Wen Xiuyi doesn't think that he has great ability, even if he was originally in the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, a group of people worked together to research, although there are not as many high-tech technologies and talents as in the post-modern era, but the wisdom of the ancients cannot be underestimated.

Wen Xiuyi felt that he could no longer work alone, and he had to find talents in this area to work with him.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiuyi asked Wen Laohan again: "Dad, is there anyone in our village who is particularly good at farming, that is, the kind of person who is very good at finding problems and grows things better than others." ”

Wen Laohan blurted out without thinking about it: "You." ”

That is, in the past two years, Wen Xiuyi has shown his talent for farming, otherwise, Wen Laohan feels that everyone seems to be about the same, and the things planted are even more similar.

Luo slapped Wen Laohan on the back: "My son is asking about other people, what are you?" ”

Old Man Wen twisted his body, this dead old woman is now strong, but he still replied: "Everyone is almost the same, I haven't seen anyone who has planted particularly good land, otherwise it wouldn't have been like this all these years." ”

Wen Xiuyi was slightly disappointed: "Oh, that's it, forget it." ”

"What's going on?" Seeing him like this, Old Man Wen asked.

Wen Xiuyi said what he thought.

Wen Laohan frowned, nodded in agreement: "This is not your business alone, boss, don't put too much pressure on yourself, we have been like this for so many years, what you have done now has changed too much, don't be too anxious, don't exhaust your body." ”

"I know, Dad."

If you don't have it in the village, you have to start elsewhere.

Wen Xiuyi told Chen Xianling the next day that he would set up a group specializing in rice research and apply for Chen Xianling to recruit talents and funds.

After all, research costs money, no matter what the era, and in addition, if you recruit people, you have to pay people some wages, and you can't let people do it in vain.

Chen Xianling was now no longer surprised by these fanciful things in Wen Xiuyi's mind, and when he opened his mouth to himself again, Chen Xianling laughed at himself.

"Our yamen is running out of money, you know? The day before yesterday, you said that the progress of land reclamation could not keep up, and you allocated funds to buy more than a dozen cattle from Lao Jin, and each village issued one, and the tax was confiscated, so it was just to pay out.

There is no money, there is no money, there is really no money, why don't you write an excerpt to Your Majesty yourself, and see if you can get some money from the household department. ”

It's funny to say, they look forward to the stars and the moon to come to His Majesty's holy decree, but they only gave him and Wen Xiuyi the right to let them do it, if it is successful, it will be promoted nationwide in the future, if the effect is not good, the mode of the production team will stop in Cloud Town.

It is said that it is a holy decree, but it is really only a holy decree.

Chen County's order wrote an excerpt and handed it over to ask for money, but he has not received a reply so far, and it is estimated that there are many people who have sunk into the sea.

He understands those people in the household department too well, and he will cry poor the most, and he will even more delay this kind of uncertain thing to do to them, even if it is finally approved, I don't know how much money can be in their hands.

What Chen Xianling didn't tell Wen Xiuyi is that officialdom is not as simple as farming, some people are in favor and some people are against it, there are many people who are against Your Majesty, and now that Your Majesty's holy decree has been issued, they just have to let it go, and those people have no choice.

But if they ask for money, they are afraid that those who oppose it will take the opportunity to stand up and obstruct it.

Chen County's order broke the stakes, pinched them, and told Wen Xiuyi to listen.

Wen Xiuyi frowned: "That's not easy." "It's as simple as he thinks.

Chen Xianling touched his chin and said, "It shouldn't cost much, right?" Why don't we go to Lao Lu and ask for it? Fucheng is rich, much richer than us, Fucheng is big enough, and taxes are high. ”

Chen Xianling raised his eyebrows, he couldn't keep catching him alone.

The two were discussing how to get Lu Ning's wool here, and on the other side, Qiu Rongrong and Wen Yao were also worried.

And what they are worried about is how to spend the money.

The business of Zuixianlou is as good as ever, and the profit of Zuixianlou alone is thousands of taels every month.

Roast duck shops and milk tea shops have also opened a few imitations in the town, but the business is still much worse than theirs, plus the two stores on the dock every month, the profit can be tens of thousands of taels, even if Wen Yao and Qiu Rongrong are divided in half, each person has four or five thousand taels of income.

This is not counting the income of the Qiu family's several stores in Jiangnan, it is even more prosperous, and the eldest brother of the Qiu family did not treat the two sisters badly, he accounted for half of the dividends, and the other half was given to the two of them, and there were 10,000 taels of silver every month.

Although Li Yi has not yet sent the money, he also told them the approximate profit of the capital in the letter he wrote to Wen Yao, according to what they had discussed at the beginning, Li Yi accounted for forty percent, Wen Yao and Qiu Rongrong each accounted for thirty percent, and in the first month, Wen Yao alone could get more than six thousand taels of silver, which shows the huge profits of the capital.

Moreover, these are still net profits, net profits after deducting all the costs of stores, labor and raw materials.

But no one is too much silver, and now that the few businesses in her hand have stabilized, Qiu Rongrong's desire to make money can't be suppressed.

Asked Wen Yao to put away all the silver tickets, Qiu Rongrong took her hand and said:

"Now that several stores are stable, I think it's time for us to consider expanding our business, I plan to open another Zuixian Building, a roast duck shop, a milk tea shop in Fucheng, sister, do you have any other ideas? Let's think about what else we can do. ”

Wen Yao didn't worry much about business, she just had to make ideas, she didn't want to care about anything else, to be honest, she was a little embarrassed to take so many dividends, after all, the work was done by others, and she was a handshaker who only collected money, and she was a little embarrassed to say it.

So when Qiu Rongrong talked about this, Wen Yao became interested immediately.

"Okay, if you open a store in Fucheng, then you can make salted duck eggs and Songhua eggs directly in a workshop in Fucheng, and you have to send someone to Fucheng to pull duck eggs every half a month." Wen Yao said.

Qiu Rongrong nodded her head with a smile and said, "Big brother sent a letter, saying that these salted duck eggs and Songhua eggs are selling very well in Jiangnan, and he wants us to do more to send them over in the future, there are more ships coming and going to Jiangnan on the pier now, and the transportation is also convenient, what do you think?" ”

Although the profits of salted duck eggs and Songhua eggs are not as high as those of restaurants and roast duck restaurants, mosquito legs are also meat, and Wen Yao will not be too little, so she immediately agreed.

The two agreed and decided to go to Fucheng one day to see if there was a suitable shop.