From the end of the first lunar month to the end of February, Qianjia Shop can make money every day. After all, the price difference between brown sugar and foreign sugar is too big, and this business is simply making a fortune.

Even no less than merchants who sell goods between cities to make the difference in price came to purchase sugar and sell it to Ningbo, Suzhou, Huizhou, and Shaoxing. This made the reputation of "money candy" famous in Zhejiang for a time, and even in Nanzhili and Fujian have mentioned it.

However, this also brought a lot of trouble. For example, Manager Ma was worried that the bank deposit would be more and more money, which made him frightened and unable to feel at ease.

As a result, one night, someone rushed into the backyard. Zhang San, who was patrolling the night, found out and beat the gong to scare the thief away. After some inspection, he found that the bank warehouse was fine, but someone stole the small workshop built.

Qian Yuan looked down at the activated carbon scattered on the ground, and smiled with a smile: "I really hope you don't feel too disappointed."

In the eyes of modern people, it is a bit incredible to use yellow mud to decolorize brown sugar, but in the eyes of Ming people, it may be even more fantastic to decolorize brown sugar with charcoal.

Turning to look at the frustrated Zhang San, Qian Yuan smiled and said, "It's nothing. You're doing it right. Just scare the thief away. There's no need to catch a living person."

Li Si was the son of the Qian family, and Zhang San was the son of the Qian family. He was unwilling to farm and had no way to do business. Instead, he learned "martial arts" from others... He thought he was a master, but in fact he was just a thug.

However, Qian Yuan did not underestimate him, because this was the predecessor of the famous battle in the history of the late Ming Dynasty. However, it does not have the nature of a later gang. Now they regard themselves as heroes who "dominate the way for heaven"...

Qian Yuan was just a first time in the village to recuperate. The doctor invited him to rescue several farmers who accidentally ate poisonous weeds at his request. Among them was Zhang San's father. Because of this connection, he became Qian Yuan's long-super. This time he traveled, he specially attracted a group of former brothers, and Li Si was not very convinced.

"I don't know who sent it..." Li Si murmured from the side.

Qian Yuan picked up the activated charcoal and threw it back into the bag, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who it is."

Of course it doesn’t matter. Qian Yuan, Songjiang, has successfully replicated the yellow mud water decolorization method, but activated carbon has been used in Hangzhou. Can anyone imitate activated carbon in this era?

But a few days later, Qian Yuan no longer felt that it was indifferent.

It seemed that the other party had figured out the habit of Qianzhai's guards. He basically came in and walked around every night, and was sent out by Zhang San and Li Si's gongs and gifts. He even made a wave in the first half of the night and another wave in the second half of the night.

Qian Yuan, who was awakened three or four times in one night, was unable to complain and wanted to raise a loudspeaker to shout at them, "Come on and on, but can you move less, don't disturb me when I sleep!"

After statistics, the stolen ones were brown sugar, foreign sugar, iron pot, eggs, activated charcoal, and even one night when Qian Yuan had a midnight snack, half a pot of chicken soup left over from the leftovers of Qian Yuan, was taken away, but there was never a lot of money in the silver warehouse.

Well, to be precise, I have never been stolen, I have always been stolen.

Manager Ma was wondering every day that Young Master Yuan was really a prodigal son. He took people out every day to stroll. Today he bought a set of four treasures in the study and tomorrow he would buy a calligraphy and painting. If he weren't still in the filial piety period, he would probably want to go to the pleasure boat on West Lake.

However, Qian Yuan never dared to visit too far and kept wandering around the inner city. He was really afraid of something going on when he left the city. Although Zhang San's brothers knew some fists and had seen the world in the battle industry, after all, a strong dragon would not defeat local snakes.

Qian Yuan spent the whole day walking by the West Lake until the sunset was setting. He didn't come back. As soon as he entered the door, he saw that the boss Jin Hongjin, who had not seen for a long time, came out with a smile on his face.

"Hey, when will Uncle Jin come here? I won't ask me to call me." Qian Yuan smiled and saluted, "I'm late to write a text at Songhe Tower today."

Manager Ma and Jin Hong, who are familiar with Hangzhou, both looked stiff. Songhelou is a restaurant by the West Lake. The signboard is to keep telling stories every day. What kind of literati will run there to learn writing...

"Hahaha, my nephew is a talented man in Songjiang. I didn't expect that he would still be a Tao Zhugong in the world." Jin Hong smiled so that the fat meat on his fat face was trembling. "The last batch of foreign candies were the work of my nephew."

"Yeah." Qian Yuan smiled shyly, "Last year, he rushed to the provincial examination and was seriously ill on the road. Later, he was found in ancient books when he was recuperating in Zhuangzi. It sounds complicated, but it is also simple..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking." Jin Hong waved his hands on his chest, "This kind of family heirloom recipe must be kept safely, and you cannot say it casually."

Qian Yuan shook his head disapprovingly, regardless of the winking of Manager Ma at the side, and said with a smile: "Uncle Jin is not an outsider. Come on, change the tea, just use the pine roe tea I just bought today."

"My nephew likes pineapple tea?"

"I'm just used to it. In the past two years, my second uncle sent people to send some Huizhou specialties from time to time..." Qian Yuan explained with a smile that Songluo tea was the predecessor of Mao Feng in Huangshan in later generations. It was already a famous tea known to the world in the middle and late Ming Dynasty.

Three people sat down in the living room to taste tea. Qian Yuan commented on famous tea in the world, and he couldn't even talk. Manager Ma only knew how to lower his head to drink tea. Jin Hong echoed a few words from time to time but felt a little restless... I just talked about the key point but changed the topic.

It was not until Qian Yuan finished talking about the difference between drinking tea cakes in the Tang and Song dynasties and tea leaves in the Ming Dynasty that Jin Hong finally found the opportunity to talk about the serious matters.

"Out of debt?" Qian Yuan looked at Jin Hong with a sincere look in surprise, "How much money? Uncle Jin, do you have an IOU?"

"Of course, here, that's it." Jin Hong said with a wry smile: "I was also in Ligang, Zhoushan at the end of last year. At that time, your father borrowed 500 taels of silver from me to buy goods. This year, it is difficult to trade. More and more Japanese pirates came ashore to rob, and the Jin family really couldn't hold on."

Qian Yuan took the IOU and glanced at it, turned his head and handed it to Zhang San, "Go and bring out 500 taels of silver. By the way, let Li Si calculate the interest."

"That's all the interest."

"I want it." Qian Yuan's smile became stronger and stronger. "At the end of last year, Uncle Jin hired someone to salvage the sea. After he failed, he went to Huating to report the death in person. As soon as his nephew arrived in Hangzhou, Uncle Jin came to help. What is this interest?"

"My nephew, today is really..." Jin Hong sighed.

When Jin Hong was sent out, Qian Yuan asked someone to bring two small tubes of pineapple tea out, and he kept apologizing that it was not convenient to visit him during the mourning period.

When he closed the door and returned to the main hall, Manager Ma blurted out with his face, "Young Master Yuan... You don't read the signature, the seal, or the secret notes, and you will just give the money?!"

"It's natural to pay back the debt." Qian Yuan said carelessly: "By the way, Zhang San, you can collect the IOU, so you can use it in the future!"
Chapter completed!