Xishi City is located in Jinguang Gate and occupies two yards, with a length and width of about a thousand meters each.

There are two main streets in the west city, tic-shaped shape, dividing the entire market into nine areas. The middle area is the Xishi Administration and the Pace Bureau's Party.

That is, the Market Administration.

The other eight areas are commercial trade zones.

Each area is divided into small areas by crisscrossing alleys.

According to historical records, there are more than 30,000 permanent merchants in Xicheng City, and countless merchants who set up temporary stalls or traders. They can be regarded as the world trade center at that time.

In order to facilitate transportation of goods, the West City Administration even dug a canal.

Through the canal, goods can be traded directly from the Wei River to the West Market through water.

Pei Shaoqing and his friends entered the west city through the North Second Gate, and saw the streets full of traffic and pedestrians shoulder to shoulder. Moreover, the races were all kinds, including Persians with high noses and blue eyes, Goryeo with cake faces, Southeast Asian indigenous people with dirty skin, and Japanese.

Of course, it is more of the Tang people.

All of these people can live in peace.

This was also a great wonder in the world at that time.

Along the way, there are all kinds of shops lined up.

There is no shortage of food, such as food, such as food, such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

There are also luxury goods such as silk, ready-to-wear, jewelry, medicinal materials, fur, lacquerware, ceramics, spices, calligraphy and painting, and various accents are filled with hawking sounds.

Even in the middle of winter, you can feel the heat waves.

Finally, I saw the tribute paper and walked into an alley in East Second District. There were dozens of shops along the right side of the alley. They were all merchants selling paper, including hemp paper, mulberry paper, and wax paper.

Pei Shaoqing asked Cui Erlang to park the carriage in front of one of the largest shops.

The shopkeeper immediately smiled and greeted him, crossed his hands and said, "Your husband is healthy."

Pei Shaoqing crossed his hands and replied, picked up a knife of tribute paper and asked, "How to sell tribute paper?"

"Mr. Lang is so good at seeing." The shopkeeper introduced with a smile, "The old tribute paper was taken directly from the paper shop in Jipu, Yizhou, so the price is the lowest and the quality is the best. It only takes three stakes of money for one knife!"

My Rini, your father, is the lowest price?

Sure enough, merchants have been cunning since ancient times, and straw can be said to be gold bars.

Pei Shaoqing said in a deep voice: "Shopkeeper, do I look like a fool?"

"Why did you say this?" The shopkeeper showed a embarrassed look on his face.

He originally thought that Pei Shaoqing was the second generation ancestor of a noble family and was not a common person, so he wanted to kill him hard, so that today's profits would be made.

Pei Shaoqing said angrily: "Give me a real price!"

The shopkeeper said helplessly: "One knife and two sects."

Pei Shaoqing said: "What if I buy ten thousand dollars?"

"Ten thousand knives?" The shopkeeper was surprised when he heard this, "Don't condemn the old man."

"Who has time to condemn you?" Pei Shaoqing said, "What price do you just say?"

Seeing that Pei Shaoqing didn't look like a fake, the shopkeeper pondered for a moment and said, "If the husband can really buy 10,000 knives of tribute paper, the price can be reduced by another hundred cents."

"Only one hundred people?" Pei Shaoqing turned around and left.

The shopkeeper suddenly became anxious and said, "Let's go slowly."

Pei Shaoqing said impatiently: "I don't have time to grind my teeth with you, so you can give me a real price? If you can buy it, I will go to the next one. It's not just your shop to sell tribute paper."

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "One knife, one thousand eight hundred documents!"

"One thousand six hundred documents!" Pei Shaoqing said, "Don't think I don't know. The cost of transporting your tribute from Yizhou to Chang'an is only one thousand five."

"One thousand sixteen is too young." The shopkeeper said in a deep grief.

"The family still has to rely on this shop to live."

"And the rent of this shop, and the guy's wages have to be paid out of this profit."

"I really have to sell 1,600 yuan, and I have to pay for it all the hard work in a year!"

"Shopkeeper, you didn't calculate the account like this." Pei Shaoqing said, "It would take at least one year for you to sell out the tribute paper for ten thousand knives, right? The tribute paper is not easy to sell."

"But now I've bought it for you in one day."

"On the surface, the profit is less, and three thousand guan has become one thousand guan."

"But you saved time, think about it, which one is more cost-effective?"

In fact, there is no need to think about it at all, the shopkeeper is like a mirror in his heart.

He can make a profit if he only sells 1,550 cents in this business.

I cried poorly and wanted to make more money, but I had to give up when I met Pei Shaoqing.

"Not a thousand guan is that much, no." The shopkeeper denied it, and said, "But who made Xiao Lao wait to use money recently when he encountered difficulties? Well, then just kill one thousand six hundred guan, alas."

After saying that, he sighed a long time, and his face seemed to be extremely painful.

Pei Shaoqing naturally doesn’t care. If you believe in the merchant, you will lose and you will be a fool.

Pei Shaoqing paid 1,000 guan of silk, cotton and silk as deposits, and the remaining money had to be delivered to the guard office before paying the remaining money.

The tribute paper matter is resolved, and the next step is to go to the human market to buy Kunlun slaves.

Pei Shaoqing asked Cui Erlang to drive the carriage to the people's market again.

Because people are buying and selling people and special commodities, the market is located in the Xishi Municipal Office.

As soon as I entered the West City Office from the east gate, I saw a large square with a row of wooden platforms on the square. There were rows of Kunlun slaves standing on the platform, with at least hundreds of people.

The ankles of these Kunlun slaves are locked with iron chains.

There were many people gathered under the wooden stage, all of which were the buyers of Kunlun slaves.

The carriage could only be parked outside the square, so Pei Shaoqing could only walk into the street with Cui Erlang.

When I approached one of the wooden platforms, I heard a Hu Shang shouting in a stiff and elegant manner: "Dear nobles, my husband, you guys, I am a Sogdian merchant, Ma Yide."

"These are my goods, Kunlun slaves."

"You see these Kunlun slaves are very tall and strong, right?"

Pei Shaoqing happened to walk downstairs and glanced at Kunlun slaves on the stage, and suddenly there was a black line on his forehead.

Just this, it’s also called tall? It’s also called strong? Do you have any misunderstandings about tallness and strength? This is clearly a group of thin and short brown people.

That's right, this is the brown race of South Asia.

The kind of Ah San who looks very dirty and can't be washed clean no matter how hard he is.

Moreover, these 100 South Asians are still very thin and short.

Pei Shaoqing seriously suspected that it was temporarily arrested by Sogdian merchants from South Asia.

"They only need to eat very little food and do a lot of work."
Chapter completed!