Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Although Chen Zuchang's experience is not enough, he is confident.

With the salt-making skills in hand, one dare not expect more, five hundred guan is easy to get.

In Huazhou, where there is no large salt production area, the whole snowflake salt can help the local area survive the locust plague, and the profits can be imagined.

Lao Ba closed his eyes, leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, and hummed an unserious slang in a faint voice.

Hey, the pony is tied to a big tree, the coquettishness of the past can only be turned into a sullen coquettish.

As a husband, at least he looks a little bit, not because the waste in Pingkang Fang Beili is too scary.

Living in Chang'an is not easy, and girls from Beili are not cheap.

No, to be precise, nothing is cheap, and Lao Ba's family can't support it anymore.

Fortunately, although Du Siniang's appearance is not outstanding, she is virtuous and kind. She is proficient in all housework, and a meal is quite a favorite of the eighth child.

Although there are three servants in the house to help, Du Siniang tries her best to do it herself.

It's been a long time since I have the feeling that my family is waiting to eat together at every meal.

No wonder people say that it is correct to listen to the ancients when they say marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous person.

If I can hold a good baby next year and hear him call Aye the year after, that will be so beautiful!
When the baby remembers, I will take him and Du Siniang back to Zheng County to kowtow to Ayaniang's tomb to comfort the ancestors.

After a deadly quarter of an hour, Li Jingheng, who was extremely embarrassed, couldn't help pushing Chen Zuchang, who was about to wake up laughing.

Lao Ba opened his eyes and smiled even more: "Since no one is interested, this recipe will make it silent in the world forever..."

One arm was raised high: "Shi Shi sacrificed five hundred and one guan."

The aristocratic family and the common people were furious, and they clearly agreed to jointly suppress it!

Take a closer look, Sogdians, it’s all right.

No way, you can't turn your face, otherwise you are ruining your own fortune.

Of course, the Sogdians are not the only ones who can do business in the world, but the Sogdians make the most of those things that look gorgeous but are actually not very useful!

It's really turned upside down, who will sell the colored glaze that I worked so hard to produce?
Glancing at Shi Shisi, each family raised their prices one after another, and those who lacked confidence were eliminated one after another.

The aristocratic family that had made a real fuss raised the price to seven hundred guan with anger.

What alliance, it's all nonsense at this time, whoever grabs it belongs to him!
No one mentions the nonsense of sharing.

No one noticed that Shi Shisi, who yelled the first voice, disappeared after two rounds of following.

"710 points, who else!"

The steward of the Taiyuan Wang family yelled out this sentence with a ferocious face.

There is a lot of salt in Wang's land, and it's not that there is no purification technology, but the efficiency is really terrible.

Isn't this holding a golden bowl and begging for food?

Therefore, the Wang family's steward raised ten pennies without hesitation, in order to hurt others.

If it falls into the hands of others, not to mention that they refuse to share it with you, it is really given to you, and the whole salt may be poisonous to death.

Only the handshake is the safest.

It's not the first time that various families have fought openly and secretly.

The current price has already surpassed the psychological bottom line of other aristocratic families, so naturally there is no way to keep up.

No matter how profitable it is, it also has a bottom line, no matter how high the price is, it is not worth buying.

The steward of the Wang family gritted his teeth and let out a final roar: "However, Yongzhou must also give me a guarantee from the Wang family of Taiyuan, and this party will not be leaked by Yongzhou in the future!"

Chen Zuchang smiled brightly: "Yongzhou dares to guarantee you with Biejia's integrity, you are the only family in the Tang Dynasty."

After the money and the goods were settled, Wang's steward walked out of the Furong Garden in a high-spirited manner with the kit in hand, but was immediately overwhelmed by his former accomplices, and the kit was snatched away.

Afterwards, a group of people fought, even if the left waiter Wei Yiwei shot to suppress him, he was still ready to move.

Finally, a steward with a bruised nose and a swollen face opened the kit, took out the note, glanced at it, and fell headlong to the ground.

The other steward knew something was wrong, but couldn't help catching the note, and read out the corner of his mouth, "It will be pure after washing."

This is Lao Ba's bad taste.

Hehe, if you want to take advantage of Ba Ye, there is no way.

The real note, Lao Ba asked Wang's steward to stuff it in his nose, who would turn to that smelly place?
Wang's steward slipped away long after the kit was robbed.
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Guangdefang, Yongzhou Cangcao.

Li Jingheng, who joined the army with Sicang, ate snacks with a smile on his face, while Sicang Shi made a sacrifice to Shi with a letter.

"Oh, officer, can you write a little more of this number, such as five thousand?"

The stunt of inflating costs is common all over the world.

Li Jingheng smiled: "It's not going to work. If you argue with Yongzhou with written evidence in the future, I will die."

Immediately, Li Jingheng lowered his voice: "Out of the Tang Dynasty, you can find someone to carve seals and write notes according to the same pattern. Isn't it up to you to fill in as many as you want?"

This is the case with cross-border trade. Even if you know that some documents are watery, you can't pursue them in detail—unless the amount is huge.

These ghostly tricks, Li Jingheng, a young man from a good background, naturally don't understand, they were all misled by Fan Zheng.

Shi Shisi grinned with a big mouth with a curved beard.

"Papers! That's right, I can fill them out myself! I can even fill them in if I go to Merry!"

Shi Shisi, who felt that he had learned the essence, was ecstatic. Didn't he find another way to make money?
For the auction of Ziyun Building, Shi Shisi was just a trustee, responsible for bringing up the atmosphere.

Because, Fan Zheng promised that as long as the Sogdians did this, they could purchase the right to use other than Datang at a reserve price outside of the auction.

As for whether Shi Shisi acquired it personally, or whether they shared the surnames of the Sogdians, it is not something Fan Zheng should consider.

Snowflake salt is something that you can claim to make money, but there are also many things that are more valuable than salt. It is enough for Shi Shisi and the others to go back and do it in a foreign country. The cost of bringing Datang to compete is too high.

Taiyuan Wang's 710 guan, plus Shi Shisi's 210 guan, instantly increased the Yongzhou warehouse by [-] guan, which is more than enough to fill the gap in medicine.

Wang Fuzhen was dumbfounded when he received the receipt.

He thought it was a big and difficult task, but Shangguan waved his hands to solve it, making up the gap and still having a surplus!
Medicine is like a festival, twenty medical students made a noise of two hundred.

Because, the utensils and medicinal materials that you promised are all in place!
Even the dolls are all refined products purchased from Jiang's Medicine Store, so the recognition of acupoints must be more accurate!

"I heard that Yongzhou is out of money. Don't sell the method of refining snowflake salt for the sake of medicine."

Jiang Baizhi revealed the news sensationally, which moved the medical students even more.

But who knows, Fan Zheng agreed to sell the salt-making method because Yongzhou did not produce much salt, so this recipe became tasteless, so it is better to sell it to solve the urgent need.

It doesn't mean that there will be another epidemic in that year. Don't you need a large number of medical workers to treat the common people?
It's always right to be prepared. Fan Zheng, as a leader in Yongzhou, naturally wants to think about the people of Yongzhou.

When an official does not make decisions for the people, it is better to go home and sell tofu.

Fan's realm is that high! (end of this chapter)