"So, today's orders include more than 2.3 million pencils and more than 4,000 notebooks?"
After hearing this, Muchuan couldn't help but feel a little happy.
The cost of pencils is extremely low. After all, graphite is just a by-product of coal mining, and it is basically a waste.
On the contrary, the profit of notebooks is relatively low, after all, the price of waterproof fabric is not low at all.
Of course, Muchuan's purpose of launching notebooks was not to make money, but to pave the way for newspapers. These are things for later and will not be discussed here for now.
Perhaps just looking at the income from this day, it is not too much. Even if the deposit and full payment are added together, it is less than 30,000 taels.
But you should know that the production volume of pencils is huge, and they are also consumables.
As long as it is popularized throughout the country and even the world, I am afraid that the annual income from optical pencils will be equal to the total income of a country.
Di Renjie also looked excited, "Teacher, you are really amazing. You made tens of thousands of taels of silver so easily!"
Hearing this, Muchuan smiled and shook his head, "Huaiying, you are young after all, and your scope is too small."
"ah?"
Di Renjie was a little confused. Is it possible that the teacher didn't pay attention to this income of ten thousand taels a day?
How did he know that when Longliqi was at his peak, he would earn hundreds of thousands of taels in one day.
Of course, there is a special reason for that. Without Miss Li's assistance, the purchasing power of ordinary people alone would never be able to reach this level.
Muchuan couldn't help but think of this lively and lovely girl Li.
Speaking of which, I haven't seen Miss Li since I returned to Chang'an.
Muchuan couldn't help feeling a little sad, I'm afraid people have forgotten me long ago.
How can a relative of the emperor value a small number one scholar?
At the same moment, deep in the palace.
Li Lizhi held Jiao'er's hand and listened to Jiao'er's story very seriously.
"Mu Chuan is really amazing. He developed such a powerful baby right after he came back."
Looking at the words on the notebook, Li Lizhi looked at the pencil in her hand and couldn't help but admire it.
Jiao'er said: "Princess, we've finished talking about Mr. Mu. It's time for you to get down to business now, right?"
Li Lizhi shook her head and said with a disappointed look on her face: "Okay, you tell me."
"The Empress asked you to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion with her tomorrow. I heard that Mr. Changsun Chong was missing at sea. The Prime Minister has been in grief for the past few days. He has lost weight a lot without thinking about food or tea."
Hearing this, Li Lizhi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
She grabbed Jiao'er and said in surprise: "You said Changsun Chong was missing? Or was he at sea? Isn't that true?"
Jiaoer nodded nervously, but her mouth was closed tightly.
The news that Changsun Chong might be dead had spread wildly in the palace, but as a maid, she did not dare to speak nonsense in front of her master.
Especially this master is Changsun Chong's cousin.
Li Lizhi was stunned for a long time. It was not that she was sad for Changsun Chong, but she suddenly thought of Muchuan.
Everyone in Chang'an knows that Muchuan and Changsun Chong can't deal with each other.
Is it possible that Changsun Chong's disappearance is related to Muchuan?
Thinking of this, Li Lizhi's face turned pale.
If this were true, Muchuan would not even be able to save his life, let alone marry her.
Muchuan, this matter has nothing to do with you.
"This matter definitely has something to do with Muchuan!"
Changsun Wuji smashed the furnishings in the room crazily, while his wife collapsed on the side, crying so hard.
"How could Chong'er disappear? It was definitely Chong'er who was killed by Muchuan and then made up such a lie full of loopholes!"
Changsun Wuji gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he was obviously extremely angry.
He had children in his old age, and only Changsun Chong was the only one.
But now that this single seedling is gone, how can he not be angry?
"Master! Kill this Muchuan! You must kill him to avenge Chong'er!"
The lady was crying bitterly, and the sound made Changsun Wuji feel even more irritable.
Changsun Wuji took a deep breath and calmed down a little.
He looked at his wife and said coldly: "Mu Chuan will definitely die, but this matter should not be rushed."
"Your son was killed, and you can still bear it!"
The lady crawled to Changsun Wuji, crying and hitting Changsun Wuji.
Changsun Wuji grabbed his wife's arm and frowned.
"Mu Chuan has just made great achievements, and His Majesty loves him very much. If we kill him now, it will undoubtedly be against the Holy Will."
"Madam, please bear with me for now. I am also the prime minister after all. If I want to kill a young minister, I will have plenty of opportunities in the future."
Changsun Wuji is not an ordinary person, and he can endure things that ordinary people cannot endure.
Even in the pain of losing his only child, he can still remain rational in his rage.
Muchuan, let me make you happy for a few days first!
Muchuan was very happy. In just three days, most of the progress of the steam engine was completed.
For the past three days, Muchuan has been eating and drinking in the workshop, barely living here.
From this, it can be seen that Muchuan attaches great importance to steam engines.
It was night, Muchuan was returning from the workshop, but he met a carriage on the road.
Seeing the sign on the carriage, Muchuan couldn't help but have a headache. He didn't expect to meet this person here.
Changsun Wuji!
Muchuan pretended not to see it and planned to go around directly, but the other party did not intend to let him go.
A guard stopped Muchuan directly.
"Oh? I wonder what the Prime Minister wants?"
Muchuan ignored the guards and looked directly at the carriage.
He knew very well that this designation was Changsun Wuji's signal.
The curtains of the carriage were opened, revealing Changsun Wuji's face.
Under the night, the face that was originally a bit gloomy looked particularly cold at this moment.
"Shilang Mu, is it true that my son's disappearance has nothing to do with you?"
Hearing this, Muchuan smiled faintly, but shook his head, and said with a hint of pity: "Master Prime Minister, I know your pain of losing your son. The precious young master did indeed escape by boat, but he doesn't seem to understand the rules of the boat.
, lost in the sea.”
"Speaking of which," Muchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "When the ship entered the water, it seems to be related to the people in your house."
bass!
"Stop talking nonsense!"
In an instant, all the guards present drew their swords and glared at Muchuan.
Muchuan smiled and said nothing, but he was not worried at all.
Did Changsun Wuji want to kill him? He definitely wanted to kill him, but he would never do it blatantly in front of everyone.
As expected, Changsun Wuji waved his hand and ordered everyone to put away their weapons.
He glanced deeply at Muchuan, "Mu Chuan, I underestimated you earlier."
"I will ask you for advice in the future."
Muchuan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "As for the Prime Minister, I should be the one asking you for advice."
Changsun Wuji closed the curtains and no longer wanted to talk nonsense to Muchuan.
Seeing the carriage go away, the smile on Muchuan's face slowly disappeared.
It seems that he will face endless revenge from Changsun Wuji in the future.
The prime minister's anger is probably second only to that of the emperor.
