Needless to mention the value of tobacco, an important source of contemporary national defense is tobacco. In this era of poor material enjoyment, if you make up tobacco yourself, it would be like selling drugs.

As for chili peppers, this taste has not yet appeared in the Song Dynasty. People who want to eat spicy food can only use some irritating ingredients such as dogwood, ginger, etc. Although everyone still has the idea of ​​whether they have spicy taste, they just need to eat it.

In my mouth, Liang Chuan can guarantee that this kind of crop is hard to find!

"My dear friend, Allah will bless you!" Liang Chuan also echoed.

Hussein heard Liang Chuan say that Allah was not sincerely acknowledging that he was a believer of Allah, but those who believe in Allah were all his brothers and sisters, which was impossible to be wrong.

Liang Chuan is a thorough atheist. Of course, this belief in this world is a bit shaken, because he has witnessed the occurrence of miracles. If there were no gods, how could this happen to him?

But although Allah is also great, for Liang Chuan, he can't believe in the gods who come to the local area. How could he believe in the gods who come to Bo? But such a sentence may have brought him and Hussein closer together

The sense of distance between them, although the two of them have ulterior motives to each other!

It's really because the value of the several economic crops that Liangchuan needs is so terrible. There is no need to say that peppers can satisfy your desire for hot pot even if they are not sold! As for tobacco, I must know that the world's top 500

Everyone knows that the tobacco companies in our great country disdain to evaluate the top 500...

Liang Chuan wrote in detail the appearance, smell and taste of tobacco and peppers to Hussein. At first, Hussein thought it was something ordinary, but after listening to Liang Chuan, he felt that he knew nothing about it.

Full of confidence, and now he looks confused.

Liang Chuan had little hope, because these two things recorded in history that they did not enter the country until the Ming Dynasty. History may be ahead of schedule or forgotten. No one knows what the accurate historical truth is.

He wanted to comfort this foreign friend and not let him lose confidence, but who knew that he would comfort Liang Chuan instead: "Allah will bless us to find these two things. I have a lot of water under my hands, so don't worry."

In order to stimulate Hussein's enthusiasm for finding these two things, Liang Chuan gave a dead order and said, "If you don't find these two things, then I can only sell this recipe to someone else."

Hussein didn't know why this treacherous Liang Chuan valued these two things so much, but he had to find them first, in order to change the recipe and study these two things, what if it was also good things...

The business has not been negotiated, so Hussein now wants to go back quickly and let his hands learn about these two things.

Liang Chuan asked him why he didn't want to bring some mosquito coils back.

Hussein smiled and said, "Your output is too small now. I don't like this little product. If you want to buy it, I will buy one ship at a time. This business is enough to make money."

Liang Chuan said to He Baozheng: "Look at this is the one who does a big business. I have told you that you should make a bigger business. You can produce a hundred pieces at a time. If you encounter a big one, you will get a big one.

Others are interested in business.     ”

Liang Chuan's price is for 40 cents a piece of mosquito refill. He Baozheng took away the regular supply of two restaurants and only had a few hundred dishes of incense on hand. In Hussein's eyes, this business cost only a few cents of money, even mosquito meat.

He is not considered a big business person.

After seeing Hussein off, He Baozheng looked at Liang Chuan incorrectly. This is twenty taels of gold, not twenty taels of silver. Sanlang said he didn't want it, so he didn't want it. God, he saw a piece of mosquito fragrance.

If you can sell for forty cents, your legs will start to tremble. It is so annoying that people are more popular.

When Hussein left, the people in the village spontaneously organized the monkey to watch... It was like welcoming the top scorer in high school, with a large group of people surrounding Hussein, and the two black bodyguards almost lit up their knife several times.

Liang Chuan cannot hand over the recipe for mosquito coil too early. Lao He is not even able to open the market now. Only two restaurants like his mosquito coils, and their popularity cannot keep up with it. One day, this Husai

Because he became bigger and stronger, he only recognized the mosquito coils produced by their family. In the future, He Baozheng could not even sell mosquito coils.

I can only wait until Old He has done it well. At least everyone knows that the first one is He Lu’s mosquito coil, which is the most authentic and original craft. After the market has a certain acceptance of He Lu’s mosquito coil, we will consider it.

If you let this technology go out, it doesn’t matter if others produce it at that time. Anyway, everyone only recognizes our He Lu mosquito coils. If Hussein wants to sell it, then go to Nanyang to sell it.

Intellectual property is also a huge source of profit, Liang Chuan sighed in his heart. No wonder the grudge between Wanglaoji and Jiaduobao is always the latter who will have to bleed and spend money.

"Old He, our mosquito coils are now targeted by international friends, which means that this thing is really useful, so they traveled thousands of miles to our small mountain village to buy formulas. Now, on the one hand, you have to think about how to expand production.

