The banquet is ready, Liu An looks at the life of Liu Le talks about these days, and it is normal for him to lose weight.

Fatty, let alone fat, can block cold, what really blocks cold is physical fitness.

Since Liu Le started practicing martial arts with General Gao Qiong every morning, there is a possibility of not losing weight in this high-intensity training. However, his body has become thinner and stronger, and he is not as afraid of the cold as before.

Liu An was jealous inside.

The ingredients for the banquet were sent by Li Jilong. Liu An’s farm was outside the city and it was too late to send someone to pick them up temporarily.

During the meal, Liu Le said, "Brother, I heard rumors on my way back to Bianliang that I used an overseas silver mountain to exchange for Changbai Mountain. My eldest brother has always been confident in doing things, and this business must be good. However, I don't think the Liao people can manage a silver mountain well, so I think there is a conspiracy for the Liao people to exchange silver mountain."

"You are right. The Liao people can borrow silver mountain to attract countless Song people to come. This is an extension of the Liao people's pursuit of talent. The Liao people are wrong. It should be said that the Khitans are not good at managing a country, and their Analects of Confucius has not yet been memorized."

Liu Le asked: "Brother, can there be a countermeasure?"

"You are a businessman, what's the matter in charge of national affairs?"

"Brother, because I want to go to Yinshan."

"Dig a silver?"

“That’s right.”

"Stupid." Liu An shook his head and picked up a glass of wine to drink. His younger brother was pretty good at learning, but his head had not yet grown.

Liu Le didn't think so: "Brother, I have studied a lot in the gold and copper mine."

"Le, I ask you, what is the most profitable business in the gold and copper mine?"

"Of course, it was mined? General Gao divided the mining area and gave some to merchants from all over the country. If he was lucky enough to open high-flavored gold ore, he naturally made a fortune."

"You are stupid, but you are not convinced. I ask you, are there any money to lose money when starting a mine?"

"This, there is." Liu Le naturally could not tell lies, there is, there is. Some people are very lucky and didn't even dig out good things when they opened two places. There was copper ore, but the content was too low and the taste was too poor, so they naturally lost money.

Liu An asked again: "Le, what business does the gold and copper mine have to make sure to make a profit without compensation?"

Liu An's question made Liu Le think about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Is there a business in the world that can make sure to make a profit?

"Brother, I don't know."

"Selling water."

After Liu An finished speaking, Liu Le's eyes lit up.

Indeed, if anyone in the gold and copper mining area is sure to make a profit, it is really the one selling water. Regardless of whether you dig a mine or not, water is a must-have.

Liu An said to Liu Le: "I'll tell you about a business, with low investment and high profits."

Liu Le stood up and bowed to Liu Anchang very formally: "Please teach me brother."

"Old clothes."

"Old clothes?"

"Yes, it's old clothes. So, you take back the old clothes from Bianliang, Jinling, and Hangzhou, arrange for someone to wash them, and transport them to the Japanese island. Gradually you will find the terrible thing about this business. First, for our Song Dynasty, a city in a prosperous place, even ordinary families will change new clothes every year, and a set of new clothes and linens costs only fifty cents."

Liu An said, and Liu Le started recording.

A new set of clothes with fifty quids are all good clothes, and a worse one is also thirty quids.

There is no limit to silk clothes. A set of high-quality silk clothes is not top-notch, and a set of 50 sig per heads is not top-notch. If you add gold, silver, and pearls and jade, the starting price is 100 sig per heads.

At the same time, there are also inferior silk clothes, which are common for a set of hundreds of papers.

Are old clothes beneficial?

Liu Le sat aside and began to calculate that although he had confiscated his old clothes, he remembered that when he was a child, many people picked up old clothes outside the door of a wealthy house, and even many rich civilians would pick up clothes outside the door of aristocratic homes to wear.

Not only the clothes, but also the ones I seem to have picked up quite a lot.

Liu Le remembered that when he was six years old, he bought a broken knife that someone else picked up. He spent fifteen cents at that time, and then spent another hundred cents to cultivate the broken knife into a dagger.

The old blacksmith at that time said that before the knife was broken, it was worth at least 100 guan. If you cultivate it into a dagger and add a good scabbard, it would be worth 30 guan.

No, no. Liu Lemeng shook his head. He felt that he was thinking a little off. The brother's intention must be more than just earning this difference.

"Brother, rely on old clothes or small profits?"

"Small profit? There is no small profit in the world. If you think it is small, add all the old iron tools. Remember to remember that cleaning and renovation should not be placed on the Song Dynasty, but outside. You can occupy a piece of land in Asu Mountain. At that time, find some old craftsmen to give high salaries, and recruit the rest of them."

Is this a big profit?

Liu Le still has a little doubt.

Liu An stood up and said, "Happy, you will know how profitable this matter is. When your scale reached the extreme, no one bought new clothes in Japan and Goryeo for at least twenty years."

"Why?"

"This is called industrial destruction. The price of local garments. When you spend the same amount of money to buy a silk garment, no one can afford a new garment workshop. Some people may want to use force to destroy your workshop, but who are you and who am I?" Liu An pointed at Liu Le and then pointed at himself.

In Asu Mountain, no one dares to destroy Liu Le's industry.

"Also, all iron tools. You should have discovered that there were a large number of them that were used in Bianliang for only half a year, and the plows that were a year were abandoned. Why?"

Liu Leneng answered this question: "Because the new steel plow is better than the old iron plow, and it does not require grinding."

Liu An asked again: "Is the old iron plow still valuable?"

"It's just a mixed iron price."

"That's right, but can I buy it for Koryo? Is it better to buy it? Is it better to buy a new plow in Koryo? Even if you don't like the old plows in Dasong, the materials are better than those in Koryo, and the prices are lower. Who do you think will care about the old or new?"

"Brother, this is a way to cut off the road of life, and the Goryeo blacksmith will have no way to live."

"Who said that they can renovate it for you."

"Brother, what I said is that the Korean blacksmith's business was destroyed."

"Are you wrong?" Liu An asked seriously.

Liu Le didn't read much, but he was taught by sages. He was young and kind.

Liu An grabbed Liu Le's collar and said, "Let me carefully and you must not be merciful to the enemy. Your kindness is for your family and to your compatriots. I, Liu An, are not afraid of being scolded by the Goryeo for ten thousand years. You are my younger brother, and you must accept your fate. You are also studying, tell me, where is it?"

Liu Le was frightened. He had never seen his brother as murderous as he was since he was a child.

Seeing that Liu Le didn't say anything, Liu An said, "Who is Jizi Country?"

"Yes, yes, are the princes of Shang."

"It's okay that your book was not in vain. Let me ask you again, who belongs to Lelang County?"

"It is one of the four counties in Han."

"I'll ask you again, who did the 100,000 soldiers of the Great Sui Dynasty buried their bones in Liaodong and were built by someone to Jingguan."

"Goryeo."

Liu An had already shouted: "Will the Goryeo people die?"
Chapter completed!