Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 40 Capital is expensive
"Sir, can you really grow vegetables in winter?" Lu Mingyi asked tremblingly.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, everything is chilling.

Unlike modern society, anytime you go to a vegetable market, you will find a wide variety of fresh vegetables.

In today's era, eating fresh vegetables is a luxury even for noble ministers and relatives of the emperor.

In winter, the most common foods that people eat are pickled vegetables and dried vegetables.

There have been records related to pickled vegetables and dried vegetables since the pre-Qin period.

But whether it is pickled vegetables or dried vegetables, the nutritional value of vegetables is relatively large.

Better families can enjoy a bite of cellared vegetables in winter, the most typical example of which is kohlrabi.

Although the cellared vegetables basically maintain the original flavor of the vegetables, there are differences in the degree of freshness.

It is not that there were no records of off-season planting in ancient times.

For example, in the Tang Dynasty, hot spring hot water was introduced into the "inner garden" for the palace to grow off-season fruits and vegetables, creating a temperature suitable for the growth of vegetables.Tang poet Wang Jian's poem "Early Spring in Front of the Palace": "The inner garden is divided into warm soup, and the melons have been put in in mid-February", which is what it says.

But these are just special cases and cannot be regarded as normal situations.

Yang Xian nodded, smiled and said, "Is there ever a time when I can't do what I said?"

Lu Mingyi, who respected Yang Xian as a god, naturally believed in Yang Xian's words.

If we could grow fresh vegetables in winter, the situation would be completely different.

Lu Mingyi's eyes were shining, and everything was rare and valuable. When the time comes, whatever vegetables he grows will be pure gold!
Compared with this, the money invested in these tarpaulins is nothing.

That's a drop in the bucket.

No, it’s the tip of a feather in the ocean!

When he thought of this, Lu Mingyi immediately became energetic and started to recruit people according to Yang Xian's instructions.

Beijing.

Mingji Bookstore.

"Shopkeeper, hasn't the new volume of Dream of Red Mansions arrived yet?" A girl stood in the bookstore and asked.

Wang Yuemin can no longer remember how many customers have come to ask about this in recent times.

She could only explain, as she did every time before, that the author's follow-up story had not yet been written, and that everyone would be notified as soon as the new volume of the book arrived.

After hearing the answer, the girl left with a disappointed face.

Wang Yuemin didn't know why this novel suddenly became popular, because she didn't do any publicity from beginning to end.

Their bookstore once sold out of stock.

In her spare time, she also watched some, and they were all about garden dramas about parents being short-lived and children being in love, which was very boring.

As for plots such as Qin Keqing's dream of meeting Baoyu and Baoyu's first trial of love, Wang Yuemin didn't think it was a big deal. She has Mongolian ancestry and is more open-minded than the people in the Central Plains. Coupled with her royal status, this kind of male-female matter has not happened since childhood. She's seen it a lot, and it's normal in her eyes.

But he would not regard Cao Xueqin as a lewd person.

With the popularity of Dream of Red Mansions, and when Mingji Bookshop sold out all the books, some bookstores in the capital also began to secretly pay attention to it.

It didn't take long.

Many unscrupulous booksellers began to pirate copies of Dream of the Red Chamber and sell them in the capital.

Although those pirated books, no matter the paper or the clarity of the printed words on them, are far inferior to those produced by Mingji Bookstore, they can't help but sell them cheaply.

Wang Yuemin was helpless about this kind of thing.

She also mentioned this matter in her letter to Yang Xian. Calculating the time, based on past experience, she should have received a reply by this time.

Wang Yuemin stood behind the counter, holding his chin with one hand and his eyes a little distracted.

Push back some time.Yongchang Houfu.

"Marquis Yongchang, big deal, big deal!"

Although several months have passed since the snowflakes and salt incident, Lan Yu still has not completely recovered from the blow.

After being warned by Zhu Biao, during this period, he would be as honest as he wanted.

Thanks to Zhu Biao, otherwise he would have participated in the snowflake salt reselling operation like other nobles because of his personality.

In the end, they lost all their money. You must know that until now, those guys have not sold out all their salt reserves.

So when I heard Fei Ju talking about the big deal, I lost interest for a while.

"What big deal?" Lan Yu asked.

Fei Ju didn't notice the strangeness in Lan Yu's expression. He took out a book from behind and said, "This is it."

"Sell books?"

Lan Yu seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Why didn't I know that Pingliang Hou also likes to read books on weekdays?"

A marquis with a background as a military general came to his house late at night, and the big business he was talking about turned out to be selling books.

In Lan Yu's opinion, this matter is as funny as it gets.

Fei Ju didn't care at all about Lan Yu's ridicule. He pointed at the book in his hand and said, "I don't usually read, but I know how much this book is worth now."

"How much?" Lan Yu said angrily.

In his opinion, how many copper coins can a broken book be worth?
But immediately, Fei Ju's words shocked Lan Yu.

"Mingji Bookstore, the original copy of Dream of Red Mansions, the asking price has reached 5 taels of silver." Fei Ju stretched out his hand and made a three sign.

"How much?" Lan Yu thought she heard wrongly and subconsciously raised her voice.

After waiting for Fei Ju's definite reply, Lan Yu opened her eyes wide.

A broken book is worth so much? !

The men worked hard on the battlefield, almost with their heads stuck in their waistbands, and finally managed to earn the current amount of wealth.

No wonder, you all want to be a scholar.

"That's it, it's all priceless!"

Fei Ju then spoke: "The books stored in Mingji Bookstore have been sold out. Although there are some handwritten manuscripts on the market, the quality is poor. If a batch of beautifully printed Dream of Red Mansions suddenly appears at this time, it will definitely be a big success. Sell."

As for why Fei Ju discovered this business.

Let’s start with his daughter.

His daughter is a loyal fan of Dream of Red Mansions.

When he learned that his daughter had spent five taels of silver to buy a "Feng Yue Novel" from someone else, he was furious to death on the spot.

When Fei Ju took the book from his daughter, he flipped through it on the spot. He happened to see the part about Jia Baoyu's first trial of love, and naturally thought it was a "romantic novel."

He was not angry with his daughter for reading such an inappropriate novel, but he was angry with her for spending five taels of silver!

You must know that today is different from the past. If it were half a year ago, let alone five taels of silver, even if it was 50 taels or 500 taels, Fei Ju would not even blink an eyebrow.

But at this moment, there are still mountains of snowflakes and salt piled up in his warehouse!

These five taels of silver made his already difficult life worse.

But he soon came up with an idea to make money.

(End of this chapter)