"Sit down, take your time, you're tired from squatting on the dock all day, right?" The eldest grandson took out a piece of mille-feuille cake from his pocket like a trick, and handed it to the dog with a smile: "This is Li Wen's snack at noon, I kept a piece, try it quickly." ”

The dog's eyes lit up, and he took a mouthful, the greasy and delicious mille-feuille cake was full of fragrant mouths, and the small walnut kernel honey in the middle was so sweet that it made people feel soft, and this small snack was really not covered.

After eating a few bites, the dog puffed out his cheeks and handed the rest to Changsun Hong, and said vaguely: "You also eat two bites." ”

Changsun Hong pushed his hand back with a smile and said, "I've eaten it, I've eaten a lot in the school, this is for you, eat slowly, don't choke, this thing plugs your throat." ”

The dog laughed, and stuffed a large piece of mille-feuille cake into his big mouth, like a squirrel eating fruit, stretched his mouth round and bulging, chewed a few bites fiercely, and swallowed it hard.

Seeing that he rolled his eyes, Changsun Hong hurriedly poured a few mouthfuls of water into the clay pot, patted his back and straightened his chest, and it took a long time for the dog to recover.

With a loud hiccup, the dog satisfactorily picked the teeth with his little finger and began to get down to business.

"According to your instructions, I went to the dock early this morning, squatted outside the fence and looked carefully, carefully remembered, and classified the types of goods that came out of the dock and entered the dock and boarded the ship, and wrote them down."

He took out a piece of paper, which was full of writing and drawing, and had a lot of pen and ink.

Changsun Hong took it and looked at it, crying and laughing, and sighed heartily: "Dog, you are really a genius, only you can think of this method." ”

On that piece of paper, the rows are very orderly and full of horizontal lines and graphics indicating the types of goods, there are cloth, there are paper, there are grain rice, and there are oil and wine tanks, although the drawing is not very good, but it is very vivid, and the strokes are stiff, but people can know what is drawn at a glance.

Those horizontal lines, naturally represent the number, the dog is illiterate, write his own name Li Gui two words let the eldest grandson Hong spend the old nose to teach, now they can't be described, let alone capitalized Chinese characters, but the dog has a way, a car of goods to draw a horizontal line, counting the number of lines at a glance.

The dog was a little apprehensive, for fear that he would blame Changsun Hong for not doing well, so he asked timidly: "How?" Erlang, can you still understand it? If you don't understand, I'll tell you. ”

"No, you're doing a great job." The eldest grandson praised him, making the dog laugh happily: "You rest, let me take a closer look and think about it." ”

He didn't think long about its practicality, the dog's drawing diagram was already very illustrative, sweeping his eyes to the bottom of the paper, on the top and bottom dozens of lines of paper, only the topmost lines behind the lines were more horizontal, and the lower ones, behind the graphics representing the kind, there were few horizontal lines, and the upper rows, the horizontal lines were much more.

"It turns out that the goods that went out were mainly grain, tea, cloth and paper." Changsun Hong tapped the table with the knuckles of his fingers, his expression was serious, thinking seriously, and tapping his fingers on the table when thinking about problems, which was a habit he had developed in his previous life.

"Transported in, are salt, department store chores, daily necessities, the type is different, the amount is not large, it seems that the regional closure of this era has a great impact on business, Shuzhong economy is self-sufficient, and it is difficult for foreign products to open the market here."

Changsun Hong frowned and fell into deep thought: "The products sent out are dominated by grain, and grain merchants have been profitable since ancient times, and it seems that it is really true." ”

"However, the cost of doing this business is large, and it has formed a scale, and various grain merchants have monopolized the market, if you want to break in, there is no big guy to protect it, it is impossible, and the bright and dark means can be used to kill the novice in minutes."

"There is also cloth, Shu brocade is famous all over the world, it is very popular in the south, the workshop is mainly concentrated in the area of Chengdu Prefecture, Jinguancheng heard that there are tens of thousands of looms, and the supply is still in short supply, the price is also considerable, and a trip down can be enough for a year."

"However, the industry in Hezhou is not developed, there are not many weaving yards, and compared with the fleet from Chengdu, the output is not only low, but also the quality is not high, and the craftsmanship of the weavers is also a problem, and it is difficult to compete with Chengdu Province, which has a developed textile industry, in a short period of time."

"As for tea and liquor, they are sold by the government, and ordinary people can infiltrate them, and smuggling and selling them is quite profitable, but isn't that the same as selling illicit salt? The risk is too great. ”

Changsun Hong's eyes swept over the line of paper, and he couldn't stop shaking his head, there are so many businesses, but it is difficult to choose, which line is what he should start, it is too difficult to decide.

A twelve-year-old boy with no big capital and no excellent backstage wants to make a fortune and start a business, it's really not easy.

"It looks like there's only paper." Changsun Hong's eyes were fixed on the fifth line, where the dog used poor painting skills to trace the shape of a piece of paper, followed by seven horizontal lines, indicating that today in one day, there were seven carts of paper transported to the dock for shipment.

The price of paper varies according to the varieties in the Southern Song Dynasty, there are expensive ones, and there are cheap ones, such as Xuanzhou's rice paper, which is the paper that scholars love to use, smooth and tough, moderate ink absorption, and the price is relatively high; Xie Gongjian in Chengdu Mansion is as smooth as snow, and the manufacturing process is complicated, so it is more expensive; Other raw edge paper, yuan book paper, cotton paper, leather paper, etc., are not the same, some are expensive and some are cheap.

In general, the bamboo produced in Shu, rich in raw materials, strong technology, low cost, made of a lot of famous brands of paper, marketed all over the world, very marketable, whether it is a printing workshop or a pen and ink society, all like to buy Sichuan paper, one is cheap, the other is good quality.

Hezhou's paper, mainly leather paper, is made of wood pulp mixed with mulberry bark, mountain bark and other bast fibers, the paper is flexible, thin and porous, used for writing is not the best grade, but the price is cheap, so it is sold to other places also have good sales.

"But compared with the paper coming from Chengdu Prefecture upstream, it is much worse." Changsun Hong recalled the river fleet he saw on the wharf a few days ago, and many of them were transporting paper across the border, and the scale was much larger than that of Hezhou.

The company that Changsun Hong worked for in later generations was a large multinational company and was involved in many industries, and one of his businesses as a middle-level manager was papermaking.

He looked at it over and over for a long time, thought for a long time, and finally stopped his fingers that had been tapping on the table, slapped it hard, slapped it on the pattern like a dog ghost, and whispered: "This is it!" Women are afraid of marrying the wrong man, and men are afraid of entering the wrong industry, and it is better to pick a familiar one that is easy to get started than to start from scratch. ”

He remembered Ran Pu's words when he was in the school, and couldn't help laughing, looked up at Fang Liang and said: "Ran Pu, Ran Pu, your family is in the paper industry, it's your blessing to meet me!" ”

(End of chapter)