Wang Zhanpeng, who had calmed down, seemed to realize that he had lost his temper and tidied up his appearance. From the side, her little face was still red, and the little maid Ying'er, who looked at Xiao Mo's eyes with stars, took a silk handkerchief in her hand and wiped her face.

This Wang Zhanpeng finally recovered the demeanor of the eldest master of the Wang family, and looked at Wang Zhiming, who was drooling with his chin on the side, his eyes were blank, and he was still laughing stupidly, and he couldn't help but be angry. Raising his foot kicked Wang Zhiming off his seat, and he didn't care about the demeanor of the lord of a big family.

Xiao Mo looked over and knew that Wang Zhiming had fallen into obscenity after listening to the story he had made. This drooling appearance clearly shows that this thing is sleepwalking too void and is one with a certain fairy. And it's a pipe dream.

"Daddy! Why are you kicking me? Ouch hey, my ass, it hurts me. Wang Zhiming seemed to be very angry, very angry, and couldn't help but say loudly. Come to think of it, anyone who has such a dream will be very angry when it is interrupted.

Wang Zhiming rubbed his butt a few times before he realized that it was his father who kicked him, and this relieved his senses, and the frightened Wang Zhiming Khan came out. Although his father has always been unaccustomed to his behavior, he has never done anything to himself, at most he has taught himself a few words. This is over, and it seems like I'm going to be finished.

Looking at Wang Zhiming, who was still questioning loudly just now, but was sweating and trembling at this moment, Wang Zhanpeng was even more angry. Pointing at Wang Zhiming, he said: "Look at your virtue!" How can there be a little bit of the family heir? It's really angry old man, hurry up and let the old man go to the wall and think about it! ”

When Wang Zhiming heard this, he hurriedly told the child to go, and hurriedly ran away while rubbing his buttocks, and did not forget to blink his eyes at Xiao Mo secretly.

Wang Zhanpeng sat on the stone bench, his beard shaking twice from time to time, as if his anger had not subsided.

After about a cup of tea, Wang Zhanpeng calmed down, and with a wave of his hand, Ying'er retreated. In the entire pavilion, only Xiao Mo and Wang Zhanpeng remained.

"I almost made that kid forget his business, don't blame him." Wang Zhanpeng apologized to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Moke didn't dare to raise his identity, and hurriedly said, "Uncle is too worried." ”

Maybe it's because he has a son who is not angry, Wang Zhanpeng now looks at Xiao Mo more and more pleasing to the eye, and then smiled and said: "Xiao Mo, my uncle has also heard about you and Zhiming in Sihailou, and my uncle who wrote Xiao Mo's poems is also admired." If Zhiming had half of Xiao Mo's talent, my uncle would have been able to wake up with a smile in his dreams. This time, I really want to thank Xiao Mo for relieving Zhiming. ”

Xiao Mo smiled awkwardly, how can the whole world know about this Qinglou. After all, Xiao Mo was a person of later generations, not a real Great Sui literati and ink writer, and he didn't realize that visiting the Qinglou at this time was a manifestation of the identity of the talents. It is also the trendy behavior of literati and ink writers.

This is the first time he visited the Qinglou, and all Luo knew about it, which made Xiao Mo really ashamed.

Besides, have you heard of it? I'm afraid that even the girls I and Wang Zhiming called, how old they are, what race, and whether anything happened, they all found out clearly.

Thinking about it, Xiao Mo still replied with a polite smile: "**************." Uncle doesn't have to worry too much, Brother Zhiming will definitely be able to do something in the future. ”

Wang Zhanpeng was obviously in a good mood at this time, patted Xiao Mo's shoulder and said: "There is still something to talk to Xiao Mo about, a few days ago, the matter of flour has been explained, because Xiao Mo, your production method is extremely simple, and now it has begun to bear fruit, and the craftsmen estimate that as long as the supply of wheat is sufficient, it can produce 100 quintals of flour per month." Uncle has already begun to instruct him to increase his output once he starts selling. There is just one question that needs to be discussed with Xiao Mo. ”

"If there is any problem, my uncle just asks, and Xiao Mo knows everything." Xiao Mo replied.

