The receipt of two hundred shi of grain that Li Ke sent to Pusan's family was sent back to the Silla Grain Company, saying that it was to be exchanged for 500 shi of bran.
He exchanged his own rice for his own bran. Although Li Pingshun secretly hated the Pusan family's empty-handedness, bran was not valuable compared with grain, so this time he regarded it as recouping some losses.
Wanyan Kang took the exquisite jade plaque given by Mrs. Pusan and returned to Prince Zhao's Mansion.
He didn't take the jade plaque too seriously at the time, thinking that the poem might have appealed to the old lady's taste, so he was happy and just enjoyed some trinkets.
It was only after Pusan Jiujin yelled and screamed for a while after the old lady left that he realized that this turned out to be an important token of the Pusan family.
For decades, Wanyanzhen only gave away three yuan.
This is the third piece.
Wanyan Kang didn't ask about the specific purpose of the first two pieces of money and who he had given them to. As for why the old lady suddenly gave this jade token to him, he actually didn't think much about it.
After returning to the palace, Wan Yankang first went to Jiang'an Xiaozhu to greet Bao's mother and talked about the situation of raising food for disaster relief.
Hearing that her son had actually obtained more than 2,000 stone grains, Mrs. Bao was surprised. She was worried that his son would be acting recklessly outside under the banner of King Zhao again, so he hurriedly asked about the cause and effect.
Wanyan Kang didn't go into details, he just assumed that it was Wanyan Hulan, the princess of Qi Kingdom, and Wanyanzhen, the old lady of the Pusan family who helped.
Mr. Bao was relieved.
Although she lives in seclusion in her mansion and does not interact much with the powerful people in Zhongdu and is not familiar with world affairs, she still knows a little about Wanyanzhen's energy.
The actual helmsman of the Pusan family was also the emperor's elder. If this old man came forward to help raise food, this matter was no longer a problem.
Bao Qinniang chanted the Buddha's name, knelt before the Buddha and recited sutras, and Wanyan Kang left quietly.
For Wanyan Kang, the matter of raising food for disaster relief has come to an end for the time being.
Wanyanhong raised 400 shi, he received 200 shi from Wanyan Hulan, and won 200 shi at the banquet. This time, various grain merchants passively donated another 2,000 shi, for a total of 2,800 shi, which was enough to last for several months.
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So the most urgent thing next is the implementation of the business plan.
He must turn the developed local chicken essence and purified salt into a steady stream of wealth as soon as possible, but how to realize it is indeed a problem.
Returning to his small courtyard, Wanyan Kang sat quietly under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and meditated without saying a word.
Xue Qing quietly handed over a cup of tea and waited aside, not daring to disturb the young master.
He actually wanted to try refining white sugar.
Then I thought about it, the future is long, and introducing too many new things at once may cause trouble for myself.
Just put it aside for now.
Liusu held a book in his hand and skipped in from outside the courtyard. When he saw Wanyan Kang sitting under the tree, he smiled sweetly from a distance and said: "Little prince, Mr. Jian sent someone to bring over a book of poems. The first two chapters are
The first word is your winning order!"
Wanyan Kang was startled, a collection of poems?
Liusu ran over, smiled and handed him the book that still smelled like ink in her hand.
Wanyan Kang took it and flipped through it, and saw that it was a book called "Ranxiang Pavilion Poetry", which had just been published.
After flipping through it, I found that it was not just a collection of poems, but the editor "Ranxiang Pavilion Master"'s comments on dozens of famous current poems.
"Master of Ranxiang Pavilion?"
Wanyan Kang turned to look at Xue Qing: "Is this the master of Ranxiang Pavilion the Princess of Qi Kingdom?"
Xue Qing said humbly: "Yes, little prince, Her Highness Hu Lan calls herself the Master of Ranxiang Pavilion. She publishes a book of poems every year, divided into two volumes, commenting on the excellent poems of the current scholars and literati. She just follows the rules of previous years.
As a rule, this next volume should be released at the end of the year, but I didn’t want it to be so early this year.”
"Her Highness Hu Lan is the first among the ten most talented women in the world. Scholars from Dajin and even Zhou are all proud to be on Her Highness's review list. This time, the young prince alone has two yuan, ranking first and second on the list..."
Xue Qing said with some excitement: "I'm afraid it won't be long before the young prince's talent and fame will spread throughout Henan and Hebei."
A literary magazine edited by a literary youth has no use for such a false reputation...and no royalties are paid!
