Song Wen came back with a big basket in his arms and gently placed it on the table. Over there, An Chun had already brought a few teenagers to bring the food and wine, and then put the food and wine on the table with a smile.
Preserved venison, shredded chicken, braised dried bamboo shoots and a bowl of fish soup, plus a few plates of fried mountain mushrooms and roasted wild vegetables... the aroma is fragrant and delicious.
Wang Zhiwei was still a little shocked, shook his head and said: "As expected of Brother Wen... I still enjoy walking to this remote place in a remote country. I am afraid that it is difficult to eat such fresh delicacies in Bianliang!"
While pouring wine for Wang Zhiwei, An Chun said with a smile: "Proprietor Wang is an honored guest. Normally, Mr. Wang eats the same big pot dishes as we do. It would be nice to have one more plate of pickles than us."
Wang Zhiwei nodded and gave Song Wen a thumbs up... "Sure enough, he has the demeanor of being an official and loving the people!"
Song Wen smiled: "You all go down and have a rest! Brother Wang and I will chat alone..."
An Chun and the guard Wang Zhiwei brought bowed and then left together.
Wang Zhiwei sighed... "Brother Wen, I can see that you and your men have changed! Bianliang, you really can't go back... But I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing
, wouldn’t it be good to make money and seek a career in the peaceful years? Leading troops like this... what exactly are you planning on doing?”
Song Wen frowned: "You should know that I have always been an insecure person. Whether in Bianliang or outside... In fact, I have long wanted to own a piece of my own territory and have a group of people who can work together.
Brothers who share life and death... No matter who wants to bully us, we must have the ability to fight back with a knife to protect ourselves!"
Wang Zhiwei sighed: "Forget it, forget it... I can't persuade you!"
Song Wen smiled and said: "Gao Qiu secretly asked you to persuade me to return to Bianliang and serve as his military advisor, right?"
"Ha, I knew I couldn't hide it from you..."
Song Wen looked around, carefully opened the bamboo basket... took out a few things and placed them on the table.
Wang Zhiwei's eyes almost popped out!
"This is... this is a glass vase? This is a jade cup... Where did you find the glass craftsman? Such craftsmen are rare and hard to find. You are..."
Song Wen pouted... It's not like making pure glass. He had studied this thing with a boss who made colored glaze in Bianliang. Is it so difficult to secretly learn and improve it? What's more, Song Wen secretly found the colored glaze.
The craftsman smashed a hundred strings and sent three girls from Wazi Street to give him the ecstasy soup before he figured out his unique secret recipe...
The guy who is now responsible for the research and development of fired glassware was originally a lime burner. Song Wen gave him a 50-gu bonus cake. This guy took the formula that Song Wen summarized and improved for him, and ended up living in the workshop.
After four months of research, I finally got the glass out.
White sand quartz mica gypsum... That guy's unique formula has a lot of weird things, but Song Wen knows that the core of making glass is actually quartz sand, alkali and borax, which are screened and improved on the basis of colored glaze.
This recipe is not difficult...the most difficult thing is to prepare a crucible and an earthen blast furnace that can reach more than a thousand degrees.
The process was very sad, but the result was pretty good... Song Wen and two craftsmen worked hard for more than ten days using the rotating mold and the blowpipe method to finally create this kind of glass bottle!
The nearly transparent bottle is filled with wild ginseng, wolfberry, Ganoderma lucidum and other medicinal materials. When the evening sun shines...well, it looks like good stuff.
"It's a good medicinal wine that prolongs life and prolongs life. Can Peng Zu drink a glass?"
Song Wen pointed at these glass bottles of medicinal wine and said to Wang Zhiwei: "The Jiangnan An family's medicinal wine recipe has been passed down for hundreds of years. Only I, the best liquor in the world, can brew it... And this three whip wine, this...
Tiger bone wine that dispels rheumatism and strengthens muscles and bones! This is leopard fetal wine..."
