Shao Man hoarded in front of the mill and thought about it...... If the nearby villagers disliked the high cost of grinding noodles, he persuaded the villagers to come together to grind the noodles...... That's it.

If the 'very literate' Steward Zhang was here, he would definitely hold a handful of sympathetic tears for Shao Man, and touch his chest and recite a poem: 'Ambition dies before it is rewarded, and the hero will be full of tears. ’

It's a pity that Shao Manho, who doesn't understand anything, is now only depressed.

His chest seemed to be full of mud, and he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't exert his strength.

After receiving such a selfless answer from the peasant woman, he was like the rhubarb at the entrance of the village who had been repeatedly struck by the old village chief, drooping his ears and hanging his head, and returned step by step in the direction of the village entrance.

It's just that when he walked to the gate of the mill with the first hesheng written on it, the courage to be hit to the bottom gradually emerged.

He is now just a small worker in a mill, he is a merchant, and his dream of becoming a wealthy merchant has only just taken half a step.

As the saying goes, everything is hard at the beginning.

If he couldn't even solve the predicament of a small mill, then how could he talk about his dreams, and how could he face the promise he had made with his first master?

Shao Manchu, who was standing at the gate, clenched his fists, turned the soles of his feet, and walked in another direction.

In this direction is a county town adjacent to the mill, and further east you will reach the nearest city, Jeseong.

This town, which is as big as a small city, is the main location of the first medicine workshop, Dong'e.

Probably in order to facilitate the purchase of medicinal materials by the medicinal herb merchants who came from the south to the north, the road from the mill to Dong'e Town was all paved with thin bluestone slabs.

On the way to Dong'e Town, Shao Manchu passed by three single-driver Qingpeng carriages. It can be seen that compared with the village he first went to, how prosperous this Dong'e town is.

This made Shao Manchu, who was walking on the road, think of another possibility, and when he entered the bazaar street that ran through the center of the town from the west side of the town, his guess was confirmed.

Because in this town market, which is only a few tens of meters long, there are no less than three rice grain shops.

The largest of them has a plaque hanging directly in front of them.

The vermilion word 'Chu' clearly reminds Shao Manchu that this is also his owner's industry.

Holding on to the last trace of luck, Shao Manchu stood in front of the waist-high counter, while looking at the trough of the counter full of all kinds of grains, he pointed to a trough of white flour like snowflakes and asked: "Little Er, let me ask, why are these flours so white and fine?

After listening to Shao Manchu's question, the little second was really not covered, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth did not change, and he still smiled enthusiastically: "This guest officer, you are asking the right person." ”

"Our flour here is not made from a stone mill. ”

"The flour here is all 'Fushou' brand new flour specially transported from the concession of Qingdao by the first grain store. ”

"It is said that the flour is machine-milled from a production line imported from Germany. ”

"This flour is not only cheap, but if you look at this delicate level, the steamed buns steamed with this flour can even be transformed by the toothless old lady!"

These words made Shao Manchu struggling.

By this time, he still hadn't given up the last shred of hope.

Shao Man hoarded a sigh of luck, and after trying to stop his voice from trembling, he asked a crucial question: "Then how much does your flour cost a catty?" ”

was stunned by Shao Manho's question of the word 'one catty', and Xiao Er immediately controlled his expression again, and his smile was still bright, but he pointed to the pile of flour behind him that was more than one person high: "Fifty catties of a bag of Fushou brand flour only costs three silver dollars." ”

"If it's sold at odds, it only costs six copper plates per catty. ”

Hearing Shao Manchu here, he couldn't even speak.

This price is only a fraction of the cost of sending the naked wheat to the mill after processing.

Don't forget, ordinary wheat has a certain amount of loss in the process of grinding.

The pound of wheat was sent in, and when it was taken out again, it was probably only nine dollars and two left.

If this factor is also added, the mill of Chuhesheng is really not competitive at all.

Shao Manchu, who was standing in front of the first rice grain shop, turned from red to white and then from white to blue, and the shopkeeper who greeted him with a smile was so frightened that he lost his smile.

"Oh, this guest officer, what's wrong with you, why is your face so ugly?"

The things sold in my shop are not expensive, how poor is your family, when you hear that six children are a pound, it is like a heart attack and is about to pout?

was shouted at by the shopkeeper, Shao Manchu finally came back to his senses.

Even if he fainted, he had to grit his teeth and go back to his mill to faint secretly, but he couldn't throw his tender face to his grandmother's house.

Gritting his back molars and holding on to his breath, Shao Manchu, turned his head and walked out of Dong'e Town.

At this time, he also had no goal, and his mind was still a mess, and all he was stuffed with was the problems encountered in these two big villages.

He figured it out for a while, and then figured it out again.

It wasn't until he had all the lines in order that he realized that he had finally figured out one thing.

That is, if the Chuhe Grand Mill only does grinding work, it is a dead end.

When the last remaining project of the Chujia courtyard was completed, the craftsmen hired from outside also left the courtyard, and the old and young masters of the Chujia family returned to the city, leaving only a dozen or so servants left in the Chujia compound, the courtyard no longer needed to grind rice and noodles in large quantities.

At that time, it was the time when Chuhesheng really went out of business.

Thinking of this, Shao Manchu was annoyed, sighed, held his head in his hands, and squatted on the ground.

Why can't I come up with a useful idea to bring this mill back to life?

I always want to save my own money to do business, so why do I go out on my own.

As a result, Shao Manchu, who believed in himself, began to doubt life.

He crouched down the three-way road that was about to reach the main entrance of the mill, and began to be in a daze without moving.

Between the fields, on the dirt bag, the yellow dog is running, and the black baby is squatting.

This scene, no matter how you look at it, feels a little weird.