Needless to say, the value of tobacco is an important source of contemporary national defense. In this age of poor material comfort, if you dispense tobacco yourself, it is simply drug trafficking.

And the chili pepper, this kind of taste did not appear in the Great Song Dynasty, people want to eat spicy can only use some dogwood ginger and other stimulating ingredients to replace, although everyone still has no spicy taste, but as long as you eat it in your mouth, Liang Chuan dares to guarantee that this crop is also hard to find!

"My dear friend, Allah will bless!" Liang Chuan also echoed.

Hussein heard Liang Chuan say Allah, although he did not sincerely recognize himself as a believer in Allah, but those who believe in Allah are his brothers and sisters, which cannot be wrong.

Liang Chuan is a complete atheist, of course, this belief in this life is a little shaken, because he has witnessed the miracle happening, if there is no god, how can he have such a thing.

But although Allah is also great, for Liang Chuan, the gods who came to the land themselves still can't believe enough, how can they believe in the gods who come to the country. But such a sentence may have shortened the sense of distance between him and Hussein, although the two of them have evil intentions for each other!

Without him, it is really because the value of the few cash crops that Liang Chuan needs is too terrible. Needless to say, the chili pepper is not used for sale, but it can also satisfy your craving for hot pot! As for tobacco, anyone who knows the world's top 500 companies must know that the tobacco companies of our great country disdain to evaluate the top 500.

Liang Chuan wrote in detail about the appearance, smell, and taste of tobacco and chili peppers to Hussein. At first, Hussein thought it was something ordinary, but after listening to Liang Chuan, he felt that he didn't know anything about it. I was full of confidence, but now I am also confused.

Liang Chuan originally had little hope, because these two things were recorded in history until the Ming Dynasty before they entered the country, and history may be advanced or forgotten, and no one knows what the accurate historical truth is.

He originally wanted to comfort this foreign friend and not let him lose confidence, but who knew that he came over to comfort Liang Chuan and said: "Allah will definitely bless us to find these two things, my hands have a lot of water, don't worry." ”

In order to stimulate Hussein's enthusiasm to find these two things, Liang Chuan gave a death order: "If you don't find these two things, then I can only sell this recipe to others." ”

Hussein doesn't know why this treacherous Liang Chuan values these two things so much, but he must find them first, in order to change the formula and study these two things, in case they are also good things.

The business was not negotiated, and Hussein now wanted to hurry back and let his subordinates know about these two things.

Liang Chuan asked him why he didn't want to bring a little mosquito coil back.

Hussein said with a smile: "Your current output is too small, I can't look down on this little bit of goods, if you want to buy it, I will buy a boat at once, this business is enough to make money." ”

Liang Chuan said to He Baozheng: "Look at this is a big business, buy a boat at a time, I told you, this business should be bigger, and it will produce a hundred and ten pieces at a time, and others will take a fancy to it when it comes to big business." ”

Now Liang Chuan's price is 40 yuan for a piece of mosquito coil, and He Baozheng has eliminated the regular supply to the two restaurants, and he only has hundreds of plates of incense on hand. In Hussein's eyes, this business of a few dollars is not even a mosquito meat, he is a person who does a big business.

Sent away Hussein, He Baozheng looked at Liang Chuan's eyes wrong, this is twenty taels of gold, but not twenty taels of silver, San Lang said don't want it, God, when I saw that a piece of mosquito coil could be sold for forty yuan, my legs began to tremble, and people are more popular than people.

As Hussein left, the people of the village spontaneously organized themselves to watch the monkey. Like greeting the champion of high school, a large crowd of people surrounded Hussein, and the two black bodyguards almost flashed their knives several times.

Liang Chuan can't hand over the formula of mosquito coils too early, Lao He can't even open the market now, and the two restaurants have taken a fancy to his mosquito coils, and the popularity and use can't keep up.

can only wait for Lao He to do almost, at least everyone knows that the first one to do is our He Lu's mosquito coil, the most authentic and the most original craft, and so the market has a certain acceptance of He Lu's mosquito coil, and then consider putting this craft out, at that time others also produce that doesn't matter, anyway, everyone only recognizes our He Lu's mosquito coil, Hussein wants to sell, then go to Nanyang to sell it.

Intellectual property rights are also a huge source of profits, Liang Chuan sighed in his heart. No wonder the grievances between Wang Laoji and Jia Duobao are that the latter wants to bleed and spend money every time.

"Lao He, our mosquito coil is now even targeted by international friends, which means that this thing is really easy to use, so people have traveled thousands of miles to our small mountain village to buy the formula, and now you have to think about how to expand the production volume on the one hand, and then I tell you, we have to do this advertisement." Liang Chuan began to think about how to build this sunrise industry before others seized the market.

