"San Lang, good news, I went to Xinghua County this morning to ask, the first three years of the tea garden new tea seedlings can not pick tea seedlings, so there is no need to pay tea interest tea consumption, three years later, it will start to make tea according to the normal tea garden, and there is no need to worry now."

He Baozheng drove the ox cart to Xinghua at dawn, and waited at the door of the house for a long time before he bumped into the 'traitor' who was registered for Liang Chuan last time, squeezed out a smile against his will, nodded and asked about the tea garden.

The scribe was a little unhappy when he looked at the villager who came empty-handed, and after answering a few questions in a strange way, he impatiently dismissed this little grass farmer who was not on the road.

Liang Chuan felt strange, how could this kid be as embarrassed as if he had planted a lottery ticket, "Lao He, how is it, did the scribe in the yamen show you a face?" Liang Chuan clearly remembered the blow that the scribe gave to He Baozheng last time, which made him see the complexity of human society, and he scolded all the way back.

He Baozheng knew that he was ridiculing what happened to him last time, his old face turned red, and he said curtly: "Live to learn all the time, and you are not a stunned boy anymore, hehe." ”

Liang Chuan is very happy to see everyone's change, you can't ask for social change, you can only adapt to this cruel system yourself. It is often not the strongest species that survive in nature, but the species that are the most adaptable.

"That's fine, don't worry about this acre of small tea garden for the time being. Lao He, this mosquito coil is now going to be produced in large quantities, today we will prepare some molds, and you will be able to produce it yourself in the future, and you will make this money yourself. ”

A few days ago, he was busy making waterwheels and building tea gardens, and He Baozheng has been worried about mosquito coils. Now his mother-in-law can make two bamboo baskets a day, a more than 100 yuan, and she can make a lot of money in a month, and she is much tougher than him, and she dares to shake his face at home at every turn, which makes He Baozheng hold her breath, and she would have been blasted out a long time ago, and now, go out!

Even his daughter is now learning to make bamboo weaving together, subsidizing a lot of family expenses. With her daughter alone to support her in-law's shabby situation, since people can make money, the whole person is also a lot happier.

On the other hand, he now goes to the field every day, and when he comes back, he is laughed at by dozens of village girls, and if he has bamboo weaving, he will take Ye Xiaochai and transport it to Fengshan along the way, but there is nothing serious about him, he looks down on himself a little, and is ashamed to be with these old ladies, and now what he hopes is that he can also do something upright.

In this era, there is no stamper punch, the whirlpool mold of mosquito coils can only be made by yourself, and after doing it, you can manually get out a plate of mosquito coils, how to improve this process is a very critical place, and the efficiency of commodity production is the profit of goods. After Ford created the assembly line, it directly created a car kingdom, which not only greatly improved the production efficiency of the car, but most importantly, the unit price also decreased.

"San Lang, you have a lot of ideas, you must have a plan in your heart, this plate of mosquito coils is too cumbersome to do, is there a way, do it quickly, if you can only make a few plates of mosquito coils a day, this can't sell for a few dollars."

He Baozheng just saw Liang Chuan's golden idea, Jinkou solved the livelihood problem of countless people as soon as he opened, and he is also a big problem, the so-called penny is difficult to defeat the hero, he has been in his pocket for half his life, and finally ran into Liang Chuan, Zhuge Liang, if he can give himself two tricks, why should he worry about growing gray hair for money every day?

"I know you're worried, you're right, the most important thing to do this kind of small commodity is to have a large amount, and it is impossible for others to buy a few plates of mosquito coils at a time, and they can burn almost all in one night, and the cost of travel will cost more."

The two of them rarely thought of a place, Liang Chuan glanced at He Baozheng and praised: "Not bad." ”

I thought this old boy was just an honest farmer, and I didn't want to have this idea!

Earlier, if a junior had talked to himself like this, he would have waved his hand in one ear, but this San Lang is not an ordinary person, looking at Liang Chuan's evil smile He Baozheng is like seeing countless money beating in front of his eyes, he is so anxious that he can't really beat this kid!

Liang Chuan thought about it, the mold is still the best mold fired with mud, the iron mold is expensive, and it is not easy to make, and it is still a question whether the iron shop in the township will have this craftsmanship. It takes a lot of work to chisel the wooden mold, and it is not easy to make a beautiful swirl shape.

If it is not round enough, it can also be sharpened with a file to polish it more rounded, so that the shape of the mosquito coil looks better.

The number of molds is more, and the number of mosquito coils that can be made that day is more. The two of them did nothing, went to the bank of the river and dug a large basket of river mud, according to the shape of the mosquito coil, first photographed a mud board, the thickness is the same as the mosquito coil, and then use a bamboo blade to cut out the part of the mosquito coil, this is the mud mold of the mosquito coil.