Then I tell you, we have to do this advertisement, too." Liang Chuan began to think about how to build this sunrise industry before others seize the market.

"You said, I'll do it!" He Baozheng patted his chest.

"Does the Fengshan Wanda store receive the materials now?"

"Of course I can receive it, and I have received a lot of it. I have wanted to tell you a long time ago to expand the production, but I haven't seen you in the past few days."

After Fengshan people knew that some people collected these kudzu roots and camphor tree powder that no one had eaten now, some people would pick some when they went up the mountain to collect firewood, and after going down the mountain, they sold these things to Ye Xiaochai. At the beginning, a few people dug it out.

Later, people who went up the mountain to chop wood found that this way of making money was a little bit more people. So now He Baozheng is not worried about the raw materials.

"Remember to make some more molds and give me some explanations to you."

"Sanlang, what do you mean by advertising?"

"We can use some pictures or words to make our mosquito coils more famous, this is an advertisement." This new term can only be understood by He Baozheng, and it is useless to say that it is useless.

"Do you know anyone who is more good at drawing and writing?" There is no printing shop or advertising design shop now, so it takes a lot of effort.

In ancient times, painting meant poverty. Few people could make a name for themselves by relying on this industry. A few people were rich and noble to paint for entertainment, and they were romantic and romantic. They were poor for their whole lives, and their paintings were ruined for three generations. They would think about doing it.

There are very few people.

He Baozheng thought for a while and said, "Mr. Meng knows that, his writing and painting are both first-class. Before he had any accidents, many people came to Fengshan to communicate with him for advice."

Unexpectedly, Meng Liangchen could do this. Liang Chuan could guess that he could write good calligraphy. Unexpectedly, he could also do a good job of painting, which surprised him.

The school has not started yet, and Meng Liangchen is basically at home now, and even he rarely comes out of the house. Liang Chuan funded him a lot of money, which is enough for him to study at home with peace of mind and not have to worry about material things.

It's right.

Liang Chuan took a plate of mosquito coils to Meng Liangchen's home. He Baozheng led the way. After so long, Liang Chuan had not yet arrived at Meng Liangchen's home.

He Baozheng was not very familiar with the small roads in the village. He walked past the family and asked about a family. Before dark, he finally found the house of Meng Liangchen's family.

Meng Liangchen's home is also at the foot of the mountain, but Liangchuan is at the end of the village, and his home is at the entrance of the village. Liangchuan smiled when he saw this house. It was exactly the same as his previous house. It can be regarded as He Lu's two most broken thatched cottages. Look

As he is about to fall, God will give great responsibility to this person, he will first suffer his will.

Liang Chuan patted the door knocker, and the thin wooden door panel opened with a creaking sound. Meng Liangchen's mother walked to the door with presbyopic eyes and tremblingly, "Who are you?" It was dark and she couldn't see the figure clearly.

"Auntie, it's Liang Chuan, Sanlang!" He Baozheng said at the top of his throat when he was afraid of the old man's ears.

"Ha? Is it Liang Sanlang?" Meng's mother grabbed Liang Chuan's hand and burst into tears. "Come in quickly, don't stand at the door. But I've hoped for you, benefactor."

Liang Chuan walked into the home of this talented man with a smile. It was a replica of the house that Liang Chuan used to be. The family was barely bare and the walls were not enough to describe the poverty of this family. Except for a bright oil lamp placed on Meng Liangchen's desk, there was no other light at home.

.A broken desk, with books piled up like hills on the table, and two broken tables, and a simple antique shelf full of books, without leaving anything else.

The house is like Liang Chuan's original home. Although it is small and cold, it is spotlessly clean. All the items are neat and clean, giving people a warm feeling. There is a torn garment on a shabby bamboo bed, and

There is a needle and thread in a bamboo basket, and the needlework is being done halfway.

Meng Liangchen was reading a book under the oil lamp. When he saw Liang Chuan coming, he was not surprised or surprised. He raised his eyelids and continued to read his book. He said lightly: "Here is here!" Just as expected, a

An old friend who has been away for a long time is here to visit.

"What book are you reading?" Liang Chuan asked curiously.

"The Food Tank People" Meng Liangchen still didn't even raise his eyelids.

The two chats make people feel that the relationship between the two is very tense, but after careful consideration, it is like two old friends who understand each other's behavior and face each other with their most realistic attitude. It seems rude to others.

But they didn't care.

"Uh..." Liang Chuan knew that there was a book on Zizhi Tongjian and a Yueyang Tower inscription. He had almost forgotten everything else. As for what food and what people eat, he had never even heard of it, and he could not answer the words at all.
Chapter completed!