Unlike this descendant of the big food merchant surnamed Pu, there are still many pure foreign merchants at the Xiangguo temple meeting, such as the Hu people, the big cannibals, Southeast Asians, the Japanese, the Koreans, and the Khitans. Most of them can speak a little Chinese, and most of the items they sell are specialties of their country.

The Hu people are the most fond of selling blankets and gold ornaments, the big cannibals are more likely to deal in precious spices, and the Japanese and Goryeo are the poorest, so they can get a conch shell or coral as a treasure.

Southeast Asians are the grandsons, and they have only one kind of goods, bronze Buddha statues, various sects, and the asking price is very high, a bit of a half year not open, open for three years.

In addition to liking snacks and juggling, Lian'er really has little interest in wearing jewelry and other miscellaneous items. At this time, she had already entered the depths of the courtyard, and there were more and more stalls selling books, so she was even less interested.

So he pulled Xu Donglai to be a volunteer security guard, patrolling back and forth in the outer circle of the team. Because there are a lot of thieves in Xiangguo Temple, and it is a big den for selling stolen goods, there is basically no hope of getting it back if it is stolen, and it is in vain to report to Kaifeng Mansion.

"Official, official, why did he come here to sell goods, didn't he steal the objects of Bao Hui Tang and go here to sell stolen goods! Wasp, quickly catch this guy with the officials and bring it back for torture! Soon she found out that it was not a thief, but a bookstall in the distance.

Other booksellers spread a piece of linen cloth or a wooden board on the ground and spread the books on top of it, with dozens of books at most and only a few books at the few.

But this bookseller is different, the books are stacked on wooden boards, and each stack has dozens of copies, and dozens of stacks are neatly stacked.

The bookseller stood in the middle, holding a book in each hand, and muttering vernacular to the customer in front of him. It's a little far away and I can't hear what he's talking about, but this bookseller Hong Tao knows, Gao Cuifeng!

"Don't talk nonsense, lady, send someone to hear what he's talking about and what kind of books he's selling."

Gao Cuifeng is a thief Hong Tao doesn't believe it, whose thief would steal so many bulky books, it is better to take the copper mold away and sell it to save trouble.

But he couldn't figure out why he went to the temple fair to sell books, and Bao Huitang was not a small private workshop that printed books, novels, and small advertisements, let alone a publisher, so there was no need for retail.

The person sent by the princess was very particular, and she was one of the eight concubines of the concubine, named Cai Erniang. She used to like to write and draw when she was fine, and she rarely went out of the backyard. Not to mention that Gao Cuifeng didn't know him, even Hong Tao himself looked at it, changed his clothes and changed his head shape, and he didn't dare to recognize it when he walked on the street.

Since they were sent to work in the Flying Eagle Society and the Treasure Painting Hall, these concubines are not sad, because the Horse Mansion has released their deeds of sale, and now they are all free people, and they still have a good job. But none of them offered to leave the Horse Mansion, and they still lived in their own rooms as usual, but there were no personal maids or anything.

"He's not selling, he's shutting down. The concubine also won a copy, please see it, officials. Cai Erniang went, and after a short time, she came back with a book. According to her, Gao Cuifeng was not selling books, but playing a gambling game.

He put together the scriptures printed in the Hoe Hall and several other woodblock prints for everyone to look at from a distance of one meter. If you read two sentences on any book, you will receive a copy of the scriptures printed by Hoe Do. It doesn't matter if you can't read it, you just need to bring in one more person to participate in the Guan Po, and you don't have to pay any price.

"It's a shame not to do business and choose to be a secretary for someone!" Cai Erniang didn't finish saying that Hong Tao understood what Gao Cuifeng was doing, this guy was advertising Baohuitang in disguise, which was the same as many merchants giving gifts in later generations.

However, the location he chose is very particular, Xiangguo Temple, the temple fair is only an additional attribute, the temple is its own duty, the incense is also very prosperous, up to the officials and nobles, down to the Pingming people like to burn pillar incense here.

The book is delivered here, and it is also intended to draw attention to the difference between the Treasure Hall publication and other publications in terms of printing clarity, although there is not a word of boasting, and even the sign of the Treasure Painting Hall is not hung up, but there is a book on it, and this advertisement is very clever.

"Write it down, Zhu Bajin assisted Gao Cuifeng to choose a suitable place in the city and set up a shop for Bao Huitang."

These days, I have patronized other industries, and I haven't thought much about the affairs of Bao Huitang, and now it seems that it is time to let it show its grandeur and really enter the printing and publishing industry of the Song Dynasty.

Moreover, the Treasure Painting Hall must be separated from the Fuma Mansion, or at least the business establishment must leave. Otherwise, when a big customer comes and wants to see a sample or something, he can't bring it all to the Pony Mansion. Even if you are willing to bring it, people may not be willing to come.

When you come, you are full of interest, and when you leave, you are reluctant to give up, this is the feeling of coming to Xiangguo Temple to visit the temple fair.

It's too big, there are so many stalls, everything is good, all want to buy. But everyone only has the same money, although this money is already a lot, but the money thing is also afraid of excitement, and when everyone spends it together, it is not particularly fast.

Of course, there must be one person who is not interested, Hong Tao only walked around for a short time and then went to the riverside dock to watch the tank boat unload.

It's not about unloading, it's about looking at the structure of the tanker. This is about to become an occupational disease, as long as he encounters a ship, no matter how big or small, Hong Tao wants to lean over and take a closer look.

In addition, there are a lot of strong laborers waiting to be hired on the docks, which is also an aspect that Hong Tao wants to know.

After all, in a few months, I will have to hire a large number of laborers, whether it is planting trees, boiling wax, coking, or making honeycomb coal, all of which are labor-intensive industries. Zhu Bajin understands that he understands that he can not participate in specific affairs, but he must understand the big and small things, and he can't really be the shopkeeper.

"This salary is not low!" The result of this understanding is to sigh that the wages of these terminal stevedores are really not low.

It costs almost 150 yuan per person per day, and there are rewards if the quota is exceeded. Even if there is no bonus, 5 yuan a month is a lot. You must know that your friend Su Shi is a deputy group trainer in Huangzhou, and his monthly salary is only five yuan.

Hong Tao didn't think that these stevedores shouldn't take so much money, and they also worked hard to earn it. Isn't there a saying in later generations that revolutionary work can only be divided into different divisions, and there is no distinction between high and low.

But it's amazing to exploit this thing, and when you're in the exploited class, you can't wait to bite the boss to death, and it's not too much to pay you.

But once the position is changed, all thoughts immediately take a 180-degree turn, how much salary is too much, how to see how the workers think they can do more work. Isn't there a famous saying in later generations, the ass determines the head, philosophy!

When they returned home, the group became smaller, and the children and women walked slowly in the back, while Hong Tao took the wasp first.

There are two roads to go from Siqiao to Guangdefang, the state bridge to the north along the west wall of the imperial city, or from the state bridge to the west, after the Duting West Station and then to the north.

The first road is mostly quiet, but there are more turns and the road surface is relatively narrow; The second road is wider, the main east-west arterial road of the whole city, but there are more shops and government offices on both sides of the road, and there are more people.

Hong Tao chose the second path, for no other reason, he thought about the addiction of running around the city. This thing is like running on Chang'an Avenue in later generations and driving at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, but it is not clear whether there were traffic police in the Song Dynasty and whether they will deduct points and fines.