"Smack!"

The purple bamboo wolf pen was smashed the white rice paper, and the thick black ink quickly smudged a large black spot.

Chu Fan propped his elbows on the desk, desperately grabbing his hair, and he collapsed a little.

Five thousand taels of silver, to do fifteen thousand taels, this is obviously an impossible task!

It is definitely not feasible to do maritime trade business honestly, so you can only do something beyond this era, and there are many things that can be done, such as salt purification, such as research and development of soap, such as manufacturing monosodium glutamate, etc. But these things are either not hidden from Wang Ting's eyes, salt purification is the best example, if he turns the poor sea salt into refined salt, then Wang Tingqian will definitely pounce on him like a hungry wolf and snatch the entire process - under power, where can his small body withstand the rubbing of the prefect?

The same is true for monosodium glutamate, as for the research and development of soap, in addition to being robbed of the process, there is no time at all - in a month or two, if you don't go to sea, you will inevitably expose the filling.

Therefore, what Chu Fan is looking for now is an ordinary goods that is enough to confuse Wang Ting, and it must be processed in a short time, and it must be able to match the technological level of the Ming Dynasty.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chu Fan reluctantly thought of something, he carefully tore off the pages of the ink-soaked paper, and then wrote down two words: "Tobacco".

Tobacco had entered the land of China in full swing at the end of the Ming Dynasty, as evidenced by Ge Bi's dry tobacco, but the tobacco at this time was very primitive.

But Chu Fan knows very well how high the profits of processed tobacco are - you must know that most of the military expenses of a rabbit in later generations are huge profits and taxes from the tobacco industry!

Chu Fan is very familiar with the tobacco industry, in his previous life, in his senior year, because the director of the children's welfare institute had a good relationship with the director of a local re-roasting factory, so he was recommended to this factory for an internship. If it weren't for the news that the army had come to the school to recruit soldiers, Chu Fan would have stayed in this rebaking factory.

Moreover, the technical threshold of flue-cured tobacco is not high, mainly temperature control, and more importantly, the flavor formula in cigarettes is very suitable for confidentiality, which can allow you to maintain your technical advantage for a long time!

Putting down the pen, Chu Fan opened a small packet of tobacco shredded tobacco that he asked for from Ge Bi, and twisted his fingers to observe it carefully.

This is a very primitive tobacco, but after the tobacco leaves are dried in the shade, they are cut into small strips with a guillotine, and the color is different shades, and the taste is extremely spicy and rough.

In this way, the tobacco is still trafficked from Yangzhou, and the value is relatively high, a pound of tobacco is about 30 Jiajing dollars, which is converted into silver and is about four and a half (crab note: four and a half = 0.045 taels).

Therefore, Chu Fan is very confident in making cigarettes, and he is completely sure that the price of these raw tobacco shreds will be doubled by one or two times, or even four or five times!

Thinking of this, Chu Fan stood up, paced around the small room, rubbed his lower lip and carefully calculated.

A pound of tobacco can roll 500 cigarettes, that is, 25 packs, if you price ten big money a pack, then a pound of tobacco can be sold for 250 big money, planing out labor, firewood money and loss, at least 180 big money profit, that to earn 30,000 taels of silver, you need to process 120,000 pounds of tobacco leaves.

Chu Fan couldn't help frowning, this is equivalent to the output of a small rebaking factory for a month, in the Ming Dynasty, where there were no various machinery, the scale was definitely quite huge!

I also had to build my own ovens and train flue-cured tobacco workers and cigarette workers, all of which took a long time to complete!

The worst thing is that even if you get the flue-cured tobacco out yourself, you still need to promote it! No matter how good any product is, there is a promotion process when it is newly launched, and we will know how much time this process will take at the end of tomorrow!

What if at the end of the year, what if you make a lot of cigarettes but don't turn them into silver? Is it possible to send cigarettes to the royal court to try to pay off debts? Chu Fan didn't want to joke with his life and that of his family.

Time! All I need now is time, if only there was something that would allow tobacco to spread quickly in a short period of time.

"Brother Eleven!"

