Chapter 146 Cheng Mansion's First Pot of Gold
In September, there are more and more winds and rains, and the weather turns cooler.

In the three huge open sheds, the hammers were smashing cheerfully, the fire was raging, and it was full of enthusiasm and energy.

After eating breakfast, Li Xian wandered around the workshop with his hands behind his back, looking at Mr. Wen who was dozing off on the high platform, with a slight smile on his face.

A few days ago, the old man was still worrying about the horseshoe, pacing back and forth in the workshop like ants in a hot pot. Now the manufacturing situation is very good, and he is completely relieved.

He stepped forward and lightly touched the old man's arm, looking at the raised blurred old eyes, before Li Xian could speak, the old man hurriedly got up, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Master Li, sit down quickly."

Li Xian pushed the old man's figure back on the chair, leaned down, and put it close to his ear.

"The matter of the workshop will be taken care of by Mr. Wen, and Li will look back at the mansion."

The workshop was noisy, the old man listened to it for a while, then realized it, and nodded with a smile.

"Master Li, please, please."

With meritorious deeds in front, it becomes easier to say anything, and Lao Chen has no intention of stopping it.

Li Xian cupped his hands and walked out of the workshop after a few reminders.

After staying in the workshop for a long time, it was as if he was being raised in a factory or mine. Since he stepped on the street, boarded the carriage and walked through the street, Li Xian had just passed by in January.

People on the long street have already put on long gowns, and the bakery stalls that have not been displayed in the summer are gone. Running on the long street.

The hawkers at the stalls served hot meals, greeted the shoppers warmly, and the sound of hawking echoed throughout the long street.

Li Xian watched for a moment from the corner of the raised car curtain, and his intuition melted into the joy, and his mood suddenly rose.

Slowly leaning back on the seat, Li Xian listened to the laughing voices squeezed in from the window, followed by the slightly swaying carriage and closed his eyes to refresh himself, feeling a little drowsy.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped, and the coachman called softly through the curtain.

"The tea shop in front of you is open, and the long street is blocked."

Flesh blurred his eyes, Li Xian lifted the curtain and came out, the scene in front of him really surprised people.

The long street was crowded with people, and a small tea shop was surrounded by a large number of men and women, and there were exclamations from time to time amidst the crowd.

"My God! Isn't this Mr. Fang Xiang? If you buy a pot of tea with a hundred gold, you really think the tea is made of gold, silver and jade?"

"What do you know? This is royal tribute tea. To be able to drink the same tea as His Majesty today, this life is not in vain."

"Oh! I heard that this is not only a royal tribute tea, but also an indispensable item for His Majesty to reward heroes, that is, rich dudes who can't make great achievements, but are extremely hypocritical and want to try something new, so they go to this tea shop to taste tea. Buy a pot of tea."

"I think you are just sour. People can taste it even if they don't work hard, but you can't taste it even if you don't work hard. You just said that."

Listening to the lingering words in his ears, Li Xian shook his head slightly, and glanced at the plaque on the door of the tea shop.

Lu Yu Tea House is square and round, with four big characters shining in the golden light, which is particularly eye-catching.

This is the name Li Xian bestowed on Cheng Chumo's tea shop, with the purpose of spreading the name of this later tea expert and making a name in advance.

As for snatching Lu Yu's job ahead of time, Li Xian didn't care. After all, this man who is called the God of Tea is the author of three volumes of "The Classic of Tea".If you want to rely on the tea shop to eat, you don't have to worry about it.

Looking back and waving his arms, Li Xian got into the carriage and said.

"Let's go, let's go to the workshop."

In this era when a bucket of rice is worth a few pennies, the price of a hundred gold tea can be called sky-high.

It's a good thing for someone to snatch it, at least the copper coins will be sent to Li Xian's pocket soon!

At the very least, Cheng Mansion, who provided two boxes of tea leaves to the imperial city for nothing every month, could earn the first pot of gold, which was considered as a repayment of a favor that he leaked earlier.

The carriage shook again, Li Xian propped his head, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

If Li Er hadn't named the tea as royal tribute tea, and didn't use the tea as a reward, I'm afraid there would be no such disturbance in the imperial city.

At this moment, Li Xian felt a little grateful for the gangster-like Li Erlai.

The distance is not far, and from time to time, I can hear some news about the military patrol and the news that the army is about to conquer.

The carriages and horses stepped out of the city gate and walked towards the relatively quiet country road. Cheng Chumo rushed out before the carriage stopped and shouted from a distance.

"Brother Li! Brother Li!"

Before the carriages and horses stopped, they lifted the curtain and pulled Li Xian out, dragging him all the way to the courtyard.

"You've returned home! I'm just waiting to invite you back from Announcement. Those brothers in Longyou are too enthusiastic, and they moved back a whole ten cars."

"The courtyard is full of these things, and there is not even a place to pile up the charcoal. These are for you to watch!"

"Also, our tea shop opened, you don't know, there are huge crowds of people, and the rich kids spend money like water, comparable to the Red Moon House! We are making a lot of money..."

Li Xian waved his hands to prevent the excited figure beside him from chattering, stopped and turned his head.

"The matter of the tea shop was originally promised by Li, and the profit will be shared, so there is no need to mention it."

"Where's Baidizi? It's not for viewing, I have other great uses!"

While speaking, he was dragged to the backyard by Cheng Chumo. There were mountains of things covered with silk covering the backyard, occupying most of the land, which really surprised Li Xian.

Stepping forward a few steps, touching the somewhat damp silk cloth, Li Xian's face turned pale.

"You don't need to be so extravagant even if you lie down to make money now, right? This is the best silk, and you are a prodigal."

Cheng Chumo chuckled, and lifted a corner of the whole silk cloth with his hands, revealing the white folds.

"Brother Li's stuff, no matter how much we spend, it's still worth it."

"But Brother Li, why did we get these white stacks?"

Li Xian smiled mysteriously as he weighed a few fluffy cotton balls.

"You were born with a golden spoon in your mouth, and the poor people don't have enough food and clothing, you certainly don't know."

"The cold winter is approaching now, and the rich and wealthy families can live a warm and comfortable winter by wrapping expensive fur and silk fabrics. But those soldiers and working people do not have such financial resources, or they can only curl up in the cold bed , or pick up the hoe and break out in a hot sweat."

"This white stack can be regarded as the gospel of the poor. We can grow it in these areas. It can be cultivated for a year, and a cotton coat can be sewed for a few years."

Hearing this, Cheng Chumo gave a thumbs up, with a bit of respect on his face, spread his sleeves and cupped his hands.

"Brother Li has the heart of the world, and I, Cheng Chu, bow down silently."

Instead, he lowered his arms, and there was a look of suspicion on his handsome cheeks.

"Brother Li, what's in your head? How can you think of this method? And this white stack may not be able to make cotton clothes?"

"And this...why is it called a cotton coat?"

Li Xian didn't bother to explain to Cheng Chumo, so he pulled the silk cloth to cover the white fold.

"You kid, don't be poor. If it weren't for worrying about my father's expedition to the cold land in the west, I would rather lie on the couch. Who would want to bother?"

"Go and find some tailors on the corner of the street."

"start!"

(End of this chapter)

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