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Everyone was discussing: "How many servants and concubines are required to hold sticks, hammer and pound them, and then use a fine sieve with Gebu to get such fine wheat flour!"

He sighed and sighed. Out of curiosity, everyone came up and asked. After being told the price, they were furious.

"One bucket for three stones of corn!?"

"Why don't you go to the treasury to grab it!"

"Is this thing really edible?"

Although Zigong was influenced by the Master, he claimed that his words were righteous and his words were less profitable, and he did not take unrighteous interests. But his businessman's nature is that he is extremely good at bargaining. At this moment, he just keeps an elegant smile and is not moved at all.

When everyone's mouth was dry, he slowly said: "Apart from my booth, where have you seen this thing before? It's the only one in the world! Once you miss it, it's too late to regret it!"

This is what Zhao Wuxi described as "extraordinary goods to live in", and in Zigong's words, selling three stones is already considered a conscientious price.

Zigong waited for the buzzing discussion around him to stop for a while, and then continued: "There are also scones made of wheat flour here. You can taste them yourself. I would like the buyer to buy it, and never force it. If you buy more than one stone at a time, There will also be a slip of paper attached, with more than ten ways of making powdered food written on it.”

Naturally, this was also Zigong's idea. Zhao Wuxi couldn't help but sighed that in business, if he could become a giant of a generation, he really had some business acumen.

At this point, the crowd had already surrounded the booth three times in and out. After Zigong's entourage served the food that had been prepared, they each broke a piece of white flour scones, or wheat-yellow "steamed buns", and carefully put them in their mouths and chewed them carefully, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good! Great goodness!"

"Sheng Que's wheat rice cake is countless times!"

"What's more, the grains of the inexperienced and the nakedness of the Yangshan Mountains are not as good!"

They were full of praise, but they were still haggling with Zigong, wanting to press down.

"The food made from yellow wheat flour and light white wheat flour is not very different. Why is the difference as much as two stones?"

The people on the side also cheered.

Zigong responded skillfully, he said with a smile: "The white salt of Daxia, made into a tiger shape and enshrined in the shape of a tiger, is ten times the price of ordinary green salt. Yellow wheat flour is more expensive, why is it strange?"

The crowd was instantly speechless, and some people didn't care about the slightest dispute at all. After a while, the crowd was pushed away from the outside.

Some literati's robes and soap officials crowded in, and they all went out to buy wheat flour from Zigong. Several of them bought one stone at a time. Behind them, there are more than ten ox carts, pulling more than a hundred stones of aged millet, or horses carrying brightly colored cloth.

It turned out that this was the idea that Zigong came up with before he left. After the **** crowing, he sent some pasta and more than half a bucket of wheat flour to the residence of the scholar-officials who belonged to the Zhao family as gifts in the name of Jia of the Concubine of the Zhao Family.

When those nobles tasted it when they were eating, they knew the taste of the marrow, and when they heard that there was more wheat flour available, they immediately sent people to buy it.

No one will bargain anymore. If you don't grab it, you will have a price and no market. So, in the evening, Zigong sold out the more than 40 shi of wheat flour he was carrying.

After waiting for the buyers who came one after another to disperse in disappointment, Zigong looked back and saw that there were more than ten pieces of fine cloth and a thousand stones of grain behind him! Although Zigong only had a 10% share, there were also hundreds of stones of grain and several pieces of cloth.

Zigong secretly helped Zhao Wuxi calculate an account. If a family of six in Chengyi had a hundred acres of land, they would eat a hundred stones of corn a year. In previous years, the yield per mu was about one stone of corn.

In other words, he has earned a year's harvest of more than 1,000 acres of land today...

Although the gentleman of the Zhao family had already explained to him that wheat noodles can be sold for at most half a year, then there will be a situation where competitors and prices will plummet.

So Zigong decided that he would probably stay in Xinjiang for the next six months. Because he has been doing business with the clan elders since he was weak, he has been doing business for more than a few years, and he knows that no matter where he goes, he can't find such easy money-making business.

If Zhao Wuxi was present, he would definitely explain to Zigong that this is called "Science and technology are the primary productive forces"...