"You say, I'll do it!" He Baozheng patted his chest.

"Can you receive the materials in the Fengshan Wanda store now?"

"Of course I can get it, and I have received a lot, I have long wanted to tell you about it, expand the production, and I haven't seen your shadow in the past few days."

After the people of Fengshan knew that some people had collected these kudzu and camphor powder, which no one had eaten now, some people would pick some of them when they went up the mountain to collect firewood, and sold these things to Ye Xiaochai after they went down the mountain. At the beginning, a few people dug these, and later the people who went up the mountain to chop firewood found that this way of making a little money was a little more profitable, and there were more people doing it. So now He Baozheng doesn't worry too much about raw materials.

"You remember to go and make some more molds and explain it to the old friend."

"What do you mean by advertising?"

"We can use some pictures or words to make our mosquito coils more famous, this is advertising." This new term can only be understood by He Baozheng by using real objects, and he says that it is for nothing.

"Do you know anyone who is good at drawing and writing?" There is no printing shop or advertising design shop for advertising, so it takes a lot of effort.

In ancient times, painting meant poverty, and few people could get ahead with this industry, and a few people were rich and wealthy after painting for entertainment. Painting has been poor all his life, Danqing has ruined three generations, and there are very few people who will think about doing it.

He Baozheng thought for a while and said, "Mr. Meng can, his handwriting and Danqing are first-class." Before he had an accident, many people made a special trip to Fengshan to communicate with him for advice. ”

I didn't expect Meng Liangchen to have this hand, he could write a good hand Liang Chuan guessed, but he didn't expect him to be able to do a good hand, which surprised him.

The school hasn't started classes yet, and Meng Liangchen is basically at home now, and he is rarely seen even at home. Liang Chuan funded him a lot of money, which was enough for him to study at home without worrying about material things.

Liang Chuan took a plate of mosquito coils and went to Meng Liangchen's house. He Baozheng led the way, for so long, Liang Chuan has not been to Meng Liangchen's house.

Walking around the roads in the village, He Baozheng was not very familiar with him, so he asked a household when he walked by, and finally found Meng Liangchen's house before dark.

Meng Liangchen's home is also at the foot of the mountain, but Liang Chuan is at the end of the village, and his home is at the head of the village. Seeing this house Liang Chuan smiled, it was exactly the same as his previous house, it could be regarded as the two most broken grass houses in He Lu, looking crumbling, the sky would descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds.

Liang Chuan patted the door knocker, the thin wooden door panel creaked open, and Meng Liangchen's mother walked to the door with her presbyopia eyes open, "Who are you?" It was dark, and she couldn't see clearly.

"Auntie, it's Liang Chuan, San Lang!" He Bao was afraid of the old man's ears, so he said in a loud voice.

"Huh? Is it Liang Saburo? Meng Mu grabbed Liang Chuan's hand, and the old tears were rampant, "Come in, don't stand at the door." But I'm looking forward to you, Engong. ”

Liang Chuan walked into the home of this talented man with a smile, it was simply a copy of Liang Chuan's previous home, and the four walls of the family were not enough to describe the poverty of this family. Except for a bright oil lamp on Meng Liangchen's desk, there was no other light in the house. A broken desk with a mountain of books piled up on it, and two broken tables, a simple bogu shelf full of books, and nothing left.

The house is just like the original home of Liangchuan, although it is also small and cold, it is spotlessly clean, and all the things are neat and clean, giving people a warm feeling. On a dilapidated bamboo bed lay a rag garment, and a bamboo basket with needles and thread, and the needlework was halfway done.

Meng Liangchen was reading a book under the oil lamp, and when he saw Liang Chuan coming, he was not surprised or surprised, his eyelids were raised, and he continued to read his book, and said lightly: "It's coming!" "Just as expected, an old friend came to visit after a long absence.

"What books are you reading?" Liang Chuan asked curiously.

"Trough Eater"" Meng Liangchen still didn't even raise his eyelids.

The two chats make people feel that the relationship between the two people is very tense, but when they take a closer look, they are like two old friends, understanding each other's behavior, and facing each other with their truest attitude, which is rude in the eyes of others, but they don't care.

"Uhhhhh Liang Chuan knew that there was a book of information and governance, a record of Yueyang Tower, and the rest was almost forgotten, as for what food and what people, he had never even heard of it, and he couldn't answer it at all.

"San Lang, go and sit on the bed, there is no decent stool at home, I will wronged you." Meng Mu beckoned the two of them to sit on the bed.