Mao Xiaolong recognized Zhao Zheng at a glance, "Hey, brother, you're here again."
"What a coincidence." Zhao Zheng laughed.
"Brother, you have good taste. This is the finest white fox fur, which is loved by dignitaries. If no one buys it, I'm going to go to the county town to buy it."
Zhao Zheng smiled. Is it so easy to get to the county town?
Dakang implemented the baojia system and the lupin system. Unless life was too difficult, one had to report before leaving the village.
The most important thing is that it is dozens of miles away from the county town, and it takes at least one or two days to go back and forth.
The most important thing is that there are bandits in the blank area in the middle.
Either they enter the city in groups or travel alone, which is extremely risky.
Zhao Zheng went to the village to attend the big market. He came with a large army. Moreover, all the bandits in the vicinity had been eliminated. Otherwise, he would not dare to leave the village casually.
Especially in years of disaster like this, those villages become fixed collection points for bandits.
Does Mao Xiaolong really not want to enter the city?
Zhao Zheng didn't want to expose him, so he smacked his lips and said, "It's a good thing, but if you don't have the right method, it's useless to go there. You might even suffer a big loss."
"Brother, do you understand the ins and outs of this?" Mao Xiaolong couldn't help but ask.
"I don't understand, but I've heard about it." Zhao Zheng said, "If I had connections, I would have sold it long ago. Why would I come to a remote village to sell it? We're all poor, haha. How many people would know what it's worth?"
"No matter how good this fur is, it's only popular with the rich. If you rashly enter the city, not only will you not be able to sell it, you might even get robbed."
Mao Xiaolong smiled bitterly, "Brother, you really know a thing or two. It's really hard for hunters like me to survive."
Before he knew Mao Xiaolong's background, Zhao Zheng would never say such a thing, but after knowing his background, he became more confident. "Brother, if your supply is stable, I might be able to help you sell it."
Mao Xiaolong frowned, but was secretly alert in his heart, "Brother, you are not a broker?"
"Not exactly." Zhao Zheng lied. "Anyway, if you can provide a stable supply, I can buy in bulk. Of course, the quality of the furs must be guaranteed."
Mao Xiaolong had no idea about Zhao Zheng's background. He had been cheated before and had no good feelings towards these cunning brokers. He half-jokingly said, "The goods will definitely be fine, and the quality will be fine, but the prerequisite is that you pay the price..."
"If you have an idea, let's find a place to talk." Zhao Zhengyi pointed to the inn not far away, "How about we go over there and have some tea and chat?"
Mao Xiaolong thought for a while, then said to his sister, "Juan'er, you watch the stall while I go talk to this old man."
Mao Wenjuan was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She wore a fox fur hat, a suede coat, and a pair of deerskin boots.
The linen scarf wrapped around his neck covered half of his face, and Zhao Zheng could only see a pair of big eyes.
"Brother, do you know this old...uncle?"
"I guess so." Mao Xiaolong nodded and looked at Zhao Zheng, "Brother, you are..."
"My name is Zhao Zheng, you can just call me Lao Zhao."
"Okay, Brother Zhao." Mao Xiaolong smiled, left his sister behind, and then went to the inn with Zhao Zheng.
It is called an inn, but in fact it is just a roadside tea stall, and not many people drink tea.
Zhao Zheng ordered a pot of chrysanthemum tea, which also contained ginger, garlic and other ingredients, but the taste was not very good.
Mao Xiaolong drank it with gusto.
After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Zheng said, "Brother Mao, if you're really willing to make a move, I have a way to cooperate. We'll inspect the goods on the spot and pay you right away. The money and goods will be settled."
"Seriously?" Mao Xiaolong was still a little unconvinced. "Can you eat all this skin?"
"If I dare to accept it, I must have my own connections. As for whether I can make a move, don't worry about it." If Zhao Zhengzheng didn't know Mao Xiaolong's background, he would definitely not dare to cooperate with him. What if the gangs rob each other?
The more remote the place, the more tough the people are.
There are even some villages where the people serve the people in good years but become bandits in bad years, specifically robbing passers-by and being extremely brutal.
Mao Xiaolong looked at Zhao Zheng and suddenly felt that he was mysterious. "Brother Zhao, if you can really eat the skin in my hand, I can give you a lower price."
"That's easy." Zhao Zheng said, "How about this? How many hides do you have on your stall? Give me an estimate of their price!"
"You want them all?"
Zhao Zheng put down his teacup and said unhappily, "What else can I do? Why would I bother to chat with you?"
Mao Xiaolong swallowed his saliva and said, "I didn't bring much goods this time, only one or two taels of silver at most."
"Okay, I'll take it." Zhao Zheng calmly took out a silver ingot from his pocket and put it into Mao Xiaolong's teacup after he finished drinking tea, so that it would not be seen by others.
"Silver!" Mao Xiaolong exclaimed.
Zhao Zheng frowned, "Shut up!"
Mao Xiaolong hurriedly covered the teacup with his hand, and looked at Zhao Zheng again with shock in his eyes. Who is this guy?
Can you take out one or two taels of silver so easily?
"Is it enough?" Zhao Zheng poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip slowly.
"Enough." Mao Xiaolong's throat tightened. "Brother Zhao, oh no, Boss Zhao, do you really want the leather from my stall?"
"I'll say it again, if you don't believe me, we don't have to cooperate."
"Believe it, I believe it." Mao Xiaolong was anxious. Before he saw the silver, he didn't believe it at all, but now he was very happy, knowing that he was lucky.
If they can cooperate for a long time, his family will be able to overcome this difficult time!
"Let's go and get some leather." Zhao Zheng poured the remaining chrysanthemum tea in the teapot into his bamboo tube, threw down two coins, and left.
Mao Xiaolong didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Why waste money if you have already spent it?
He felt that this would make Zhao Zheng more like a qualified businessman.
Come to the stall.
Zhao Zheng kept touching the leather.
[Ding, ninth-stage weasel skin...]
[Ding, hare skin...]
[Ding, wild badger skin...]
There are many types, the most valuable one is a deerskin, but it is not very complete, so it can be sold for about 2,500 coins.
All in all, the total value is 15,000 Wen, which is about 15 taels.
The profit is less than twenty times, which is completely incomparable to that of chicken mushroom.
But Zhao Zheng was also satisfied.
"Boss Zhao, where is your shop? I'll take it there." Mao Xiaolong said enthusiastically.
"No need, just tie them up and put them in my bamboo basket. Such a small amount of goods is nothing. You can close your stall and go home early." Zhao Zheng waved his hand, as if he didn't care about these skins at all.
Mao Wenjuan was stunned and pulled her brother, "Brother, what's going on?"
Mao Xiaolong said, "Juan'er, this Boss Zhao has bought all the goods on our stall."
Mao Wenjuan was stunned. She hadn't realized that the old man in front of her was so generous. She immediately became anxious, "Don't let yourself be fooled. Wasn't the lesson from last time enough?"
Mao Xiaolong stuffed the silver in his hand into hers and said, "This is the money given by Boss Zhao. He is a real big businessman, not a liar!"