Liang Chuan took out some charcoal from his home, then fired it himself, using the charcoal burning method to blur the mud and put it in a charcoal stove to burn. However, I don't know if it's a problem of internal air pressure or the lack of hardness of the mold mud, the mold fired by myself is always more or less deformed, and there is no beautiful mold.

They don't have a stove for firing, and their pottery is very clumsy, so the results of firing it themselves will definitely be very unsatisfactory. Liang Chuan thought of a person, Lao Jin, who made pottery jars in Yaoxia Village! They are very good at firing pottery, and it should be easy to burn some simple molds.

If you meet a picky person, even the shape is demanding, and the sales will be damaged if you don't make a good shape.

Mosquito coil is also an industry, doing business since ancient times is a truth, no one I have, people have my superior, after the launch of our products, imitation products will definitely be listed, to stand out in the market competition, you can't settle, you have to spend your heart in the product, bigger and stronger!

The two of them had no choice but to sit in an ox cart and kill again to Yaoxia Village. He Baozheng has never been here, the same county is far away, and he rarely sets foot in it, after meeting Liang Chuanlang in this life, he has seen more things than he has in the previous decades combined, he has not been to the kiln, but he has heard that this village was very rich in the early years, and they were all cylinders.

When I arrived at Yaoxia Village, it was past the afternoon, and Lao Jin learned a set of mysterious and awesome methods from Liang Chuan since Liang Chuan left, and he would show the buyers the pottery that came to the workshop to buy. Of course, these villagers have never seen such a strange thing, they are all dumbfounded, convinced, and quite impressed by Lao Jin's marketing methods, their pottery jars in a period of time after Liang Chuan left, with advanced marketing methods, sales have increased again!

Lao Jin was very excited when he saw Liang Chuan, pulled Liang Chuan, and retold the interesting story of how he fooled these buyers, and the two of them laughed very happily. He Baozheng looked at it and sighed in his eyes, a person with ability is a person with ability, and there are so many friends everywhere.

Because of the delay in going back and forth, Liang Chuan didn't talk nonsense to Lao Jin, and directly told Lao Jin about his future intentions. Lao Jin thought that he was going to do something terrible, that is, to make a few clay molds and other things, it was not simple, he patted his chest and came down.

But today I can't get a day's time, Liang Chuan bought another pottery jar, this time there is an ox cart, so he doesn't have to work so hard to move the jar back. Yang Xiu's kimchi tastes wonderful, Liang Chuan has eaten it a few times, although there is no flavor of chili peppers, but the salted pickles can't stop eating, even Zheng Ruoying, a girl from home, can't eat it together, it is necessary to pickle more.

Two people in a car, carrying a pottery jar back to Xinghua, the time of darkness with the beginning of spring, getting later and later, the days are getting longer and longer, and the time of labor is getting longer and longer. The ox cart babbled, slowly swaying towards Fengshan, and now when passing through the market, there are still many people who know Liang Chuan, and beat the tiger Liang Chuanlang! Liang Chuan waved at them enthusiastically and greeted them.

"San Lang, you are also a celebrity in the township now, and the villagers all know you!" He Baozheng, as one of the participants in the tiger fight, although he failed to kill the tiger in blood, but he also witnessed the whole process, and every time he mentioned the tiger fight, he looked like he was honored.

"Celebrities can't be eaten, it's just a burden."

"If I can enjoy this burdensome feeling, old man, my life will not be in vain."

Liang Chuan raised his eyebrows, and said matter-of-factly: "Why don't you move the plaque of the tiger to your house to dry?" ”

"That's not possible, you can have as many plaques as you want, it's a shame if you don't have a name, I am embarrassed to lick my old face and grab something that doesn't belong to me?" He Baozheng's personality is changing, but what should be insisted on remains the same.

After the ox cart crossed the Stone Horse Bridge, the sky was already dark, and the rare star houses on the north shore lit up with sparks, and the world returned to a peaceful place. There are not many pedestrians or villagers on the road, like the nesting swallows, each returning to their own small homes.

But the more I walked in the direction of Helu, there seemed to be a slight difference when passing through Xianshui, there was a restless breath floating in the air, sitting on the ox cart, looking at the past from a distance, the large piece of sugar cane between the two villagers, as if there were dozens of torches flashing in the dark.

"Is that place the direction of the Zheng family's sugarcane field, Lao He, can you help me take a look?" Liang Chuan pointed to the places where the firelight was floating, and a trace of uneasiness came to his mind.

"It seems to be, hell at night, is there anyone still in the field to catch gophers at this hour?" He Baozheng was scolding, thinking of the waterwheel these days, a thought flashed through his heart in an instant, "Oh no, there may be a fight!" ”