Although Li Shan was confused all the way from Xiabo to the south that day, Ling Jing and Wei Zheng had the same understanding. This was a young man with a long-term vision and very accurate judgment of the future situation.
Ling Jing asked softly: "Turk?"
Li Shan hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly, "Buying grain and rice is firstly for emergencies and secondly for satiety... As long as it is stored properly, at least it will not cause any harm."
Historically, after the Xuanwumen Incident, Li Shimin ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, but the Turkic cavalry immediately went south and approached Chang'an. In the end, Li Shimin had to sign the Weishui Alliance.
This proves that the Turks are likely to enter the Guannai Road and even Jingzhao in the next few years. At least they have such ability.
What's more, Li Shan only remembered the Weishui Alliance. Before that, had the Turkic army made a large-scale invasion?
The destruction of the Turks in the Tang Dynasty was largely due to climate reasons, which shows that the Turks are likely to frequently go south to plunder in recent years.
As long as the Turks move south, whether they are attacking the Guannai Road or the Hedong Road, there will be a lot of mourning. The refugees will go south, and the price of food will definitely skyrocket. At this time, it is not a bad thing to save more food and rice.
Moreover, Li Shan vaguely remembered that Li Shimin ascended the throne due to the Xuanwumen mutiny, and soon afterwards there was a locust plague. Even Beijing was in danger of food shortages, and Li Shimin was in a hurry.
Zhu Wei smiled bitterly and said: "I also know what Da Lang means, but now I really can't come up with money... Or hire young people with grain and rice?"
"Absolutely not!" The person who objected this time was Ling Jing, "There is so much grain and rice hidden in Dongshan Temple. Once the news is leaked, I am afraid that bandits will spy frequently. Once civil unrest breaks out, no matter how benevolent and powerful Dingfang is, he will not be able to deal with it.
"
Ma Zhou sneered at the side: "Uncle Qi, Uncle Ling, you better not bother yourself... Huairen probably already has an idea..."
Sensing the displeased looks from Zhu Wei and Ling Jing, Li Shan smiled and opened the door, "Xiaoman, bring the box delivered today."
After a while, Xiaoman came in carrying an antique box, followed by the speaker who had not yet wiped off the grease on his lips.
Li Shan smiled and beckoned the debater over, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.
Li Shan carefully opened the box, and there were two clay pots inside. The inside of the box was covered with soft cloth, and two openings were cleverly placed at the bottom of the box, which just caught the two clay pots.
The clay pot is slightly slender, white and smooth, and looks quite pleasing.
"Pure white and flawless, a bit like the torture kiln in Xingzhou." Ling Jing was a little surprised, "If you sell the torture kiln in Chang'an, you might lose money."
Li Shan was a little surprised. Xing Kiln, one of the five famous kilns, would lose money if it was sold in Chang'an?
In fact, he himself didn't know that the so-called Xing Kiln among the five famous kilns generally refers to the Song Dynasty. The Xing Kiln of the Tang Dynasty was in its early stage and was not very famous. If Ling Jing hadn't spent a long time in Xingzhou,
, may not even know.
"What's in this?" Ma Zhou picked up a jar, shook it, pulled out the stopper, smelled it, slapped the table and shouted, "What a fragrant wine!"
Ling Jing glanced at the bottle, and there was a line on it, "It's going to snow late... What does this mean?"
Ma Zhou pointed to the jar in his hand, "This bottle is... enough to drink one cup."
"It's snowing in the evening, how can I have a drink?" Ling Jing smacked his lips, "This poem is quite interesting, and it coincides with the heavy snowfall at this time."
Ma Zhou was an alcoholic. He couldn't help but take a big sip after smelling the aroma of wine... Then his cheeks turned red and he coughed loudly, which made his nose and tears come out. He was still shouting, "Good wine" while feeling dizzy.
, what a great wine!”
Deserve it!
Li Shan was gloating on the sidelines. He had spent several days purifying this. The alcohol was very strong, so it was okay to take a small sip. Such a big sip, unless you have two kilograms of it.
Bianji approached curiously, and Li Shan quickly pulled him back, "I want to taste everything I encounter. This habit..."
"As a gift during the New Year?" Ling Jing took a sip from a cup and said with a smile, "And then sell it in the East and West markets?"
Zhu Wei took a big sip and coughed a few times, "The wine is as strong as fire, so it will definitely be sold... But using a white can as a drinking vessel will cost a lot."
"He used these to give gifts. If he were to sell them, he would not use these clay pots." Ling Jing said with a smile: "And it happens to be able to use the grain and rice hidden in Dongshan Temple. Huairen must have been planning for a long time."
Li Shan made a shy look, but unfortunately it didn't look like that. "There are several kilns in the west of Chang'an City. The pottery pots used as gifts are expensive. When they are sold, they will naturally be replaced with cheaper ones."
"Send a box to each place. Li Demou, Wang Renbiao, etc. can help, and Ling Bo should also help.
Ling Jing sneered and said: "Li of Longxi, King of Taiyuan, Du of Jingzhao, Qinghe Fang, Changsun of Luoyang, Zhang of Wucheng, Liu Zao of Jing, and even worse, there are the King of Huaiyang, the Minister of Zhongshu, I am a poor scholar, there is nothing I can do."
"Ling Bo will enter Tiance Mansion a year or so ago..." Li Shanqian smiled and said, "This is just a gift."
Ling Jing's chest felt tight and he stared. He turned around and looked at the two white clay pots on the table with interest. The bottles were slightly slender and plum-shaped. Below them was a poem written in small regular letters. Two
The clay pots are put together. It's snowing in the evening. Can I drink a cup?
Zhu Wei smiled and asked: "Dalang, do you have the complete poem?"
"Green ants have newly fermented wine, a small red clay stove, it's snowing in the evening, how can I drink a cup?" Li Shan smiled and said: "This wine is as clear as water, no need to drink it hot, so the first two sentences are not applicable."
The purified liquor no longer has the greenish color and fine ant-like lees foam, and it does not need to be slightly heated like rice wine or old wine.
Li Shan finally chose to improve the brewing process to make money, which was really a helpless move.
There is no way. There is no patent law in this era. It is too easy to get business stolen by getting some furniture that is more in line with the times. But Li Shan doesn't want to do any business without technical barriers.
It happened that Dongshan Temple had a large amount of rice stored in it, and Liu Dongben, whom Li Shan brought from Changlepo that day, had improved the wine-making method. Li Shan only needed to purify it.
And if someone discovers that Zhujiagou has been buying grain and rice in the future, this will also be an excuse.
However, selling wine requires skill. There are many wine shops in Chang'an City, and the taste is very different. However, the wine in Dongshan Restaurant is more expensive than other wine shops, and the supply exceeds the demand.
It's nothing more than supporting facilities, dishes, etc., so Li Shancai came up with a vain thing.
Zhu Wei asked curiously: "Dalang, did you write this poem?"
"Of course not." Ling Jing said with a half-smile, "Huairen just listened to what others did in Lingnan and took note of it."
Li Shan smiled and nodded, "I just listened to people reciting casually..."
Bianji, who was nestled in Li Shan's arms, suddenly asked curiously: "Dalang, didn't you say it doesn't snow in Lingnan?"
Li Shan blinked and was speechless.
Wocao, what a mistake!
And I forgot about the character of this little monk, there are a hundred thousand whys!