In a panic, Fan Chen opened the door and ran, but collided with a person, and then the two quickly pushed each other away.

"Is that you?"

"Is that you?"

The woman who sent Zhao Qianqian out, seeing that Fanchen and Zhao Qianqian knew each other, ran out of the opposite room in a panic, put them into the house, closed the door gently, and pulled them inside.

Within two minutes, I heard a knock on the door.

"Open the door, hurry." A woman urged impatiently.

Zhao Qianqian lowered his head and opened the door.

A woman with a scent all over her body, wearing only a undergarment, and her hair was a little disheveled, but this did not prevent her from walking in proudly.

A man behind her was also wearing only a shirt.

Zhao Qianqian followed the two into the back room.

Entering the room, Zhao Qianqian secretly glanced at a man and a woman who came in.

These two people turned out to be Yun Niang and Tang Lin's subordinates.

Zhao Qianqian has an impression of this person, about twenty-five years old, he looks quite handsome, it was the night the woman in purple was robbed, Yun Niang came out of Tang Lin's house, and it was this man who sent Yun Niang out.

"Ouch, are you still shy?"

In the inner room, the woman who Zhao Qianqian helped treat facial sores was coquettish, lying on the bed, wearing only a profane shirt on her body, and her entire back was naked outside.

Hearing someone enter, the woman glanced sideways.

"What's the matter with Mom? I still have a guest. ”

"Did you see someone coming in just now?" Yun Niang asked.

"Yes, but I didn't just come, I've been here for a while, no, I'm still stunned, I'm still training!"

The woman on the bed said and turned away, her back to the outside, as if talking to the person on the bed.

Yun Niang stood for a few seconds, then turned around and went back to the opposite room, and the man followed in, and the door was closed again.

Zhao Qianqian took off the coat given by the woman just now, knocked lightly twice on the outside of the locker, and Fan Chen walked out of the locker.

Zhao Qianqian asked in a low voice, "Who is that man?" ”

"Shhhh Don't ask, go from behind! ”

Fan Chen pulled Zhao Qianqian, went downstairs from a small staircase at the back of the room, and quietly came out of the garden when no one was paying attention.

When he got into the carriage, he was fine, as if what had just happened was not what he had experienced.

"What are you going to do with that girl? I searched everywhere. ”

"Treat her for facial sores."

"You're still going to cure facial sores? That's something that the doctors of the Rejuvenation Hall can't cure. ”

Zhao Qianqian threw him a look of believe it or not.

Fan Chen whispered very gossipy: "Did you find it, those two people were tired just now." ”

Zhao Qianqian naturally understood what was going on, so she rarely explained the reason to Fanfa.

Fanchen doesn't give up, you don't ask, I still want to say it.

"It's normal to be bumped into in that kind of place, but the man was nervous, and the two of them were afraid of being seen."

Zhao snorted with a shallow smile.

"You better not inquire well, be careful to put your life into it."

The dust is even more energetic.

"Do you know who those two are?"

"Needless to say, you heard it, the woman with sores called her mother."

"Who's that man? She must not be the only one she is good with."

Zhao Qianqian curled the corners of his lips.

"You want to know?" Zhao Qianqian said and hooked his index finger.

Fan Chen put his head over very gossipingly.

"You want to hear it, I won't tell you yet."

Fan Chen rolled his eyes and sat back in his place.

"Funny to you, who wants to hear it, I'm not so gossipy."

Zhao Qianqian thinks that in a place like Manxiangyuan, the sales of wine should be more than that of restaurants, especially for new products such as fruit brewing.

"How many jars of fruit are there in the warehouse?"

"Two hundred and sixty-eight altars, which are counted in the account."

Fanchen's accounts are more detailed.

The walnuts, peppercorns, and fruit stuffed in the warehouse, all things in and out are accounted for, and the entry and exit are all signed by the parties, and each stroke is remembered in detail.

"You go and order a batch of delicate wine jars, and store the fruit brew separately."

Zhao Qianqian took out a drawing from his bag, which was a picture of a wine jar, and there was also a kiwi on the wine jar.

It is said that it is a wine jar, in fact, it can only hold a pound of fruit brew, Zhao Qianqian's previous life was called a wine bottle, and in ancient times it was called a wine jar.

