Wazi Street is another dream of visiting a garden. Some smart merchants and petty officials dare not show up here. However, there are fewer customers than usual, but they can bring more income to Qibao Building on Wazi Street. Who is called the Song Dynasty?
Officials are rich!
Four powerful guards escorted two people to Wazi Street. In the middle was a tall man wearing an elegant white mask with a pair of slender eyes.
The fat servant next to him was bent over, wearing a mask and showing a servile temperament, carefully serving his master as he wandered around Wazi Street.
"Interesting! It's really interesting. There is a censor in the court who accuses the place of extravagance and immorality, and also breeds flashy etiquette and ruins music... From what I can see, it's not a lie!"
"If the master feels something is wrong, he will ask Kaifeng Mansion to close the door tomorrow!"
"Why bother? This scene is also the all-encompassing meaning of the Song Dynasty. If Wazi Street is closed, won't there be no brothel flowers and wine? It will make the Song Dynasty stingy..."
"The master has the world in mind, and all the mountains and rivers are within the palm of his hand."
Song Wen was standing in his private private room in the tea house with his arms crossed and thinking about something...
Zhao Shenyan and Ping Niang never showed up again. For 1,400 taels of silver, Song Wen quietly took back all the shares that had been transferred to several general disciples, and then used the entire Sihai Winery to get back four full taels from the inner court.
Thousand taels!
However, it was impossible for the seven young men who were proficient in making wine to be handed over to the court. Li Yan, who just disappeared at the right time, gave Song Wen a reasonable excuse... The fairy of wine, a strange man in the world, refused to be restrained by the court, and silently took a few people with him.
A disciple is wandering around the world!
Good guy, this move made Wang Fu and an eunuch in charge of the inner court angry to death... The eunuch called Song Wen over and cursed him. Song Wen spread his hands and said that he was just the youngest proprietor, and those generals and disciples
They are the big boss... They have lost people, how can I dare to question them?
The eunuch didn't expect that the real owner of Sihai Winery was the young man in front of him, so he cursed these generals who didn't know how to appreciate others. Fortunately, Song Wen copied the simple method of making wine...
But the steamed liquor was bitter and astringent. How could the eunuch dare to give it to the emperor? So he mixed it with water and gave it to Gaoyang Zhengdian for sale. In order not to lose money, he even set a high price!
Gaoyang Zhengdian was so miserable that he couldn't help but regret it to death!
Shopkeeper Meng is entirely to blame for himself...
This time, Sihai Winery was targeted by Liang Shicheng and Wang Fu, and Shopkeeper Meng’s instigation played a big role! Song Wen also guessed that Shopkeeper Meng was afraid that his business would suffer if Huo Shaochun no longer exclusively supplies him after a year.
It plummeted... So, when one of Wang Fu's stewards asked about the origins and profits of Huo ShaoChun, the old man immediately praised Huo ShaoChun as unparalleled in the world!
If it is mass-produced and sold everywhere... coupled with the fact that Huoshaochun can be stored for years or even decades without opening, making hundreds of thousands taels a year is just a conservative estimate!
Wang Fu waved his hand and dedicated the bait to the money-hungry Liang Shicheng... What else do eunuchs have to hope for besides fighting for power? It is the white silver and yellow gold that can satisfy them!
Without Sihai Liquor House, it would be much more difficult to purchase large quantities of cheap alcohol and purify spirits! Li Yan had already left for Hebei Road to pick up those helpless children and teenagers. Li Erlang and the other eight simply made their own fermented wine and then purified it.
The shochu was quietly stored in the village.
Song Wen was afraid that his backhand would be discovered by Wang Fuliang Shicheng, so he rarely went to Zhuangzi. The sale and purchase contract was in Lin Chong's name, and Song Wen seemed to have become a detached turtle man on Wazi Street.
Song Wen smiled bitterly. He finally set up a wine shop quietly and waited to expand the business with great fanfare to accumulate capital... In troubled times, whether it was recruiting troops or buying horses to gain fame, even if he became the king, he still had to have money!
If Chao Gai, the invented king in the novel, had not taken the risk of intercepting a birthday plan, where would he have the brothers who followed him? Why would he go to Liangshan to be the leader? If Song Jiang was a poor man, how would he use his righteousness and wealth to make timely rain?
?Every bustle in the world is for profit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit... Haha!
A small group of people on the covered bridge in the distance attracted Song Wen's attention. The tall and indifferent guest seemed not to be confused by the ladies in various costumes at all. He walked with his hands behind his back like a tourist visiting a zoo.
, rarely stopping.
Song Wen knew that the man with several entourages must be a real noble! And he must have experienced boundless luxury and beauty.
I'm afraid only a true courtesan with both talent and beauty can bewitch such a guest, right?
Song Wen was upset for no reason. There had been no news about the little green slave for a long time. Ever since he expressed his intention to redeem her life, the green slave and Grandma Li had never returned to Zixuan Tower. He didn't know who the proprietor was.
Where did that weird girl hide the green slave...
It really didn't work... Song Wen punched the railing hard. If it really didn't work, two years later, he led Lin Chong and Li Erlang to raid the proprietor's courtyard in Nancheng at night! He kidnapped the stinky girl and exchanged hostages with Zixuanlou...
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At worst, I can leave this smoky Bianliang with a group of zombies, take the green slaves and a group of desperate brothers to find a mountain to become the king of the mountain! As long as I have money, I can recruit troops and flee all the way south to avoid Jingkang in a few years.
Shame on you...
The noble man in the distance was watching with great interest the girls in Wensilou who were playing chess and burning incense in a pretentious manner. Suddenly, a knock on the roof of the teahouse in the distance attracted his attention.
The two girls next to them looked up and immediately showed expressions of admiration. Even though the young man on the balcony could not see them, the girls still stood up and paid homage...
"Is it Brother Wen?"
"It's him, it's him... he seems to be more handsome than before!"
"I don't know which little slut will be cheaper in the future..."
"Brother Wen has a way of making money by turning stones into gold. He is already rich! I heard that he is also related to Liang Shaobao, the hidden prime minister of the dynasty... Where can he find me? I'm afraid he will find a real lady to be his wife, right?"
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"Hey, how can a real lady find a man from the market as her husband?"
"I hope Brother Wen can stay for a few more years. If Wazi Street loses him... we sisters and little turtle boys will probably have to be bullied and live in endless misery again."
"I heard that Brother Wen bought a big yard in Xicheng, and a dozen old sisters with nowhere to go went there to settle down. He also set up an embroidery workshop, doing some work such as embroidery, etc., for several years
The frail old teapot also went there to take care of the nursing home...Why is Brother Wen so nice to us?"
"He also came from a miserable background..."
"Nonsense, I think he is the boy in front of the Bodhisattva descending to earth..."
"It should be the fairy boy of the master of gods descending to earth!"