People Who Make Money in the Wilderness of Daxia

Haisheng crossed over. Identity: "Traveling merchant" on the border. Actual situation: He was just captured by a grassland tribe, pretended to be dead and was captured alive by the Xia army. His identity could be exposed at any time, and he could be beheaded at any time. But he's in no hurry. After ten years of struggling in the workplace in his previous life, there was only one thing he was good at - making money. From a refugee in Nanshan to a wealthy businessman on the border, from a refugee to the God of Wealth. Grassland is short of food? He exchanged grain for war horses. The court banned salt? He used abandoned salt ponds to boil snow-white refined salt. The border troops are short of pay? He pulled Qianhu and the county magistrate into the same boat. While others were still licking blood, he had already used ledgers and contracts to weave a business network on the border that no one dared to touch. On a day when the mountain was closed by heavy snow, the lights of Luofeng Villa stayed on all night deep in the pine forest. The tribal leaders on the grassland all know that the Han merchant living in the Nanshan holds their grain, salt, and liquor—and also their lives. In the wilderness of the Great Xia, an unidentified refugee started with a pot of strong wine and became the richest person in the wilderness. This road starts from the feet and goes up.