"My boss, hurry up, hurry up and get the order for three thousand altars." Holding the order, Chen Sheng was surprised and happy.
Three thousand altars is already a very impressive number.
In the entire Tangjiang City, after one round of wine sales, there was only a list of 5,000 jars. However, Xujiazhuang only had one, and collected more than half of it.
"My boss, I, I calculated, the last round of one thousand taels was five thousand taels, and the two thousand taels was, it was ten thousand taels——"
"Fifteen thousand taels." Xu Mu's tone was slightly joyful.
The deposit on hand is almost more than 4,000 taels. In addition to the previous money from collecting grain in less than two months, the monthly salary of the villagers, and the profit of Xujia Winery, it is almost the same.
Fifteen thousand taels of silver.
Jiang Caiwei memorized the account books, crying and laughing. Her husband was getting worse and worse.
"Caiwei, first remember, this round, my boss will give each person a reward of fifty taels."
As soon as Xu Mu finished speaking, the entire Zhuangzi burst into cheers.
Fifty taels! In the past, even if they worked hard to save for ten years, they might not be able to save it.
"Sister-in-law Lian, go to the butcher shop in Dongfang and buy more meat and vegetables. If there is no more meat and vegetables, let him kill him immediately and give him a few more taels of silver."
"It's rare that I received the order, so let's celebrate this night."
There were more than forty people, excluding children, and the reward was almost two thousand taels of silver. But Xu Mu didn't feel bad. On the contrary, what he cared about more than the money was the loyalty and loyalty of these villagers.
Confidence and willingness to go on with him.
Life is difficult, but the future is unpredictable. You must seize the resources you can.
"Si Hu! Take out the wine jar from the old well."
The sky is dark at night, and the drunken immortal who has been frozen in the well water for a day will feel so comfortable if he takes a few sips at this time.
…
Under the same night, a figure on horseback rushed towards the east gate covered with dust.
"Open the door! I am the border postman!"
Ma Liu, who happened to be on patrol, did not dare to delay, and hurriedly opened the city gate. Then, looking at the postman coming from the border, he strangely did not run to the West Square, but instead went deep into the East Square and continued to attack.
And go.
"Who is Xu Mu? Mr. Xu's family?" the border postman wiped his face, reined in his horse, stopped in front of Zhuangzi and shouted.
Xu Mu, who was toasting, was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly got up and walked out.
"I came from the border, and I have a personal letter from Dong Xu's family."
The postman rushed for time. After identifying it, he handed an envelope sealed with red wax into Xu Mu's hand.
Xu Mu silently delivered a few taels of broken silver. The postman smiled with satisfaction before driving his horse and continuing towards Xifang.
"The letter from the border? Could it be from Xi Niang's villagers?" Chen Sheng, who was following him, was also a little stunned.
When they moved to the inner city, everyone except Xi Niang's group followed.
"Probably not."
If a letter comes from Xi Niang, it can only be carried by a bodyguard. A government postman like this cannot afford it at all.
Thinking of a possibility, Xu Mu frowned, tore up the envelope and took out the letter paper inside.
There were three pages of letter paper. Xu Mu read the last content with a cold face.
The meaning is very simple.
The Beidi people knocked on the city wall three times, and Hezhou might be under siege. Zhao Qingyun asked him to come out and serve as the first staff member to discuss the plan to defeat Di.
Xu Mu tore the letter into pieces and threw it coldly into the stove.
Zhao Qingyun found out his address. It was not surprising that he was a general from the Ministry of War. But asking him to come out made him stunned for a moment.
"My boss, is that the junior captain?" Chen Sheng knew some words and looked at it for a long time before he recognized Zhao Qingyun's name.
"Why don't you pay attention to what he is doing! He is a thief who steals military glory!"
Xu Mu didn't answer. He was a little resentful towards Zhao Qingyun now. The feeling was very complicated. It was probably like planting a peony with his own hands, hoping that it would grow to be amazing, but in the end, it grew into a dog. Tail grass.
Moreover, with the current military system of the Great Ji Dynasty, no matter how nice Zhao Qingyun's words are, it will be of no use if he is gone.
The previous fight against the Di people was just for those Zhuang people.
"Brother Mu, don't go. We rescued him earlier and he stole military merit!" Si Hu also looked very angry.
What's the matter with a man who hangs his eggs and is a bastard who steals military merits?
The factors Xu Mu considered were not just Zhao Qingyun, but after weighing them, he was unmoved. He could not afford to support the dying Daji Dynasty.
If we lose the battle, it might even involve the entire Xujiazhuang, which would be even worse.
In this life, his idea is very simple. With his maid wife, monster brother, and a large group of villagers, he tries to survive in troubled times.
It’s best to live a good life.
…
The postman at the border frowned and reined in his horse on the street in front of Xifang.
"I dare to ask the official, I wonder who sent the letter to Master Xu." Lu Zizhong bowed his hands and handed over a bulging bag of silver.
The postman immediately accepted it.
"I don't dare to hide it from you, sir. It's General Po Di's letter. Please don't tell me nonsense."
"The officials can rest assured."
The postman continued to fly.
Withdrawing his gesture, Lu Zizhong turned around coldly.
"Third Uncle, I heard you say that General Zhao killed the Di people together with Xu Zaizi, right?"
Lu Yuan next to him nodded hurriedly.
"Many people say so. I don't know what kind of bad luck Xu Zaizi had, and he got into military glory."
"This is the only skill he has left for opportunism. If he really knows the art of war and formation, he would not be willing to be a small boss."
"Damn it, why hasn't anyone from the Ministry of War come yet? When I think of Xu Zaizi taking the order for three thousand jars, I'm so angry that I can't sleep."
Not only was he unable to sleep, the old ghosts from the four major households had all been drinking tea all day long.
In the entire Tangjiang wine market, there were only 5,000 jars of orders, and Xu Mu took 60% of them. If this continues, all the wineries in Tangjiang City, large and small, will have to drink from the northwest wind.
Frowning, Lu Zizhong looked a little tired for a moment. He tried many methods, but this little boss who reached out to grab food could always avert danger.
If it had been anyone else, they would have found a way to beat Zhuangzi to pieces. But at the beginning, even the one hundred and nineteen strong bodyguards and a top assassin couldn't kill him.
"If you reach out to grab food, if you continue to grab it, you probably won't even be able to drink the soup."
Lu Yuan next to him thought hard and suddenly smiled.
"Zizhong, don't forget the old official's method."
"Yu Li? What did he say?"
"Four times the compensation, invite the old owner back, pay the money, take back the village, and then buy the nearby empty village. In this way, Xu Zaizi can't settle in Tangjiang and has to get out of the city. .”
"In this way, it seems that our four major households are afraid of him."
Lu Zizhong spoke in a deep tone and took a few more steps, but then suddenly turned back with a ferocious look on his face.
"That's all, go and invite Yu Li over and have a good discussion."
"An alien wild dog is about to break the bowl. I can't bear it, and neither can many people. It's time to kill the dog."