Yang Ming knew the price of human life for the first time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fifteen times!

Fifteen times a lot of money can buy the life of a man in the prime of life, this is still because Pang Yan is kind and adds five more times, otherwise even if there are only ten people who want to sell their lives, they will still flock to it.

It takes at least a lifetime for a farmer to save enough money, and a prerequisite is not to eat or drink. Under such a premise, it is only possible, because no matter what the farmer cultivates, it is not necessarily his own land, and if it is rented and rented, then it may not be possible to save enough in two lifetimes.

And now it's just to do some experiments, Lord Zhizhou said, this experiment will not kill people, if you are careful, you won't die, it's just a little stupid. There are a lot of stupid people, as long as they can live, as long as they can buy a few acres of land for their families, these men will push away the dead and alive daughter-in-law who is crying on the side and want to participate.

In their opinion, the deal was worth it, and it was a good thing that could not be found with a lantern.

Yang Ming was secretly chilled watching from the sidelines, and he also felt helpless for these compatriots. If it weren't really poor, there was no way to believe that no one would go down this path.

There were a lot of people coming, and even though it was written on the list that five people would come, the public gate was still flooded. These people are pathetic, lamentable, and honorable!

They were able to give up their lives for the sake of their wives and children, and their courage is incomparably revered.

It's not that they're lazy, they're industrious, they're hardworking, they lie in the fields and don't mind working barefoot in the middle of the night for a bite to eat. It's not to covet the coolness of the moon, just to save a piece of clothing that may be one in the home.

This is not a joke, there are such people in Yang Ming's village, but they gradually disappeared after Yang Ming helped sell agricultural products and every household could have some income.

Looking at a group of people who were poorer than Guanghua Village, taking off their clothes one by one and showing their skinny bodies, Yang Ming, a man who longed to be selected, was deeply shocked for the first time.

Poor people!

He increased the quota to twenty, and if there were more people, they would suffer less damage, so that they would not survive in this world like a walking corpse for the rest of their lives.

Ever since they knew that the quota had increased to twenty, the group of men knelt down at that time.

This group of simple men unanimously agreed that the official had a good heart in this matter, and he took pity on them, who were working hard, to give their whole family a way to live, and no one thought it was a harm.

The twenty poorest people were chosen, or maybe not, because it was very difficult to find the poorest among a group of ragged people.

These twenty men were elated after confirming that they were chosen, and suddenly they became gloomy, in their opinion, maybe today is goodbye, they will never see tomorrow's sun, or their wives and their favorite boys, but none of them have withdrawn, they can't create a paradise for their families, they don't mind exchanging their lives for it, although they don't know that without their existence, that paradise is actually hell.

The success of the industrial alcohol production is more difficult than Yang Ming imagined, and the purity is not high enough, only about 90 degrees, which is the answer obtained by the twenty people who invited the wine taster after tasting it.

Yang Ming will not risk his life, even if it is blended into a forty-five degree drink, he is not willing to try a sip, the spirits directly blended with industrial alcohol he does not know what will become after drinking. The tasters, however, were very happy, they had never drunk such a mellow wine in their lives, but due to the strict terms set by Yang Ming, they could only try a little bit, and after determining the degree, other craftsmen would put these spirits made of alcohol and boiled water into the wine jar.

A vat of aged wine fulfilled its task perfectly, and it was mixed into the caravans that were to be formed by the Suizhou Yamen and transported to Tibet, where they would be brought back into cattle and sheep or copper coins, and then thrown into the influx of displaced people.

"Zile, are these people really as you said that drinking this wine will cause dull disease?" Pang Yan was also involved in the whole process of making spirits, and he now finally understood why Yang Ming only said that it was made and not brewed, and that this method of blending spirits in large quantities as long as there was water made him never want to watch it again, it was a job that had no technical content or culture at all, except for the manufacture of industrial alcohol.

"Not bad!" Yang Ming nodded solemnly, the consequences of industrial alcohol if it were consumed were absolutely terrible: "Uncle Pom, these people can only work here for three years at most, and then continue to replace, if they exceed this year, they will become a group of walking dead, I don't want this to happen to my Ming people!" ”

Pang Yan nodded slightly, he didn't want such a tragic thing to happen under his rule, the profits of the liquor business were huge enough, and he didn't mind spending more money if he could keep the secret, these people could be regarded as contributing to the Daming Dynasty, and he didn't care about the dozens of dollars.

"Old man Zile has something unclear, since this alcohol only needs to be mixed with water to become a spirit, why don't I wait to transport the alcohol directly, and then buy wine tanks and other materials for blending after arriving in the border area, so wouldn't it be much more convenient? "Pang Yan put his mind down from the fun-free liquor production, and thought of transportation, if it is only to transport alcohol, then the waste in it will be at least seventy percent less, and it will be an astronomical amount in a year, I am afraid that this money is more than the tax of the entire Suizhou Prefecture in a year, since this money can be saved, it is best not to waste it in vain."

Yang Ming said with a smile: "Uncle Pang doesn't know, just transporting alcohol is naturally a lot less loss to be transported, but what is the secret of this truckload of alcohol when it is mixed with water?" You must know that there is no impermeable wall in this world, as long as you blend spirits outside, you will inevitably deal with some merchants, such as renting a house, such as buying a wine vat, these things will become a vat of spirits in the blink of an eye, do you think they can't see it?

If these merchants can see it, how can those barbarians not know? Therefore, it is best to start from my Suizhou, which not only covers my ears and eyes, but also feeds many people in my Suizhou. For example, the craftsman who makes the wine vats, or the craftsmen who carry the wine, or the merchant ships that come and go, these people can find a job to eat in them, and the state can also collect taxes from the merchants, so wouldn't it be better? ”

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