pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 159

"What are you looking at? How could he sell these things when he came to dump stones in the capital?"

"What can't be done? Go back and enter the capital for a while. There are only so many things. They must go directly to the palace, so there's no need to sell them." The old lady said domineeringly, and Song Qingge was taken aback for a while.

Enter the palace?Will you give money?

In Song Qingge's mind, the palace doesn't need to give money for things.

"Women's benevolence, how much silver do you have when you enter the palace? Take two boxes and send it to the queen. When the other people see it, they can buy as much silver as they want. Girl, how much silver do you plan to sell this thing? The old man told you, once The box can’t be lower than 20 taels, if the price is too low, you can’t sell it.”

Zhang Qingshan said firmly.

"20 taels? Isn't the price a bit low? Let our girl earn some money. If I say 100 taels a box, I will rush to buy it."

"No, this year's harvest is bad and natural disasters continue. The palace advocates frugality. If anyone knows who spends this money on shopping, can the palace spare him?"

"How about 80 taels? Sell it secretly, only sell it to a few, and don't publicize it."

"..."

Listening to the discussion between the two, Song Qingge didn't know what to say.

She has already described how much there is in a box, about fifty snow clam oils. According to the highest price, ten copper coins a piece, fifty pieces can be sold for half a tael of silver. Now it is just adding a package and refining it. That's it, it has doubled twenty times.

Isn't this money grabbing?

Song Qingge originally planned to sell five taels of silver for a box, but the current purchase price has doubled by more than ten times, even if she gave half of it to her collaborators, she could still earn a lot.

just now……

"Ahem, I think a box of 20 taels of silver is a lot."

She didn't say five taels of silver anymore, Zhang Qingshan said that less than 20 taels of silver is too cheap to sell.

"You don't have to worry about this matter, just bring as many boxes as you want, and let Xiao Wu take them back to the capital later, and send them to you after selling the silver." The old lady made a domineering decision.

Song Qingge didn't know what to say, and said in a low voice: "There are five boxes now, and there will be about three hundred boxes in the end."

At the same time, she was constantly calculating in her heart, even if calculated on the basis of 20 taels per box, there would still be 6000 taels of silver, she gave half of it to Zhang Qingshan and his collaborators, and the remaining 3000 taels to Liu Xiaomi for a third , then she still has 2000 taels left.

2000 taels of silver, how many recipes does she need to sell?
Suddenly, she wondered if she made the purchase price higher?
"Three hundred boxes?"

As soon as Song Qingge finished speaking, Zhang Qingshan and the old lady stared at her with wide eyes, so much?

"I looked in the town for the past two days, and they are selling everywhere. The restaurants and restaurants can't digest them all. I asked someone to help me to collect them. Now the weather is getting colder and colder. I can't help it if it freezes in a few days. Catch it, so there are almost three hundred boxes of this."

"..."

The old couple looked at each other, and Qi Qi was happy.

"I'm afraid the price won't be so high. I'll write a letter back to Beijing tomorrow and ask someone to ask you."

They thought that it would be the same as the pine nuts sold by Song Qingge before, and the quantity would not be too many, thinking that they could secretly buy them and bring them back to the capital to give away.

In order not to be suspected by Song Qingge, the price was discussed.

From the looks of it now, Song Qingge really intends to start this business, so he needs to plan carefully.

"Don't worry, it will take more than a month to make these three hundred boxes, and the price should be around five taels of silver."

Song Qingge also guessed what the two old people were thinking...

(End of this chapter)