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Everyone discussed: "How many subordinate concubines have to be beaten with sticks, hammers, and then sifted with kudzu cloth to get such fine wheat flour!" ”

Sighing and sighing, everyone was curious, and they came up to ask, and after being told the price, they were immediately furious.

"One bucket for three stones of corn!?"

"Why don't you go to the treasury to rob it!"

"Is this really something to eat?"

Although Zigong was influenced by his master, he claimed to be righteous and said little about profit, and did not take unjust benefits. But he is a businessman by nature, and he is extremely good at bargaining, and at the moment he only maintains an elegant smile, not moved at all.

When the people's mouths were dry, he said slowly: "In addition to my stall, where have you seen this thing, this is the only one in the world!" If you miss it, it's too late to regret it! ”

This is what Zhao Wuxian described as "a strange commodity to live in", and in Zigong's words, selling three stones is already a conscience price.

After waiting for the buzzing around him to stop for a while, Zigong continued: "There are scones made of wheat flour and other things here, you can taste them yourself, and you are willing to buy them, and you will never force them." If you buy more than one stone at a time, you will also receive a slip with more than 10 ways to eat powder. ”

This is naturally Zigong's idea, Zhao Wuxian couldn't help but sigh, in business, he can become a generation of giants, and he really has some business acumen.

At this time, everyone had already surrounded the stall three times inside and three times outside. After Zigong's entourage served the food that had already been prepared, they each broke a piece of white flour scone, or wheat brown "steamed bun", carefully put it in their mouths and chewed it carefully, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good! Great goodness! ”

"Victory but wheat rice and weed cake countless times!"

"What's more, it's not as good as the Su of the Week, the nakedness of Yangshan!"

They were full of praise, but they were still bargaining with Zigong and wanted to press it.

"The difference between the food made of yellow wheat flour and light white wheat flour is not very big, why is the price difference as much as two stones?"

The people on the side also followed suit.

Zigong was skillful in dealing with it, and he said with a smile: "The white salt of Great Xia, made into a tiger shape to worship the monarch and the emperor, its price is ten times that of ordinary green salt, and the rare is expensive, and the more difficult to get white wheat flour is more expensive than yellow wheat flour, what is so strange?" ”

The crowd was speechless, and besides, there were some people who didn't care about the slightest dispute, and it didn't take long for the crowd to be pushed away from the outside.

Some of the squirrel's soap officials squeezed in and bought wheat flour from Zigong, and several of them bought one stone at a time. Behind them, there were more than a dozen ox carts, pulling more than 100 stones of aged corn, or horses carrying brightly colored cloth.

It turned out that this was still the idea that Zigong came up with before leaving. After the rooster crowed, in the name of the Zhao family's gentlemen, he sent some pasta and more than half a bucket of wheat flour to the mansions of the scholars and doctors affiliated to the Zhao family as gifts.

As soon as the nobles tasted it at the court meal, they knew the taste of the marrow and heard that there was more wheat flour to offer, so they immediately sent people to rush to buy it.

There is no one to negotiate the price anymore, and if you don't grab it, there is no price in the market. So, in the evening, Zigong sold off the more than 40 stones of wheat flour he carried.

After the buyers who came one after another dispersed in disappointment, Zigong looked back and saw that there were already more than a dozen horses of fine cloth behind him, as well as a thousand stones of grain! Although Zigong only has a share of 10%, there are also 100 stones of grain and a few pieces of cloth.

Zigong secretly helped Zhao Wuxian calculate an account, a family of six in Chengyi, if there is a hundred acres of land, they will eat 100 stones of corn a year, and the yield per mu in previous years is about one stone of corn.

That is, he has earned more than a thousand acres of land today for a year's harvest......

Although the gentleman of the Zhao family has already explained to him that wheat noodles can be sold for half a year at most, after which there will be competitors and prices plummeting.

So Zigong decided that in the next half a year, he would probably stay in Xinjiang. Because he has been doing business with the clan elders since he was a weak crown, he has been doing business for more than a few years, and he knows that no matter where he goes, he can't find such an easy business.

