A few zhang away, next to the ancient road, a wooden house, several open-air tables, a few weeping willows, Wang Dong's "paradise" arrived.

Walking closer, in the open space in front of the wooden house, under the weeping willow stood a tall wooden pole, on which hung a dilapidated green flag, embroidered with the word "wine".

"Presumably, this is the wine shop." Wang Dong said secretly in his heart.

Looking at the four kings, they didn't expect that this wine shop occupies a lot of land. It's just that it's noon, but there is no guest. Under the weeping willows, the huge shade became a natural barrier, and several sets of wooden tables and chairs lay quietly in the shade.

The Seven Princes were familiar with the road, passed through these tables and chairs, and walked towards the main entrance of the wine store.

Along the way, Wang Dong found that the table, chair, and floor seemed to have been uncleaned for a long time, as if they had been abandoned for a long time.

"Knock knock!" Qigong slapped on the door, and after a long time, there was an echo in the door.

"Who? So early in the morning, I came to knock on the door. ”

Hearing this, Wang Dong couldn't help frowning, and said secretly in his heart: "Early? It's noon, it's still early? ”

However, on the other hand, the seven princes seemed to be surprised by this, and the expression on their faces did not change in the slightest.

"Lao Jiu, it's me, open the door quickly." Seven justices.

"It's coming, it's coming...... Ha ......"

With a yawn, the somewhat dilapidated wooden door was finally opened, and a sleepy-eyed face appeared in front of Wang Dong. Xu had just woken up, and as soon as he opened the door, the man's eyes were pierced by the sudden sunlight.

The sun shone on this face, allowing Wang Dong to see clearly.

This person who is called "Lao Jiu" by Qigong looks similar in age to Qigong, but when he has a mouth, he is full of wine. The unkempt hair has not had time to be tidied up, and under the red rosacea nose, a face is much redder than Qigong, but his spirit looks a little sluggish.

"Old Seven, why are you so free today and come to me?"

The old man, let go of the door, walked towards the house by himself.

Qigong and Wang Dong followed in, and as soon as they entered the room, a great smell of wine came to the surface.

In the Tang Dynasty, although wine was abundant, it was still too backward compared to the current winemaking process. Therefore, the alcohol content of the wine in the Tang Dynasty was much lower than it is now.

But even if the content is low, there is still alcohol in this wine shop, and you can imagine how many days there is no air circulating in this small space.

Looking at the old Jiu's appearance of a hangover and not waking up, he staggered as if he was getting drunk, but he looked like a drunkard.

Adapting to the light in the room, I saw that on the bluestone paved ground, in addition to a few sets of wooden tables and chairs, a lot of wine jugs were lying on the ground.

"Lao Jiu, why are you so drunk again?" Qigong frowned.

Lao Jiushun picked up a wine jug, took a sip, and laughed: "Hahaha, if I don't drink it, aren't they too lonely?" ”

"Ridiculous! How can wine feel lonely. ”

"This is a bad statement," Lao Jiu said a little crazy, "there is Bole in the world, and there are thousands of miles in the world; Now, there is Lao Jiu before he can discover the beauty of this wine. Bole is to Maxima, just as Lao Jiu is to Lao Jiu. You say, if even I don't drink them, are they very lonely? ”

Listening to this Lao Jiu's wonderful theory, Wang Dong felt that it seemed to make sense.

"I can't argue with you, but I still have to warn you that alcohol hurts you."

Lao Jiu smiled: "Haha, everyone is drunk, but I am the only one who is awake." With that, he tilted his head and took another sip of wine.

Looking at Lao Jiu's appearance, Qigong knew that his words had no effect on him, so he had to say: "Today, the master sent you a helper to help." ”

"Helper?" Lao Jiu squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Dong's side, "Ha, I can't imagine that there are still people coming to my place, since this is the case, when the wine is celebrated, do it!" ”

After that, Lao Jiu raised the wine jug in his hand and drank it all.

"Plop!" With a bang, Lao Jiu lay on the wooden table and got drunk again.

"Alas! ――”

A long sigh echoed in the room until his figure disappeared completely, and his helpless sigh remained in the room.

"Wake up drunk, drunk and wake up, this old man is also very interesting." Looking at the sleepy Lao Jiu, Wang Dong felt that this Lao Jiu was very interesting.

When the seventh prince was leaving, he explained the situation of the wine shop to Wang Dong.

This liquor store has almost no monthly income, and the situation has been going on for three years. Since Sanniang took over, most of the manpower has been transferred. Now, in the entire wine shop, except for Wang Dong, only the drunken old man remains.

A liquor shop, handed over to a drunkard, a "foreigner" to take care of, is also extremely miserable to think about.

"It seems that Sanniang has really given up here." With a long sigh, Wang Dong walked out of the house and began to look around to understand the structure of the restaurant.

……

Eyes returned to the palace, in Wang Funan's bookstore, there were two people standing at this moment. One of them is naturally Wang Funan, and the remaining one is Wang Mengyao, the third girl of the Wang family.

In the morning, after dealing with Wang Dong's affairs, the father and daughter went back to the study, and Wang Funan instructed Meng Yao to show him the accounts of her store in the last three months.

After a little tidying, the accounts were placed in front of him, Wang Funan carefully browsed, and this look came to noon.

After checking the accounts for three months, Wang Funan slowly closed the account books.

"Yao'er, the profit in March has decreased a lot compared to the past." Wang Funan said calmly.

Sanniang Mengyao replied: "Yes, because of the national famine the year before last, there was a drought and locust plague in the customs last year, and this year there was a big drought. ”

"But as far as I know, the grain store in the hands of your eldest brother and second brother has increased its income a lot."

Sanniang replied: "That's because the two elder brothers have tripled the price of grain. ”

"Then why don't you raise the price of food?" Wang Funan asked.

Sanniang said: "Such a large increase in food prices can increase income. But in doing so, there will be many poor people who can't afford our rice grain, and many people may die because of it, and our royal family ......"

"Sanniang, you should know that since you took charge of the grain store, you have become a businessman, and for businessmen, earning maximum profits is the most important purpose."

Wang Funan looked at Sanniang and found that she didn't say a word, as if she didn't agree with what she said. He knows the character of his daughter very well, as long as she believes in things, it is difficult for others to interfere.

"Okay, Sanniang, since you do this, I believe there must be a reason for you." Wang Funan sighed, "You just do what you want and let it go." ”

"Thank you, Father, for your support." Sanniang bowed and bowed back.