It’s equivalent to letting everyone in the world go whoring for free!
Wan Yankang immediately lost interest and casually put the book of poems on the desk.
But he suddenly realized something, straightened up and said thoughtfully: "Qing'er, can this book of poetry be sold in the market? How much will it cost?"
Xue Qing nodded: "I'm selling it. Each copy sells for 100 articles. It is said that at least 5,000 copies are printed each time, and they will be sold out soon."
"Oh, Princess Qi is really good at making money..."
"No, Your Highness never makes a profit. All the proceeds from the book sales are donated to the Guanyin Nunnery in the south of the city, and the nunnery is used to provide relief to the widows and widowers in the city."
It's great to do charity.
As expected of Miss Wanyan!
Wanyan Kang secretly praised, clapped his hands, and after thinking for a moment, he cheered up and said with a smile: "Lisu, go and invite Mr. Jian here. I have something to ask him."
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Not long after, Jian Yong came.
"My subordinates pay their respects to the young prince!"
"No need to be polite, Mr. Jian, please sit down."
Xue Qing had already taken a low stool and placed it opposite Wanyan Kang.
How could Jian Yong dare to sit down? He raised his hands and said respectfully: "I don't dare. If the young prince has something to say, please give me your instructions."
"Mr. Jian, last time I heard you said that the Wangfu owned a restaurant in Zhongdu. Did you arrange for someone to run it?"
"Yes. However, the business of the restaurant is not very good. My subordinates are still thinking about whether to close it these days."
"Since business is not good..."
Wanyan Kang paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "How about you leave it to me to run it?"
The young prince wants to open a restaurant?
Jian Yong was shocked, waved his hands repeatedly and said: "How can the young prince, with his noble status, be able to do such lowly chores in the market? He must never do it!"
"If there's anything I can't do, I can't do it myself, so I'll find a professional manager... Oh, the shopkeeper, to manage the business for me."
"this……"
Jian Yong didn't know what Wan Yankang wanted to do, and why he suddenly became interested in running a restaurant.
In just a few days, the little master's tricks changed almost every day, and it became more and more difficult for him to understand.
Jian Yong's eyes fell on the volume of "Poetry of Ranxiang Pavilion" placed on the desk, and he thought of the various rumors about the young prince that had been buzzing in Zhongdu recently. For a moment, his thoughts were confused and mixed together, and he stayed on the spot.
A late bloomer, a decade of hidden clumsiness?
"Mr. Jane?"
"Ah, little prince!"
"How about it? This restaurant is going to be closed anyway if it's not managed well. Why don't you let me give it a try, maybe it can bring it back to life?"
Wan Yankang thought for a while, then waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Jian, I will take over the restaurant and I will bear all the expenses. I will not pay another penny from the house."
He also has a hundred taels of gold and five hundred guan of money on hand, so he feels a bit wealthy for the time being.
Jian Yong sweated on his forehead, rubbed his hands and smiled bitterly: "I don't mean that. It's just that the young prince has taken over the restaurant. If the prince knows about it, I can't afford the punishment."
"When my father comes back, I will tell him that I will never be a drag on Mr. Jian, how about that?"
"..." Jian Yong was speechless, he really didn't know what to say.
"Mr. Jian, since you have no objection, then the matter is settled."
Wanyan Kang spoke very quickly and immediately stood up and walked to the living room without giving Jian Yong a chance to object.
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"My young prince, do you really want to open a restaurant?"
Liusu tilted his little head, with a look of surprise on his face: "But this is business, young prince, do you really understand this?"
"I don't need to understand, as long as someone understands."
Wanyan Kang reached out and touched her bun, but this time she didn't resist too much.
But his eyes were fixed on the colorful pottery glazed jar on the table, which contained the local chicken essence.
It was Wanyan Hulan's compilation of "Ranxiang Pavilion Poetry" that awakened him.
The simplest, most convenient, least eye-catching, and least exposed way to market local chicken essence is to extend and realize its added value.
Just like "Ranxiang Pavilion Poetry Talk", just the poems in it may not necessarily be bought by anyone, but with the addition of Wanyan Hulan's comments, it is different, and it has been a best-seller for several years.
So Wanyan Kang thought of opening a restaurant.
Dishes using chicken essence will definitely be popular among diners, and over time, it will slowly change the dietary structure of this era.
The catering industry already has a profit of at least 40%. If the factor of chicken essence is also taken into account, the profit can be increased by at least another 20%.
This is far more valuable than simply realizing the chicken essence itself.