In his previous life, Zhao Qianqian liked this style of wine jar very much, and this wine jar has a very classical charm.

"The pattern on the jar should be made according to it, and it should be made clear to them that it can only be sold to us."

The emperor of the Qianqiu Kingdom paid great attention to development and encouraged the people to innovate, so although the country was small, it developed rapidly.

What was invented in Qianqiu Country cannot be stolen by others, and stealing other people's inventions may also be sued by officials.

Fan Chen took the drawings and looked at them: "This wine jar looks very elegant, and it should be very popular with the public." ”

"When the wine jar is made, a part of the kiwi fruit brew is packaged and placed in a more conspicuous position in the tea house, and it is appropriately recommended to customers, especially those businessmen who talk about business."

Fan Chen should be: "How to set the price?" ”

"The price is the same as a thousand-year-old drunk."

"The same price as a thousand-year-old drunk? Wouldn't it be a little higher? ”

"Haven't you drunk it? How? Think it's not as good as a thousand years of drunk? ”

Drunk for thousands of years, the famous liquor in Qianqiu country, Zhao Qianqian doesn't like to drink liquor, and her spicy throat is heartburn, mainly because she will ...... when she drinks

Fan Chen has tasted kiwi fruit brew a few times, and he knows very well the taste of this fruit brew, sweet and sour, which is not only liked by women, but also by men.

"That's not, this fruit is not intoxicating, sweet and sour, and it doesn't hurt the body if you drink it full, although it's good to be drunk for a thousand years, but if you drink too much, it will hurt your body."

"That's right, you also know the selling point of fruit brewing, scarcity is expensive, this Qingyun City is only available to us, and the pricing is up to us."

"Okay, I'll take a big jar back to the teahouse first, and then order this kind of wine jar to be packed."

"Are the walnuts and peppercorns in the warehouse dry?"

"It's going to take another day or two to dry, and then it's ready to be packed, but the walnuts can be packed."

"You arrange it yourself, just pack what should be packed, are the chestnuts stored in the nut store broken?"

"Don't say it, the chestnuts buried in the sand are as fresh as they have just been peeled."

The two talked all the way, and Fan Chen opened the curtain from time to time to look outside, and he had reached the foot of the West Mountain.

The coachman waited at the bottom of the mountain, the two went up the mountain, Zhao Qianqian walked ahead, the road he walked yesterday, there are still some traces, and the grass that he stepped on yesterday has not yet stood up.

It turns out that Fanchen is indeed not as good as Zhao Qianqian, and when he encounters a small hurdle or something, he has to be pulled by Zhao Qianqian.

In the grassy forest more than one person high, after walking for about half an hour, a white sea appeared in the distance.

Fan Chen was ecstatic, ran forward, stepped on the soles of his feet, and fell forward, he grabbed it casually and pulled Zhao Qianqian down.

Here is a long slope, which rolled more than ten meters and fell into a large net.

The two tossed in the net for a while, and Zhao Qianqian found that it was a huge cow's hoof vine.

Fan Chen naturally doesn't know it, there is a kind in the courtyard of Zhao Qianqian's previous life, the flowers are very beautiful, and the rattan can be woven into rattan chairs.

Cow's hoof vine can also be used in medicine, ancient livestock were infected with parasitic diseases, there is no medicine to treat, just feed this cow's hoof vine, can kill insects.

The two climbed up along the vine and got out of the rattan net, and Zhao Qianqian found that the section of the road to cotton was this kind of cow hoof vine.

Zhao Qianqian calculated, with the ready-made wealth of Xishan, it was enough to earn back the silver that bought the mountain.

Fan Chen looked at Zhao Qianqian, who was smirking, and was a little confused.

"You won't be stupid, you still laugh so happily when you fall like this!"

Zhao Qianqian's right hand and the big mother and son shaved handsomely on the tip of their noses.

"Sister, I saw the silver of the white flowers."

Fanchen looked around like a stupid hat.

"Where? Why didn't I see it? ”

"Whoa."

Zhao Qianqian pointed to a large area of cow hoof vines.

"You mean, these vines can be turned into silver?"

