There was a plate of barbecue in front of everyone, and everyone was turning and wiping it with small wooden tubes in their hands, looking like they were enjoying it.
He felt that he couldn't be too unconventional, so he looked around and twisted the roasted meat a few times.
Watching the fine powder fall on it, I happily rubbed it twice with my fingers, then put my fingers into my mouth and sipped twice. It smelled so good.
A look of enjoyment.
He turned around and saw the young master looking at him with a look of disgust. He smiled and handed the meat over: "Young master, you eat."
Mu Yan tilted his head in disgust, twisted the grinding barrel very gracefully, then used his dagger to spread the pepper and salt evenly, cut a piece with the dagger, and then used the tip of the dagger to fork it into his mouth.
The young master just looks good when he eats. Just looking at him makes him full. But what’s the use of looking good? Can it make you feel fuller? The meat must be delicious.
I forked another piece and put it in my mouth. I felt that the meat tonight was especially delicious.
"When we came to the north, there was no such thing in Beijing. When did it appear?"
"I haven't finished the pepper that was distributed to my family last year. Why don't I ask my family to send some? I won't eat it even if I keep it at home. Why don't we eat meat like this and eat it with sprinklings like this?"
"I also have some pepper left at home. I also wrote a letter to my family and asked them to send it along with the letter."
Several generals were discussing grinding tubes and pepper, and Mu Yan's expression changed.
When I got back to the tent, I spread out the paper and wrote a letter.
Kan Er leaned over and took a look, "Isn't it written for Madam... written for Miss Huo?"
Mu Yan glared at him, somewhat confused.
Li Yi pulled him and scolded him for being stupid.
He said: "I asked about the grinding cylinder. It was purchased by the quartermaster from the Guangfeng Water Shop in Peking. Everyone said today that they would send letters home and send pepper. So, is there still business in Guangfeng Water? This cylinder can be made It's so delicate, and the blades inside are all made of iron. Use it carefully, and I'm afraid it will last for many years. I'm afraid Guangfeng Water will lose some business."
Kan Er said, "Master, do you want to write a letter to Mrs. Huo to remind her?"
Mu Yan looked a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know why he wanted to write her a letter.
She cleared her throat and said something for herself: "I still have 20% of Guangfeng Shui's dry stock. If she makes less, doesn't it mean that I also have less money?"
"Ah, yes, you can't miss the young master's money. There is a bottomless pit in the southwest, just waiting to reach out to the young master."
After Kan Er finished speaking, he turned around and went to polish Mu Yan's ink, urging him to write faster so that he could send it out as soon as possible. He looked like a dog-legger.
Li Yi looked at the young master and smiled.
As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over this year, the young master has turned eighteen. Nineteen is the age to have a baby.
The next day, Mu Yan let Li mail the letter and turned around to go to the big account for duty.
He turned around and saw Zhang Fuzheng instructing the messenger to send a letter for him. After thinking about it, he moved over there.
"I have met the Marquis of Xincheng."
"It's the young Marquis."
"The Marquis of Xincheng is joking. I am just the eldest heir now. Just call the boy by his name. Is the Marquis sending a letter home?"
Zhang Fu smiled and nodded, watched the courier go away, and walked back with Mu Yan.
"I went to the battlefield with your grandfather and your father. Both of them were not afraid of life and death and led the army into battle. They were rare good generals in our Wei Dynasty. It is a pity that they died young."
He looked at Mu Bin next to him. He was young. I heard that Wen Tao was quite outstanding in martial arts. Given time, his achievements would definitely not be inferior to those of his father and ancestors.
David Chao was afraid that he could get another good general, and he felt happy in his heart.
"Who doesn't know that Duke Rong Guo and Marquis Xincheng, father and son, are brave and adept at fighting, wise and courageous. Bin, I admire them very much."
The two complimented each other a few words.
Seeing his happy expression, Mu Yan suddenly said: "I heard from my shopkeeper in Sichuan that I had seen the former Imperial Academy Jijiu Master in Shangyong before. Seeing that he was old, he even went to dig ditches and build dams himself. The young man in the family All the men are not immune. The whole family is not fully clothed, which is really deplorable."
Mu Yan had already walked away, but Zhang Fu still stayed where he was, as if he was being pinned down.
He had people send things to his father-in-law's family every year and festival, and he also sent a lot of money. How come the family was still naked? Didn't his father-in-law use money to do the work?
When Huo Xi received the letter from Mu Yan, he really didn't expect that the pepper tubes she had sent to the north were sold to the military camp instead of selling them further north.
After reading this, he quickly called Shen Qianzhong over to discuss the matter.
"Soon, the grinding cylinder should be made in Beijing. This is our business, and we can't let others get the first step." Shen Qianzhong was a little anxious when he heard the news.
"Has all the pepper circulating on the market been withdrawn?"
"I've collected it, but there is still a warehouse at the Shipping Department, and various merchants who go to sea may have a lot of them." There is no way to collect them all.
"It's okay. I just need to take back most of the ones circulating on the market. Let's make arrangements immediately to put grinding cylinders in our two shops."
After hearing this, Shen Qianzhong hurriedly made arrangements.
Sure enough, not long after Guangfeng Shuicai put the grinding cylinder on the shelves, there were imitations in Beijing.
However, there was a large amount of pepper stored in the Guangfeng reservoir, and they had already made the grinding barrel first, so no one else could sell it.
It has been bombarded since it was put on the shelves, and the sales are very good. The imitation version only contained pepper at first. When I saw that Guangfeng Shui also sold pepper grinding tubes and pepper and salt, I followed suit.
It also took away some business. However, due to insufficient supply, it did not have much impact on Guangfeng Water’s business.
By the end of December, Shen Qianzhong excitedly brought over the account book and said, "People from Ningbo have snapped up a lot of it. It's actually sold out. Businessmen from Nanyang are also rushing to buy it."
"Businessmen from Southeast Asia may be interested in grinding barrels instead of pepper."
"Yes, it seems that this grinding cylinder will also appear overseas."
Huo Xi was not worried. She was content to be able to make this wave of money earlier. Looking through her account book, she found that she had made a lot of money by selling pepper and grinding tubes. It also promoted Jingzhong Pepper. It went back up to six yuan a pound.
When your wallet is bulging, you will naturally be happy.
In mid-December, shopkeepers from various places came to Beijing one after another.
It’s time to take stock of the year again.
This year Huo Xi directly became a big businessman from a small business owner. Although she bought a lot of properties in the north this year, because Yang Fu went to Japan last year and sold pepper and sugar this year, Huo Xi suddenly became a big business owner. A wealthy businessman from Jiangnan.
congratulations.
I was so happy that she kept a high profile for several days.
Shopkeeper Shen was instructed to send thick red envelopes to each shopkeeper, and also sent out a wave of New Year gifts to the female craftsmen in the two workshops. The servants in the family also received rewards and gifts, which made them happy. The tooth cannot be seen.
"Grandma, grandma, look, Huzi got it!" Huzi hugged a bunch of things and trotted to find Mrs. Li without being able to see the road.
Mrs. Li took it with a smile, carefully put away the one tael of silver that Hu Zi gave her, and touched the two pieces of cloth: "Grandma has also given out cloth. Our grandparents and grandchildren will not be short of new clothes this year."
Mrs. Li felt as if she had drunk honey.
Unexpectedly, her grandson would not only go to school, but also learn Kung Fu from her. He would also get coins for doing small jobs in the workshop. She finally didn’t have to worry about Hu Zi’s life being unstable after she left.
On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Yang Fu, who had been waiting for seven or eight months, finally arrived in Beijing safely.