Perhaps it was because the news of the Zhongli Mansion made this time was quite disturbing, and of course it was also possible that the third lady in Zhongli Mansion deserved it.

In the past, the Erjinggou alleys were still lively, but today the streets and alleys were quite quiet.

Li Chenan walked slowly to the east end of the alley.

The sunlight disappeared from the top of his head, and above him was a thick banyan branch stretched out from the yard.

This is his shop.

In fact, if you count it, looking at the huge Guangling City, Erjinggou Alley is not the most remote place. If you set a level for this shop, it is roughly equivalent to a level 3 port.

Not good, not too bad.

It also has a great advantage.

Diagonally opposite the shop is a college called Qianmo.

It is smaller than the Takeshita Academy, but there are hundreds of students.

At this moment, there was no sound of reading in Qianmo Academy. I think the students in the academy also went to Huapinghu Lake.

Li Chenan pushed open the door of the shop and stood inside carefully. The wall was mottled and needed to be repainted.

The stove is a bit annoying and also annoying. Opening a tavern does not require this thing, it has to be demolished.

Make the stove into a bar, and set a row of wine cabinets behind it. The lanterns are a bit old and replaced with new ones. Those tables and stools are useful, so just leave them behind.

That's it, the key issue is brewing wine.

Of course, winemaking cannot be made here, so it has to be placed in the backyard.

I walked into the backyard, stood in the patio of the backyard and thought for a while, and decided to place the wine-making equipment and the place to store grain in the west wing. Although it was not big, the tavern was small, and it was enough to be able to produce about ten kilograms of wine a day.

If you think about it carefully, this Ningguo is roughly the same as the Tang Dynasty in his previous life.

During the Tang Dynasty, the highest degree of wine was only about twenty degrees, and ordinary wine was only five degrees. The key is that it was very expensive.

The wine in Guangling City is also very expensive.

The cheapest wine costs 300 cents.

A small bucket is roughly four kilograms, and one kilogram costs eighty cents.

A better wine, such as Guangling San in Guangling City, is priced at 1,000 yuan per dou, and a pound of 250 yuan!

In comparison, a dou of rice costs only ten cents, so wine is a luxury item and is not something that ordinary people can afford.

The wine brewed by the distillation method must be more expensive, and what we consider is not sales volume, but special products for specific groups of people.

Of course, selling luxury goods in Erjinggou Alley is not a good idea, because almost all the people living here are ordinary people, and these people are not the target customers of the tavern.

Li Chenan thought about it carefully. If the wine these days is fragrant, I am afraid it is not afraid of being deep alleys. After all, it is a unique thing. At worst, some marketing methods will be taken to attract the rich customers in Guangling City here.

Therefore, the shop must be worthy of the identity of those people, so the decoration needs to be more sophisticated.

For example, the appearance of a bar in the past life should be low-key, mysterious, and connotation.

Don’t ask why it’s brewing again, because this thing is the easiest to achieve, and the key is huge profits.

Of course, refining refined salt is also a huge profit, but that thing is controlled by the government. If you don’t have enough strength, you will be the old birthday boy who hangs you and doesn’t want to live.

Li Chenan carefully planned it, calculated it briefly, and found a problem. The two taels of silver in his pocket were not enough.

It mainly involves wine-making utensils, shop decoration, and grain purchases, which cost about thirty taels of silver!

What's going on?

The finances of that family are now under control by Li Wenhan's concubine. It is obviously impossible to go back and ask for money.

Sitting in front of the stone table in the patio, there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Li Chenan grind the ink while combing out his memory again, hoping to find some other ways to make money from the memory.

Yuheng, who was squatting on the roof and secretly observing him, showed a hint of doubt on his face.

After thinking hard, the young man put his pen on the paper and wrote about ten pieces without stopping. The sad face on his face had disappeared, and he was replaced by peace.

Li Chenan did think of some simple ways to make money.

For example, there are so many people in Huapinghu today, but I think the literary meeting will not end in a short time. You can use the two taels of silver in your hand to buy some tea and pastries at Huapinghu stalls.