"Hmm."

Fan Chen pouted: "Don't blow it on me, go and see the cotton first." ”

The weather has been very good these days, and the cotton is spitting more and more.

Zhao Qianqian pointed to the cotton: "These will be harvested in four or five days." ”

Fanchen picked one, turned it over and looked at it again, it was very soft, and it was warm in his hand, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's cotton that's kept warm in the quilt, it's amazing."

Zhao Qianqian handed over the task of picking cotton to Fanchen, as for how he wanted to arrange it, that was his business.

"You will take care of this work, and you will bring someone to pick it in a few days, this is to compete with God for time, these can't be rained, once it rains, it will be broken."

After listening to Zhao Qianqian's words, Fan Chen suddenly felt that these cotton were not so good-looking.

"So much, and it's in the mountains, how can you transport it back? The carriage couldn't get up again. ”

Zhao Qianqian looked at Fanchen like an idiot, he was usually able to speak well, but this little thing stumped him, in fact, she had already thought about it, she just needed someone to watch it on the spot.

"Dozens of people came, some people picked cotton, some people carried them from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and a few carriages were arranged to transport them to the warehouse under the mountain, and the warehouse arranged a few people to receive the goods, which was a simple matter."

Fan Chen scratched the back of his head: "What is used on the mountain?" ”

"Carry the basket and basket, I have asked Uncle Yao to weave them, and they will be brought to the warehouse when they come back in two days."

Walking around in the grass, Fan Chen's body had some allergic reactions, and he felt itchy everywhere.

There was a red pimple on his neck, and seeing that he was scratching pitifully, Zhao Qianqian took him down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, I wiped it with a wet handkerchief with a clear spring, and it was soon healed.

Fan Chen sat on the horse and began to nag: "Don't let me come to this mountain, this mountain has an enmity with me." ”

Zhao Qianqian also felt that Fan Chen couldn't enter the mountains and forests, and there were a lot of things in the city, if he came to the mountains, no one would deal with a bunch of things in the city.

"You let Qin Feng try, he's fine except for walking a little slower."

Fanchen thought it was a good idea.

"Let's go to the North City."

Fan Chen especially wanted to go back to take a bath, and when he heard that he was going to Beicheng, he was not happy.

"What is there to visit in Beicheng, let's go another day, not today."

Zhao Qianqian felt that the matter of tools could not be delayed any longer, and it would be too late to plant crops if it was delayed.

"You take me to the armory shop that the county order said, and you can go back and leave me alone, how about it?"

"Do you really want to go?"

"Hmm."

The beauty asked, and Fanchen agreed very gentlemanly.

The door of the armory shop was closed.

Fan Chen knocked on the door outside for a long time, and an old servant poked his head out of the crack in the door, and when he saw that it was Fan Chen, he hurriedly opened the door.

"Young master, what are you ......?"

"Come and have a look."

Zhao Qianqian followed Fan Chen into the armory shop.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a smell of rust, and sure enough, there was a pile of rusty broken iron behind the door.

Walking more than ten meters inside, there is a tall room, five or six meters high, sixty or seventy meters long, and ten forging stoves.

"It's still a big place here, why didn't it use it?"

The old servant said: "This was used to build weapons during the war in the early years, and after the Emperor Taishang ascended the throne, the weapons were moved to Hanzhou City, and they were shelved here." ”

"Why did you move to Hanju City?"

"I heard that someone proposed, and the Emperor agreed to it, so he moved away."

Zhao Qianqian circled around the ten forging stoves, these forging stoves can still be used, only one or two blacksmiths, and some people can be built on a large scale.

Zhao Qianqian inquired with the old servant that there was still an iron shop in Beicheng, but the scale was small, only two people.

In order to make the tools as soon as possible, Zhao Qianqian asked the old servant to take them to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith shop in the north city is also the oldest way to beat iron, one person holds a big fan to fan the fire, and the other person struck iron, which can imagine how low the efficiency is.

This way of striking iron can only make a living, and it is impossible to make a fortune.

Zhao Qianqian had enough silver to make the old blacksmith's heart move, and hired two people to teach people to make iron, and the old blacksmith happily responded.