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Chapter 220: A Crash Course for Capitalists(2/2)

Xining Acropolis was regarded as the vassal city of the King of Zhou.

Like Jinfan, a military household was selected among the former Zhoufan guards and traveled west as the Xining Central Guard. Originally, the Xining Guards were divided into two parts and then transferred from other places, and finally changed to the left and right guards of Xining.

This is still three guards.

As for the lack of source of livelihood in King Zhou...

Ambassador Yang has booked it.

Just a small matter.

"My king, I also know that you are really unhappy when you move you to that poor place at once."

Yang Feng looked at the King of Zhou who was summoned to Beijing.

The latter is not only unhappy, it can be said to be like a walking corpse. When his nephew forced him to accept Huangzhong as his fiefdom, he was not very clear about it. He just knew that it was a jurisdiction of a Jiedushi during the Tang Dynasty. Since this was the case, it could not be said to be too bad.

At least it must be similar to the King of Jin.

However...

After inquiring about it during this period, I felt cold all over.

That's not much the same!

A world of difference!

Compared with Shuofang, the difference between Shuofang and Taiyuan is the same as Shuofang and Taiyuan. Shuofang is a plain, and Hetao has been able to farm since ancient times, but Tama Huangzhong is completely a mountain valley! In the past, one guard in Xining was very difficult, but now three guards are here, let's drink together! Now his father still pays his salary, and he can do whatever he wants, but when his nephew succeeds to the throne and stops his salary, it's really a blessing for the whole family.

The poor King of Zhou has obviously become a little haggard during this period.

"So, you need to find Your Majesty, especially the Crown Prince, and ask for a salt industry license, allowing you to pick salt there and sell it to Shaanxi and Shanxi Xingdusi."

Yang Feng said.

“There is salt there?”

King Zhou's eyes widened in an instant.

"Don't the king know that there is something called Qingyan?

Five hundred miles away from Xining City, there is a large salt lake, where there is an inexhaustible amount of green salt, and you don’t even need to dry salt and fry salt. Just go and get a spoon to scoop it. It’s a bit more troublesome to transport it, but only 500 miles is enough for the camel fleet to handle it. Besides, it’s also a ship transport on Qinghai Lake, and the upper reaches of the Yellow River are also in your hands. You can sell it directly to Hetao. In addition, Gansu, Longyou and even Hanzhong can be used as a market.

The only problem is that the local messy tribes may covet it.”

Yang Feng said.

"Ambassador, Xiao Wang Sui is accustomed to fighting, but after three guards, no tribe in the world can resist it. If this is true, Xiao Wang will thank the ambassador for generations."

The King of Zhou said.

Then he hurriedly got up and went to find his nephew.

So it is really simple. Qinghai is indeed poor and there are not many farming lands. But in this era when salt is hard currency, would you still worry about your livelihood with the largest salt mine? It was indeed a bit difficult for the Zhou king to pick salt in the Qaidam Basin. After all, the distance was too far, but the problem was that there were already mined and not far away. Chaka Salt Lake was right at Ulan, and it was just a Qinghai Lake from Xining. The green salt there was a tribute during the Tianshun period of the Ming Dynasty. Later, after the Tumote tribe entered Qinghai, it even picked salt from Chaka Salt Lake and sold it as private salt to Lanzhou and other places.
Chapter completed!
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