Chapter 314

"Eight taels of silver per shi, no bargaining! If you come back tomorrow, the price won't be this!"

Fan Wencheng immediately gritted his teeth and asked,

"What if it's Baochao?"

Hearing Fan Wencheng mention Baochao,

the shop boy's eyes immediately lit up.

"My lord, do you say you have Great Ming Baochao on hand?"

Fan Wencheng nodded slightly and said,

"Correct."

The shop boy immediately smiled and said,

"Baochao is still one shi of rice for one guan of cash. If you want more, we can negotiate the price!"

Baochao is a good thing now!

As long as you hold Baochao, you can always find Great Ming merchants entering the pass to buy salt, iron, and grain.

Taking this as the center, gradually the warhorses of the various steppe tribes have also directly joined the ranks of only accepting Baochao.

The reason is nothing else.

Silver is neither edible nor drinkable.

People under heaven recognize it.

That is silver.

If people under heaven do not recognize it, then it is a stone block inferior even to iron!

"My lord? How much rice do you want? I can let the Shopkeeper come out to talk with you!"

"Shopkeeper, this lord has Baochao on hand!"

Fan Wencheng's figure immediately shook.

He asked in disbelief,

"This... the court strictly forbids Baochao. Have you all become so brazen?"

The shop boy smiled with disdain and said,

"My lord, rest assured. Look at these households outside; which one does not accept Baochao? The court may want to ban it, but can they ban it all?!"

The shop boy's tone was filled with contempt and disdain.

Obviously, they had long stopped taking the Eight Banners seriously.

Before the rice shop's Shopkeeper could come out, Fan Wencheng immediately realized something was wrong with the situation.

The streets of Shengjing had already turned into such chaos.

What state is the Baochao Administration in now?

Fan Wencheng dared not think about it.

He immediately ran towards the Viceroy Yamen.

When Fan Wencheng arrived at the Baochao Administration,

he discovered

that the Baochao Administration at this moment had already been surrounded by angry commoners in layers upon layers.

And at the entrance of the Viceroy Yamen,

the Banner Lords of the Eight Banners each held curved blades.

Dorgon paced back and forth incessantly and said,

"Where is Fan Wencheng?!"

"Did you hear? The Master is asking you a question?!"

Looking at Dorgon, whose eyes were about to burst from rage,

Fan Wencheng took a deep breath, straightened his red-topped hat, and sighed leisurely,

"Fan Wencheng is here!"

As soon as the words fell,

the gaze of everyone outside the Baochao Administration instantly focused on Fan Wencheng.

Dorgon stared fiercely at Fan Wencheng and gritted his teeth, asking,

"Fan Wencheng, is this how you answer to Your Majesty?"

"The two generations of savings of Great Qing, did you squander them all in such a short ten days?!"

Dorgon's roar echoed throughout the area outside the Viceroy Yamen.

And the several Banner soldiers behind him, upon seeing Fan Wencheng, were also each grinding their teeth in hatred.

"You dog slave, look at the pile of junk you brought back for us!"

"Even if the Beile doesn't kill you, look whether the commoners of Mancheng will spare you!"

A few taels of scattered silver were thrown hard onto Fan Wencheng's face.

Even if Fan Wencheng had done something spectacular,

essentially he was still attempting to short Great Ming Baochao.

And now, the price of Baochao did not fall.

The price of Bai Yin collapsed instead.

Between this decline and that rise,

all Fan Wencheng obtained was just a pile of stones that could buy nothing!

Do the various steppe tribes not want silver?

Think!

Does Gao Li not want silver?

They want it even more!

But they dare not!

Because beneath the heavens,

only the scale of Great Ming can digest so much silver!

Seeing the wretched state of Shengjing now,

and looking at the current silver price,

none of these foreign lands dare to accept silver on their own.

173, Fan Wencheng, behead him!

Dorgon stared fixedly at Fan Wencheng.

"Mr. Fan, do you not wish to give us an explanation?"

Dorgon had only seen Fan Wencheng cause chaos in Shengjing these past days.

He merely wanted to teach Fan Wencheng a lesson.

But he never expected this.

Fan Wencheng was actually bold.

He knelt before Dorgon and clasped his hands, saying,

"Your servant's virtue is shallow and his talent meager; I am ashamed before His Majesty. Please, Prince, punish me!"

The moment the words fell,

Dorgon could not help but stand frozen in place.

Then, in an instant, Dorgon realized he had done a foolish thing!

Immediately, he rose and slapped the faces of those few Banner men who had just spoken.

"Who taught you to speak to Mr. Fan in such a manner?"

"We merely came to inquire on orders; how could you allow such impudence?!"

The Banner men, having been slapped hard by Dorgon, looked at him in utter confusion.

Dorgon quickly gave a signal with his eyes.

"Get out!"

"Yes! This slave will get out right now, this slave will get out right now!"

Then Dorgon stared fixedly at the crowd of commoners before him and said