Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 217 I'm Going To Make Money
Although Li Shan had a crow's mouth all the way from Xiabo to the south that day, Ling Jing and Wei Zheng shared a common understanding. This is a young man with a long-term vision and a very accurate judgment of the future situation.

Ling Jing asked softly: "Turk?"

Li Shan hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly, "Buying grain and rice, one is for emergency, and the other is for satiety... As long as it is stored properly, at least it will not be a bad thing."

Historically, after the Xuanwumen Incident, Li Shimin ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, but the Turkic cavalry immediately went south and approached Chang'an. In the end, Li Shimin had to sign the Weishui alliance.

This proves that the Turks are likely to enter the Guannei Road or even Jingzhao in the next few years, at least they have the ability to do so.

What's more, Li Shan only remembered the Weishui alliance. Before that, did the Turkic army invade on a large scale?

Tang's extermination of the Turks was largely due to climate reasons, which shows that the Turks are likely to frequently go south to plunder in recent years.

As long as the Turks go south, no matter whether it is the Guannei Road or the Hedong Road, there will be wailing, and the refugees will go south, and the price of food will soar. At this time, it is not a bad thing to save more grain and rice.

Moreover, Li Shan vaguely remembered that when Li Shimin ascended the throne due to the Xuanwumen mutiny, there was a plague of locusts soon after. Even Jingzhao was in danger of food shortages, and Li Shimin was once in a hurry.

Zhu Wei smiled wryly and said, "Someone knows Dalang's intentions, but now he really can't afford the money...or hire young men with food and rice?"

"Absolutely not!" This time it was Ling Jing who opposed, "Dongshan Temple hides a lot of grain and rice, once the news leaks out, I'm afraid bandits will spy on it frequently, and once there is civil unrest, even Huairen and Dingfang can't handle it. "

Ma Zhou sneered and said, "Uncle Qi, Uncle Ling, you better not bother... Huairen probably already has an idea..."

Sensing the displeased gazes from Zhu Wei and Ling Jing, Li Shan smiled and pushed open the door, "Xiaoman, bring the box that was delivered today."

After a while, Xiao Man came in with an antique box, followed by Bian Ji whose oily lips hadn't been wiped off.

Li Shan smiled and beckoned Bianji over, and took out a towel to wipe his mouth.

Li Shan opened the box carefully, and there were two clay pots inside. The inside of the box was paved with soft cloth, and two openings were cleverly set up at the bottom of the box, just to block the two pots.

The clay pot is slightly slender, white and smooth, and looks quite pleasing.

"Pure white and flawless, it's a bit like Xingzhou's criminal kiln." Ling Jing was a little surprised, "Selling criminal kilns in Chang'an might make you lose money."

Li Shan was a little surprised. The criminal kiln, one of the five famous kilns, will lose money if it is sold in Chang'an?
In fact, he himself did not know that the so-called criminal kiln among the five famous kilns generally refers to the Song Dynasty. The criminal kiln in the Tang Dynasty was in the early stage, and its reputation was really not that great. If Ling Jing hadn't stayed in Xingzhou for a long time , may not know.

"What's in it?" Ma Zhou picked up a jar, shook it, unplugged it, sniffed it, and shouted, "It's delicious wine!"

Ling Jing glanced at the body of the bottle, and there was a line of words on it, "Tonight, the sky is like snow... What does this mean?"

Ma Zhou pointed to the jar in his hand, "This bottle is...you can drink a cup."

"It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink?" Ling Jing smacked his lips, "This poem is quite interesting, and it coincides with the heavy snowfall at this time."

Ma Zhou is an alcoholic, smelling the smell of wine, he couldn't help it, and took a big gulp... Then his cheeks turned red, and he coughed loudly, with snot and tears coming out of his cough, and he was still shouting in a daze, "good wine , What a good wine!"

Live it!

Li Shan was gloating on the sidelines. It took him several days to purify it. The alcohol is quite strong, and it's okay to sip it in small sips. Such a big sip, unless you have two catties.

Bian Ji leaned over curiously, and Li Shan hurriedly pulled him back, "I want to taste everything I encounter, this habit..."

"For New Year's Day?" Ling Jing took a sip from a cup and said with a smile, "And then sell it in the East and West Market?"

Zhu Wei took a long sip and coughed a few times, "The wine is as strong as fire, so it will definitely be sold... But using white cans as wine utensils, I'm afraid it will cost a lot."

"These are for him to give as presents. If he sells them, he probably won't use these clay pots." Ling Jing said with a smile, "It also happens to be able to use the grain and rice hidden in Dongshan Temple. Huairen must have been planning for a long time."

Li Shan made a shy look, but unfortunately it didn't look like it, "There are several kilns in the west of Chang'an City. This kind of pottery pots that are given as gifts are expensive. When they are sold, they will naturally have to replace them with cheaper ones."

"Send a box everywhere, Li Demou, Wang Renbiao, etc. can help, and Ling Bo will also help.

Ling Jing sneered and said: "Longxi Li, Taiyuan King, Jingzhaodu, Qinghefang, Luoyang Changsun, Wucheng Zhang, Jingzao Liu, and even worse, there are Huaiyang King, Zhongshu Shilang, this old man is a poor man, powerless."
"Uncle Ling will enter the Tiance Mansion every year..." Li Shanqian said with a smile, "It just happens to be a gift."

Ling Jing was so stuffed up that his chest was tight, he stared, and turned his head to look at the two white clay pots on the table with interest. The pottery pots are put together, the sky is like snow in the evening, can you drink a cup?

Zhu Wei smiled and asked, "Dalang, do you have the whole poem?"

"Green Ant's new fermented wine, a small red clay stove, it will snow in the evening, can you have a glass?" Li Shan smiled and said: "This wine is as clear as water, so there is no need to drink it hot. The first two sentences are not applicable."

The purified baijiu has no greenish color and ants-like dross foam, and it does not need to be slightly heated like rice wine and old wine.

Li Shan finally chose to improve the brewing process to make money, which was really helpless.

There is no way, there is no patent law in this era, and it is too easy to get some furniture that is more in line with the era... but Li Shan does not want to do any business that does not have any technical barriers.

It just so happens that Dongshan Temple has a large amount of grain and rice, and Liu Dongben, which Li Shan brought from Changlepo that day, has improved the brewing method, and Li Shan only needs to purify it.

And if someone finds out that Zhujiagou has been buying grain and rice in the future, this is also an excuse that can be prevaricated.

However, one has to be skilled in selling wine. There are many wine shops in Chang'an City, and the taste is quite similar, but the wine at Dongshan Restaurant is more expensive than other wine shops, and the supply is in short supply.

It is nothing more than supporting facilities and dishes, etc., so Li Shan made a foolish thing.

Zhu Wei asked curiously, "Dalang, did you write this poem?"

"Of course not." Ling Jing said with a half-smile, "It's Huairen who heard what others did in Lingnan and just wrote it down."

Li Shan smiled and nodded, "I just listened to someone chant..."

Bian Ji, nestled in Li Shan's arms, suddenly asked curiously: "Da Lang, didn't you say that it doesn't snow in Lingnan?"

Li Shan blinked, speechless.

Wocao, what a mistake!
And I forgot about the character design of this little monk, a hundred thousand why!

(End of this chapter)