Or maybe order food and deliver takeaway for those talented men.

Or... Didn’t the third lady ask the talented men who came on the pleasure boat to write poems?

This thing is a lot in my mind, and I guess it can be sold at an excellent price, which is also the easiest way.

So what he wrote on paper was some poems, and he believed that these poems were enough to make himself the first pot of gold.

He dried the paper on the table and put it in his arms. When he was about to get up and go to Huaping Lake to sell these poems, a person came towards him.

Have seen it.

It was the servant of the handsome young man in the mist and rain pavilion.

When the kite stepped into the backyard, she frowned slightly because it was too shabby.

"Young Master,"

Zhiquan stood in front of Li Chenan, lowered her head, and she raised her neck.

"Is there something wrong?"

"My family, my son asks him to go and draw Pinghu for a lecture."

Li Chenan was stunned, thinking that his couplet was remembered by the handsome young man, and thought to himself that he had taken the couplet and boarded the pleasure boat?

Then you have the qualifications to write poetry again?

It is probably because the handsome young man couldn't produce any good poems. After all, generally speaking, appearance is inversely proportional to talent.

The young master was so flawless that there were naturally not a few drops of ink in his chest.

Thinking of this, Li Chenan immediately had an idea.

He simply sat down and smiled at the beautiful green-clothed servant in front of him, "Sorry, please tell your young master, I'm not available."

Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that the guy in front of him would refuse.

You should know how great it is for many young people to be invited by the Fourth Princess of Daning.

If this guy is attracted by the fourth princess, with the favor of the fourth princess in front of the emperor, just one word from her will make this down-and-out young master immediately rise to the top.

But he said he was not available!

By the way, he didn't know that it was His Highness the Fourth Princess.

Zhiquan held his temper and said, "Young Master is not busy living here. If you go to Huaping Lake, it will only delay your time... You may be more beneficial than sitting here."

The meaning of this sentence is already very obvious, but Li Chenan thought it was biased.

He became more and more sure that the handsome young man needed to write a stunning poem for him.

He took out a stack of paper from his arms, took one and placed it on the stone table, and smiled and said, "This is a poem, for the price... one hundred taels of silver. With this poem, your young master will definitely get what he wants."

When Li Chenan said this, he kept placing on the kite, and he was also a little nervous. After all, he sold 100 taels of silver with just one poem, which was really a bit unscrupulous.

Whether or not to spend such a large sum of money to buy a poem is required to the handsome young man's determination.

Given the wealth that the young master wears, a hundred taels of silver is nothing. If the young master is obsessed with the third lady in Zhongli's mansion, the deal is very likely to be completed.

This is the supply and demand relationship.

Now at least that handsome young man is not short of money, because the servant was not too shocked when he heard the price, and was just stunned for a moment.

Zhiquan was indeed stunned for a moment. First, what did Your Highness want this word to do? Second, he bought a poem for one hundred taels of silver... Is this expensive?

Not expensive.

But who did it?

If it was written by the elder Confucian Hua Mantinghua of Tai Academy, it would be hard to find money.

If it is from the four talents of Yujing City, it is worth a thousand gold.

But the person in front of him...

Living in such a humble house is unknown, how can you have a literary life?

The Ning Empire attached great importance to literati, especially talented literati. If this person was famous in Guangling, Li Jingsi would not have known it.

Keli Jingshi really didn't know that there was such a boy.

So even if he is talented, he thinks he is talented.

Zhiyuan smiled sarcastically, thinking that His Highness had lost sight this time, this person... seemed to have no idea how much he had.

Arrogant!

Her eyes fell on the piece of paper. She originally thought that she would complete her mission and let this young man who was ignorant of the world go to Huaping Lake. When he went, his highness and chat with him more. I think that his highness would be able to clear his face and not be interested in him any more.

As the maid of the Fourth Princess, Zhiyuan cannot say much about poetry, but she also has a certain understanding of it under her eyes.

When she saw it, she couldn't take her eyes open.

The expression on her face became serious, and the contempt in her eyes disappeared.
To be continued...