Wang Zhiwei nodded: "Not to mention that medicinal wine is unheard of, the glass wine bottle alone is enough to make people admire the mountains... Brother Wen, you Tiandichun has made a lot of money in Bianliang, and now you can't even
It’s popular in Yingtian Mansion and Daming Mansion… Liao Kingdom has already ordered three batches, are you asking for money again?”
"Are you just saying that the powerful people in Bianliang and Song Dynasty are short of money?"
"There is no shortage, they really don't have the shortage..."
"Okay, the basic price is fifty taels of silver a bottle... I'll give you the exclusive right to sell it. How much you can sell it for is up to you!"
"You're crazy, this is too expensive!"
"Three hundred bottles a month, plus you have to provide a thousand taels of medicinal raw materials..."
"No, no, no more than thirty taels..."
"The cost of raw materials for medicinal materials is a bit low. I'm afraid it costs two thousand taels a month..."
"Deal! Three hundred bottles a month, no less..."
The two profiteers reached an agreement and then had a drink to celebrate! Song Wen immediately changed the wild fruit to make fruit wine. You really can't drink too much shochu, tops.
Hoarding grains wantonly, Song Wen's Tiandi Chun Winery has now built four large wine ponds. A steady stream of spirits is brewed, sealed in small wooden barrels with deer blood and mud, and then quietly transported to Bianliang and further north.
place.
The caravans of Song Wen and Wang Zhiwei are stationed in Zhending Mansion all year round, and they join forces to quietly cross the border and trade with the caravan of the young marquis Yelu Shange... Now the transaction has stabilized to once every two months.
This time the caravan was proposed by Song Wen, led by the Sihai Chamber of Commerce, and assisted by Brother Yelushan. It quietly turned northwest and explored the depths of the grassland. Although Brother Yelushan said euphemistically, those Tatars in the depths of the grassland outside the desert were
They are all fierce poor people... there is no profit at all!
But Song Wen insisted on sending someone to go there. Once he found a relatively safe route, Song Wen would immediately ask Daruch to take gold, silver, grain and spirits back to the depths of the grassland to take root.
Song Wen wanted to know how those people developed, and whether he had the opportunity to use or even control this terrifying power...
After having had enough wine and food, Wang Zhiwei said doubtfully: "The most powerful force on the grassland is the Kelie tribe. They deal with them all the year round from the border troops in the northwest and some powerful people who are stationed in Jingzhao Mansion or Fengxiang Road. We can't get in at all.
The Mongolian tribe you are interested in... is indeed very poor. What on earth do you want to trade with them?"
Song Wen shook his head: "I can't say yet, but I think that when doing business, you have to do the biggest business... The Mongolian tribe is now poor and weak and scattered, but who knows that this Mongolian tribe will not be the next Khitan tribe.
Where is a Jurchen Ministry?"
"Hahaha, you think far ahead than the king's father-in-law..."
Song Wen said: "I have to go and have a look anyway... I have decided that as soon as this caravan comes back, Daruch and I will go north together. At least I want to see the Liao Kingdom on the other side of the border.
What is it like?"
Wang Zhiwei nodded and said in a low voice: "You also said that you don't want to make contributions and seek a family background? Have you also heard about the trend of the official family and the central government?"
Song Wen was stunned, stood up, looked into Wang Zhiwei's eyes and asked word by word: "Has Ma Zhi from Liao entered Beijing?"
Wang Zhiwei wondered: "What Ma Zhi? What can a Liao man do when he comes to Bianliang?"
"Has Tong Guan returned from his mission to the Liao Kingdom?"
"Tong Guogong only leaves in July. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back until October... Do you know that Liao man named Ma Zhi? Or is there something else?"
"No...what is supposed to come will come, it's no big deal."
Wang Zhiwei shook his head and continued: "You are always suspicious, I don't know what you are afraid of, but now there are rumors in the court... The officials are beginning to be interested in regaining the Sixteenth Province of Youyun."
Song Wen sneered... "Recover? If you are willing to spend the money to build Genyue first, it will still be enough... What will he use to recover?"