By the time Yang Fan and Ge Nie finished discussing the details of the cooperation, it was already noon. Ge Nie insisted that Yang Fan stay and have lunch before leaving. Yang Fan was not easy to push, and he came out after eating at the winery. The wine burned by Dakang Winery does have a unique mellow aroma, although it is not as good as the spring thunder of the past ten years, but it is much better than other wines of the Luo family. This gives Yang Fan a great grasp of seizing the mid-range market.

Zhang Yao has been waiting outside the winery. It was a little warm at noon, Yang Fan drank some wine, took the sheepskin fur in his hand, and got into the carriage.

"Sir, are you going back?"

"Yes." Yang Fan was about to take a nap, so he took a sheepskin fur and covered himself, and suddenly raised his head, "Zhang Yao, you are a smart person." The horsewhip outside the car trembled, and Zhang Yao's eyes changed, "Lord Xie praised." Back at the old shop, Yang Fan walked into the Strange Things Zhai and saw hundreds of glassware of all sizes behind him, Yang Fan had to admire the comprehension of these craftsmen.

In just one day, the utensils made can be regarded as high-quality.

"Sir, the ingredients you made are gone. Is it another batch? "Those artisans seem to be addicted to blowing too. Indeed, they are accustomed to boring cast iron work, and come into contact with this kind of glass that can attach their own creative wisdom, which makes their lives a little beating. Yang Fan picked up the glassware and looked at it. The condition is really good, so he asked: "The set of drawings I left yesterday, have you finished making them?" ”

"Back to the lord, it's over there. It's just that this hollow glass tube, to achieve the level that the lord needs, is indeed a little difficult, and he has to try again. ”

Yang Fan nodded, didn't look at those things, and said, "Okay, you guys will do it first." Put all the utensils in the yard on the counter in front of you. Tomorrow, our Strange Things Zhai will open. The transparency and colorlessness of these glassware have met Yang Fan's expectations, and he believes that the Strange Things Zhai after a day will definitely be a popular rhythm. This is just the first step in Yang Fan's initial vision. Zhu Youzhen allocated this batch of craftsmen to him, he has to make good use of it, and it is not too late to make guns again.

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In the Heart Cultivation Palace, Zhu Youzhen held the first glass bottle blown out by Yang Fan and played with it in his hand. "Queen, look at this thing."

Zhou handed over the prince to the nurse, and when he saw the colorless and transparent bottle in Zhu Youjian's hand, he was surprised, "Shengshang, is this crystal?" How can there be such a big crystal? She looked at the paper-thin wall of the cup and was impressed by the craftsmanship.

"Crystals? This is the glass that Yang Fan just made up. ”

"Ruri? How is this possible? How can there be such a translucent and colorless glass? Zhou couldn't believe that there would be such a glass product. Zhu Youzhen snorted, "I didn't believe it at first, but after reading Liu Hui's secret report, I believed that he blew this thing." ”

Zhou covered his mouth in surprise for a moment, and sighed: "This son of a master is really powerful. She looked at Zhu Youzhen's expression and asked, "The Holy Lord is thinking about how to get this secret recipe?" ”

"Queen, I'll ask you a question first." Zhu Youzhen put the glass bottle on the table, "What do you think of Daming's business?" ”

"Why does the Holy One ask?"

Zhu Youzhen said: "Yang Fan mentioned the reform of business among the ten strategies for rejuvenating the country. He said that the merchants were of a low status but paid less taxes than the peasants. In addition to tea and salt taxes, the Ming Dynasty's taxes and silver almost entirely relied on agricultural taxes. ”

As the mother of the country, Zhou is dignified and decent, so he naturally will not rashly blow any pillow wind. "What does Ling Hebo think?"

"Abolish the ancestral system and raise the commercial tax." Zhu Youzhen looked at the glass sharply, "At the same time, the household registration of Shinong industry and commerce will be abolished, and people will not be divided into three grades, regardless of size." ”

"This ......," Zhou was taken aback, "the Holy One has to think twice!" ”

"Of course I'm going to have to think twice. If he really did what he said, wouldn't it be a mess. But there is one of them, which is exactly what I want. In the past, the tax on grain was changed to tax silver, and the people had to sell grain at a low price in order to pay taxes. It will be purchased directly by dispatched officials. In this way, the grain merchants will be omitted in the middle, and the people of the Ming Dynasty will live better. ”

"Holy Wisdom." Zhou's Road.

Zhu Youzhen shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that it's late." I don't know how many of my people will starve to death this winter. "The price of food will rise very high tonight. There is less food, and there is no shortage of mouths to eat. This grain is naturally expensive, which is why the Gu family goes to Jiangnan every year before winter to collect grain.

Nowadays, in the slack season, the popularity of Shuntianfu is a lot, and under the winter sun, some of the shops living in Waiguo are just like the three shops on the side of the old shop street, but they hang Dong Qichang's "Strange Things Zhai", "Limindang", and "Half Wine" signboards, and open the market to welcome customers.

Under the overpass, it is still the most prosperous place, and the Luo family's wine shop has not lost the flow of customers because of the loss of the little-known wine signboard. Unbeknownst to them, however, an even bigger sniper awaited them. Luo Qingchuan returned to the helm of the business because of Luo Zun. Taking advantage of the free time, he slowly walked into the backyard.

"Zecheng, go and see your nephew. What did you look like when you were beaten! Seeing his uncle who was already sitting in the lobby, Luo Qingchuan hurriedly stepped forward to complain.

"Yesterday morning, the DPRK impeached Yang Fan no less than ten times, there is no way, the saint is not allowed, and we have nothing to do." Yu Zecheng followed Luo Qingchuan and walked towards Luo Zun's residence.

"Get out! Get out of here! Inside the room, Luo Zun roared with his hair scattered. It was not a complete man's body, so he did not dare to go out of this door, and even other people were not allowed to approach.

"Zun'er, what are you doing here?"

Luo Zun saw his uncle Yu Zecheng, the round pillow in his hand fell to the ground, his originally hideous face collapsed suddenly, knelt at Zecheng's feet, and cried: "Uncle, you have to avenge me." That Yang Fan, I don't have **, you must avenge me. ”

"Zun'er, you get up first." For this nephew, Yu Zecheng still has some affection, otherwise he wouldn't have come over today, "You listen to your uncle." If you want your uncle to avenge you, you have to go to the yamen to avenge your grievances first, so that your uncle can help you. ”

Luo Zun's eyes dodged, shaking his head and not wanting to go out.

Yu Zecheng put his arm on Luo Zun's shoulder, "Only in this way can we have a chance!" Even if you hide here and refuse to go out, why do you let the Holy One make the decision for you? Luo Qingchuan also persuaded, "Listen to your uncle." ”

Luo Zun hesitated for a long time, but still refused to nod. Yu Zecheng shook his head and said, "Think about it." Who is it who is so self-defeating and stealing fun? Yu Zecheng stood up and walked out.

"Uncle, I'll go, I'll go!" Luo Zun's eyes were resentful like a resentful woman, this time, if he didn't take off Yang Fan's title, this injury would be in vain!