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"Stop the book and chase the end!"

In the Zhao family's mansion in the lower palace, a young girl's angry scolding sounded.

It was already mid-May, and the weather was hotter than a day. The maids changed out of thick spring clothes and summer clothes as thin as gauze.

In the elegant boudoir of Jun's daughter Ji Ying, through the screen embroidered with cloud-shaped patterns and the hazy curtain woven with red roses, you can see two beautiful women, one red and one white, sitting opposite to each other on the mat.

The girl in red makeup and dark clothes is Ji Ying. Her jet-black hair is draped behind her shoulders, and her whole body is like the scorching sun after a sting.

The woman across from the snow in white is Ji Ying's best friend Han Ji. She is frowning and glaring at Ji Ying at the moment.

Han Ji's appearance is somewhat similar to her handsome younger brother Han Hu, with picturesque dark eyebrows and peach blossom eyes. She is proud and elegant, and when she opens her mouth, she stabs people into chills.

The trend brought by white wheat flour has also been involved here. On the banquet table inlaid with colorful shells, there are red and black lacquer dishes, and some unique flour desserts are placed inside...

Han's daughter just tasted a little bit, and then she criticized Zhao Wuxi for "discarding the basics and chasing the bottom".

Ji Ying smiled slightly, and his cherry lips lightly opened: "Han Ji's words are not good, Zhou Li values ​​the friendship of relatives, my brother's cook made delicious food, I don't forget my sister, who sent it all the way, just in time. It's the performance of filial piety, how can you be blamed?"

Wu Chi knew that Ji Ying liked sweets, so this time he pointed to Zhao Guangde, recalled his previous life, and made sweet and savory cakes: the crispy white tender steamed noodles wrapped in brown-red caramel, and the elaborately baked caramel cakes. After mixing glutinous sugar and flour, cook with ointment, and sprinkle with almonds after the skin is golden brown. It is crispy and delicious.

Ji Ying felt that if he ate like this today, he would probably become plumper in the second half of the year.

Seeing Han Ji's disapproval, she continued: "What's more, every market day recently, the merchants in Chengyi can bring dozens of carts of corn back home. This kind of sitting on the ground and arching, and the ability of Su Mancang, in addition to my brother, also No one has ever been able to do it, so how can it be said to be chasing the bottom line.”

"This..." Han Ji opened her mouth to speak ~lightnovelpub.net~ but was unable to refute.

Ji Ying covered her cherry lips with a slender hand and smiled: "And as far as I know, not only the surrounding area of ​​the lower palace, but even the Han family's palace is buying the wheat noodles sold in Chengyi, presumably after Han Ji returns, she will I can eat leek leaf water biscuits on the banquet table..."

"Hmph, this thing, no matter if I eat it in the morning, I will never taste a half-chop!"

Han Jiliu frowned slightly, but she couldn't say anything about Ji Ying, so she couldn't say anything, but because of the nature of a girl, she looked at those delicious desserts and reluctantly gave up.

After a while, she couldn't sit still, she waved her wide sleeves, and let the maid bow her head and stroke her long robe, and leave.

She and the Zhao family's eldest son, Bo Lu, have already decided their marriage. After this year, they are going to get married. Naturally, they will pay more attention to the dispute between the four sons of the Zhao family.

It turned out that, originally the youngest and lowest-status scumbag, Wu Xie, is now the most hopeful of inheriting the Zhao clan. Lingyi has also been managed in an orderly manner, on the other hand, his future husband, Bo Lu, is tepid in Tangyi, and there is no improvement.

Han Ji was arrogant and arrogant, and was naturally very dissatisfied with this. The last time I met Zhao Wuxi on the Shuhe Bridge, I had a bad impression of him, but now for various reasons, the prejudice is getting deeper and deeper.

However, Ji Ying maintains it in every possible way, and her attitude is full of happiness and satisfaction. Thinking of the secret rumor about Ji Ying's life experience, Han Ji can't help but want to go elsewhere...

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I'm asking for a collection, a recommendation... I received a notification from the editor. On the 24th of this month, there are only two updates a day in July. I will save some manuscripts and it will break out at that time.