Just when Chu Fan was thinking about it, Chu Meng's shout sounded outside the door, Chu Fan pushed the door and took a look, only to see Chu Meng shaking his shoulders into the courtyard, followed by a green skin.

Seeing Chu Fan come out, Chu Meng stepped forward in a few steps, leaned into his ear with a mysterious smile on his face, and said, "Brother Eleven, I brought back that kid from the Sun family, and now he is tied up in my family's mill." ”

Chu Fan was shocked, although this Sun Zhenwu said that he had fallen into the fight, he was also a guerrilla general, and he would get into trouble if he kidnapped his son so blatantly, he frowned and asked, "You kidnap the ticket?" ”

Chu Meng tilted his head and squinted at Chu Fan and said, "Brother, can I be the kind of person who has no head and tail?" ”

After speaking, he took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Chu Fan proudly, "Brother, look at it, what is this." ”

Chu Fan took it curiously and looked at it, and was happy, only to see that it was written on it, "IOU: Today, there is Sun Guerrilla Zhenwu's third son, Sun Moumou, who asked for a loan of one thousand and two hundred taels of silver from Chumeng in Wanzikou for some reason, and agreed to return it in three days." According to this, the eighth day of the ninth month of the seventh year of the Apocalypse. "It's covered with bright red thumb prints.

Chu Fan pinched his fingers and calculated, today is September 12, and it happened that the agreed day of repayment has passed, it seems that this grandson did not repay the money, and Chu Meng tied him back.

Nengyin took the Sun family, Chu Fan was also very happy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned and asked Chu Mengdao, "How did you get it?" ”

"Whew! Don't ask how to get Brother Eleven, in short, since this kid is in my hands, if I don't make him die, I won't be surnamed Chu! …… This king is Sun Zhenwu's son-in-law! What do you think? Interesting enough, brother, right? Chu Meng patted his chest proudly.

Chu Fan patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you, Old Thirteen...... Let's go, let's see. ”

"Brother Eleven, you can say this, you can't write two Chu characters in one stroke! Thank you for what...... Walking. After Chu Meng finished speaking, he followed behind Chu Fan, and the three of them walked towards Chu Meng's mill.

As soon as he entered the mill door, Chu Fan saw a ten-year-old young man with a disheveled hair sitting on the ground, and the satin robe on his body was crumpled and wrinkled.

Taking a closer look, Chu Fan is even happier, isn't this Sun Zhenwu, who is one size younger?

"Sun Gongzi, at the beginning, you begged your grandfather to ask my grandmother to borrow the silver, I thought that your Sun family has a strong background, and you repeatedly promised that you would return it on time, so I lent you the silver," Chu Meng stepped forward and picked up Sun Gongzi's collar and roared viciously, "** It's good, when the time comes, I will take out less than two hundred taels!" ”

"Smack!"

Chu Meng rounded up and gave him a mouthful, and roared angrily, "Send it to Hanako!" ”

"Master Chu, you let me slow down, let me slow down," Sun Gongzi covered his face and begged, how could he still have the appearance of a general's son, "My father has been held in the government these days, without him to speak, the account room will not be given ...... You'll be accommodating for a few days. ”

"Hold you off for a few days?" Chu Meng threw him to the ground, stepped on his chest, and glared, "Who the slows me down?" Sue your surname Sun, today you either take out the silver, or Lao Tzu doesn't want the silver, ** leave a leg for Lao Tzu! ”

He stepped on this foot heavily, and Sun Gongzi coughed violently, coughing and begging for mercy.

Chu Fan curled the corners of his mouth to watch Chu Meng rectify him, as happy as eating ice cream in the summer.

Looking at it, Chu Fan felt that something was wrong, and the grandson rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and kept muttering, "Medicine!" Medicine! Give me medicine! ”

Chu Meng also found out, let go of his feet and stood aside, shocked - debt collection is one thing, but if it kills people, it will be a big trouble.

The more Chu Fan looked at him, the more familiar he felt, it was too similar to the appearance of some people who needed special coercive measures in later generations!

Approaching Sun Gongzi, Chu Fan asked suspiciously, "What medicine do you want?" ”

"Ah Bian! Give me Ah Bian! ”