If Zhao Wuxian was present, he would inevitably explain to Zigong that this is called "science and technology are the primary productive forces"......

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"Abandon the book!"

In the Zhao family's mansion in the lower palace, a girl's angry snort sounded.

It was already the middle of May, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the maidservants changed out of their thick spring clothes and put on summer clothes as thin as light gauze.

In the elegant boudoir of the gentleman and daughter Ji Ying, through the screen embroidered with cloud-shaped patterns and the hazy curtain woven by red Luo, you can see two beautiful women, one red and one white, sitting opposite each other on the pu mat.

The girl in red makeup and deep clothes is Ji Huan, her black hair is draped behind her shoulders, and the whole person is like the scorching sun after being stung, gorgeous and soft, making people feel like a spring breeze.

The woman in white on the opposite side is Ji Huan's best friend Han Ji, and she is glaring at Ji Huan at the moment.

Han Ji's appearance is somewhat similar to her handsome younger brother Han Hu, with picturesque eyebrows and peach blossom eyes. She is proud and elegant, and when she opens her mouth, she stabs people with chills.

The trend of white wheat flour has also been swept up here, and the table inlaid with colorful shells has red and black lacquer plates, and some chic flour sweets are placed inside......

Han's daughter only tasted it a little, and then criticized Zhao Wuxian for "sacrificing the basics".

Ji Huan smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Han Ji's words are wrong, Zhou Li values the friendship of relatives, my brother's cook has made delicious food, don't forget my sister, the elder sent someone to send it, it is a manifestation of filial piety, how can you be harsh?" ”

Wuxian knew that Ji Huan liked sweets, so this time he pointed out Zhao Guangde, recalled his previous life, and made sweet and salty pastries: the soft white steamed noodles were wrapped in brown-red starch sugar, and there were elaborate baked cakes, which were mixed with sugar and flour, slightly cooked with anointing oil, and sprinkled with almonds after the skin was golden, which was crispy and delicious.

Ji Huan felt that if she continued to eat like today, she might have to become plumper in the second half of the year.

Seeing that Han Ji was unimpressed, she continued: "What's more, on every market day recently, the merchants of Chengyi can pull dozens of carts of corn back. This kind of sitting on the ground and hanging the arch, and Su Mancang's ability, except for my brother, no one has ever been able to do it, how can it be said that it is a sacrifice to the end. ”

"This ......" Han Ji opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't refute it.

Ji Huan covered her cherry lips with her slender hand and smiled: "And as far as I know, not only around the lower palace, but even the palace of the Han family is buying the wheat noodles sold in Chengyi, presumably after Han Ji goes back, she will be able to eat leek leaf water cakes at the banquet table......"

"Hmph, this thing, no matter how much I eat it, I won't taste half of it!"

Han Jiliu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't say Ji Huan, so she could only hum angrily and not speak, but out of girlish nature, her eyes looked at those delicious desserts, and she was reluctant.

After a while, she couldn't sit still, waved her hand and wide sleeves, let the maid hang her head and stroke the long pendant robe, and leave.

The marriage between her and the eldest son of the Zhao family, Bolu, has already been decided, and after this year, they will get married, so they will naturally pay more attention to the dispute between the four sons of the Zhao family.

It turned out that the youngest and lowest status of the lowly concubine Wuxian was now the most promising to inherit the Zhao clan. Lingyi was also well governed, on the other hand, his future husband Bolu was tepid in Tangyi and did not improve.

Han Ji was arrogant, so she was naturally very dissatisfied with this. The last time I met Zhao Wuxian on the Huhe Bridge, I had a bad impression of him, but now because of various reasons, the prejudice is getting deeper and deeper.

However, Ji Ying maintained it in every possible way, and his attitude was full of happiness and satisfaction, thinking of the secret rumor about Ji Huan's life experience, Han Ji couldn't help but think about it elsewhere......

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Ask for collections, ask for recommendations...... I received the editor's notice on the shelves, on the 24th of this month, July can only be changed twice a day for the time being, and the time to save some manuscripts will explode

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