"It's not a big deal, it's just how to price this flour?" Wang Zhanpeng asked with a smile.

When Xiao Mo was asked like this, he couldn't help but have a big head, and the currency of the early Sui Dynasty was extremely chaotic. The Changping five baht and the privately minted Changping money of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the Wuxing Dabu and Yongtong Wanguo money of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, as well as the Chen five baht and the six baht of Taiwu in the Southern Dynasty, and even the goose eye money of Liu Song and the trimmed money of Xiao Liang continued to be mixed and circulated in the commercial field. The counties of Hexi also used gold and silver coins from the Western Regions. Therefore, in order to meet the needs of economic development, strengthen the central power, and consolidate feudal rule, Emperor Wen of Sui ordered the currency to be rectified and the five-baht coin of a unified standard was minted.

However, this Sui five baht is also called Kaihuang five baht, which was issued in the fifth year of Kaihuang, and now it is the third year of Kaihuang, and I don't know where the five baht money is. Although Luodu belongs to Henan, it is the eastern capital after all, and the circulation of various coins is complicated, Xiao Mo really doesn't know if there is a currency conversion system now.

Xiao Mo was a little embarrassed: "Uncle, nowadays, there are many kinds of coins, and this pricing is indeed a problem. ”

Wang Zhanpeng laughed and said: "Xiao Mo, you want to be crooked, although the imperial court has not officially issued currency, but there are already samples, the courtiers' money is now the new money issued by the imperial court, and most of the nobles use new money, and the exchange of various coins and new money has long had its own rules." It is difficult for my uncle to choose now whether to set a high price or a low price for this flour, after all, such a white flour has never appeared, and it is indeed a pity to set a low price. ”

Xiao Mo realized that he had thought too much, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Uncle, in fact, this pricing is not difficult. Xiao Mo doesn't think about it, it's just right to sell at a low price. ”

Seeing that Xiao Mo was so determined, Wang Zhanpeng couldn't help but be curious: "Xiao Mo, tell your uncle, why do you want to set a low price?" ”

Xiao Mo continued: "Uncle, although this fair-skinned flour is a novelty, it will only be effective for a short time. If the price is set at a high price, there is really no need to worry about not being able to sell it in the short term, but the people who can afford to buy it are either aristocratic families or rich businessmen. Selling at a high price is definitely not a long-term solution.

If the price is set at a low price, it is completely different, this white flour seems to be precious, in fact, uncle, you also know, but it is a coincidence, the production of this flour is not difficult at all, and it can even be said to be simple. When the supply of wheat is abundant, the daily output can be described as staggering. Not to mention the low cost.

Uncle, think about it again, how many people are there in the whole world, and as long as the people can afford to buy it, who will eat the flour like before? Or even eat poorly steamed wheat? This flour was not only confined to the sale of Luodu, but slowly spread throughout the Great Sui and even Nanchen. At that time, how much will the income of all the places add up, has my uncle calculated? ”

Wang Zhanpeng heard the ripples in his eyes, and there were some things that Wang Zhanpeng had also considered. But the monopoly marketing of later generations, no matter how smart Wang Zhanpeng is, he can't think of it. When I thought that the entire Great Sui, and even the people of Nanchen, would eat the flour of their own trading houses in the future, I couldn't help but feel my heart beating wildly, and my face was happy. Even if it's a low price, it can't carry a lot of people. It's definitely a lot of money, and it turns a short-term business into a long-term one.

When Wang Zhanpeng was thinking, Xiao Mo suddenly realized that he seemed to have fifty percent of the shares in this flour business. In this way, even if it is just the business of the entire Luodu, I don't know how much money is shared this year, let alone the entire Great Sui, and even Nan Chen.

Xiao Mo thought of this, and was stunned, as if he had become a rich man like this.