the ancestor of the family, when he left the Central Plains, there were wars every day. There were dead people everywhere. I don't know how it is now." Shang Jun said half-willed and half-worry.

"Ah, didn't you go ashore when you were in Guangzhou? Didn't you ask anything?" Song Bo was very surprised.

"No, I just heard of the prince's rebellion. I didn't explain it clearly. This fertile land in the Central Plains, with neighbors facing each other, and fighting continues..."

"Well. I hope there will be a good person to unify. Haha, just say me, what are Shang Jun's plans to do when he comes back this time?" Song Bo was very interested in Shangshang.

"It's nothing. The main thing is that the goods in the Central Plains are easy to sell in Nanyang. I'm going to buy some goods and resell them." Shang Jun is definitely a businessman. What goods are easy to run there.

"Well, if you are doing business in a foreign land, it is best to bring a guard. You also know that the monkeys in Nanyang are lazy and cruel. People who are not talking must be afraid of him first, so that you can do business with him." Song Bo was very moved, maybe because of his knowledge of history.

"Yes, the minds of non-my races will be different. Those aliens must let them suppress them. The Central Plains also need a lot of guards, right? The land of four battles." Shang Jun was still more concerned about his companion, although this companion was temporary.

The two of them talked for a while, and after they arrived at land, they formed their own guards. They dispersed and walked back to their positions, preparing for the various things that were docked.

...

One hour later, on Quanzhou Pier.

"Ah Da, come here, go and Ah Er to remove the soft sail from my boat. It's crocodile skin. It's very expensive. It's going to be sold at a high price." When Song Bo received these slaves, he named them from one to twenty (to be honest, counting). Now Song Bo has only 300 crocodile skins under his command, and the sail is counted as twenty-one emus. There are also a large amount of cured meat, about a few thousand kilograms. After a "picnic" in Australia, Song Bo has an almost crazy persistence in food stockpiling.

In fact, this is like this, and it is like returning to prehistoric civilization. No one wants to live a day after eating without the last meal. However, what Song Bo should be concerned about now is not about whether he has food or not, but about what to do if he has no money. As the saying goes, rich men are difficult for men without money. Now Song Bo has twenty family slaves and birds. It is difficult for dozens of mouths to feed those who have no money in the Central Plains. However, in the words of Mr. Lu Xun, there is no road in this world, and when more people walk, it becomes a road.

With the idea that there must be a road before the mountain with a car in his arms, Song Bo led his twenty servants and a large number of people to the Maritime Commission (Marinade Envoy) who collected commercial taxes on the dock.

When we arrived at the Maritime Bureau, "Ah, hello, this official, I just came back from Australia. I wonder how to pay the commercial taxes of the Maritime Bureau?" Song Bo was very sincere, but to be honest, he was a little incoherent, maybe he was too excited.

"Are you commercial tax? Are you not stupid? This is the Maritime Bureau, you have to pay 10 taxes. The commercial tax is calculated as no transactions or commercial taxes." The Maritime Bureau was very impatient and looked up at Song Bo and felt very strange. During the Tang and Song dynasties, the Maritime Bureau collected taxes in singles, and the commercial tax was very low. Generally speaking, it may be only 100 taxes. But the Maritime Bureau should be 100 taxes (personal speculation. It is not necessarily correct).

"Oh, then, can the ambassador pay taxes in kind now without money?" Song Bo asked a practical question. The ambassador was still pondering about what happened. However, he was interrupted by Song Bo. "Of course, just leave one tenth of your goods. Ah, wait, I have a reaction. Do you have a trust? A man to go to sea!" The major event of the Maritime Bureau finally reacted and forgot to ask him if he had a trust. Now the Maritime Bureau has just been established. This ambassador also went to work on the first day. It was also Song Bo's unlucky. If he got ashore yesterday, he would not have to hand over the things (it is said that in real history, the Maritime Bureau appeared in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, so he could only open it in advance in order to write). But it was obvious that they forgot something.

"It's up to you? No, but do you have to go to sea to get it up to you?" Song Bo was confused.

"No, who dares to let you go to sea without plagiarism? Tell you that this is the Tang Dynasty and there are rules!" The ambassador of the Maritime Service looked serious. It was obvious that he was a rookie who had just started working. The maritime servicemen who went to sea before the opening of the first day of the Maritime Service did not go to sea. Perhaps the ambassador of the Maritime Service was not just a rookie, but an idiot.

"Tang Dynasty? Do you think this is the Tang Dynasty?" Song Bo was instantly petrified. He had no idea about the current dynasty. He had always been a slave of his savages before, and later he met a merchant named Shang. However, the merchant surnamed Shang did not know that the current dynasty was in that year. After all, the unification of the Tang Dynasty only lasted for the past few years, and the Shang Jun family had left the Central Plains for decades.

"Yes, it's the Tang Dynasty now, is there any problem?" The ambassador of the Maritime Bureau looked selfless (idiot and ignorant).

A familiar voice from Song Bo came from a distance: "When was this Maritime Warehouse established? Why is there no in Guangzhou?" It turned out that it was Shang Jun who returned to the Central Plains with Song Bo.

"I just started listing today. What's wrong?" the ambassador of the Maritime Department replied strongly.

"Listing today? How much tax is collected?" Shang Jun is full of the advantages of a businessman and wins with his mouth...

When Shang Jun talked with the ambassador of the Maritime Conservatory, Song Bo was always dazed. "This is actually the dreamy era of the Tang Dynasty, the ideal era of the Tang Dynasty. I didn't expect that I was so lucky. I could come to an era. Should I join the army? Or be my blacksmith? By the way, how many years are the Tang Dynasty now?" Song Bo was dreaming alone. Suddenly someone shook himself. "Song Jun, Song Jun is back. There is no need to collect our taxes today. Let's go, we can pass the test."
Chapter completed!