At first glance, it seems that you have never seen the big world. You have to understand the psychology of rich people, people who can afford to drink a jar of wine for ten dollars..."
Lu Qingqing was a little frightened and looked at her husband with wide eyes. Hua Niang was fascinated by what she heard. This was simply a secret book of merchants. It was so right. Hua Niang hesitated and looked at the wine she ordered.
, I feel a little reluctant to think about smashing it.
"Is it possible to replace it with another jar of wine and smash it? I won't smash this new wine."
Yun Zheng said to Hua Niang with disdain: "Do you still need the integrity of your businessman? How can you smash other wines? Do you know this is deception? If you want to smash it, just smash it. Only the spilled wine will emit.
Only the rich aroma can arouse the desire of the rich to buy and completely arouse their desire to drink. When everyone becomes crazy, basically no one cares about the price of the wine. Those boring people, take
Even if you can break the tea leaves, your face will turn red, don’t forget that this jar of wine is the essence of wine.”
Hua Niang ran away during Yun Zheng's red-faced speech. She had already decided that she would pretend to accidentally smash a jar later, and then raise the price in tears!
Wugou slowly got up from the ground, shook his head and said to Yun Zheng: "It is the sin of a poor monk to deal with you!" After that, he staggered back to his room.
Lu Qingqing felt like a fool. She knew every word her husband said, but after these words were turned into a sentence, she found that she had no idea what he was talking about. Why could she sell a bottle of wine after smashing it?
more money?
Yun Zheng saw that his wife's eyes were beginning to become confused, and he quickly took her hand and said: "You don't have to understand these dirty things, you just need to know that it's not a legitimate way. As a merchant, you just have to deal with it."
Tongxiu pursues the greatest interests, and they are willing to do anything for profit. Just look at Hua Niang and you will know that our family does not get involved in these lousy things. You should just run the silk reeling workshop together with Lanlan and Bacon. Where?
The money earned is clean."
"But it's very little! I've been busy for a month but I haven't made as much money as you did in two days..." Lu Qingqing felt a little aggrieved. When her husband talked about the silk reeling workshop, her eyes turned red: "I'm still very tired. I'm all blue."
I'm so tired that I'm sick, and I can't eat bacon and sleep well. Some of the women in the workshop have worn skin on their shoulders, and some are menstruating and have to do heavy work."
"This is different. You opened a silk reeling workshop and supported hundreds of people. Each of them has a family. This means that you have supported more than a hundred families. Sometimes making money does not depend on how much money you get.
It’s to see if you have contributed to the world. You have helped feed so many people in the Song Dynasty, which is already amazing. I admire your husband very much. Look at these jars of wine, what have you done?
We did all the work while playing. Although we made a lot of money, it was harmful to the country and had no benefit at all. It only allowed those rich people to satisfy their appetites, which was useless, and the silk reeling workshop
There's no way to compare.
My wife is a good woman and a good person. People like your husband and Hua Niang are actually the worms of the Song Dynasty and should be despised. Our family always needs a good person to stand up to us. This person is you, my wife. No
other people."
It is easy to use social economics to deceive his wife. Even if Lu Qingqing is smart, he can't resist the impact of these right and wrong theories from later generations. Lu Qingqing thought hard and realized that it seemed to be true, so he immediately
Tears turned into laughter, and a sense of pride for the country and the people arose spontaneously.
Seeing that his wife was happy, Yun Zheng was also happy. The social economics he had learned finally came into use. This was the first time that he had used such knowledge after leaving school. His hard work was not in vain. Any knowledge can actually be used.
It has its place.
The monkey used a carriage to pull two jars of wine and sent it to Lu Weng. He specifically explained that this wine was too strong and not suitable for the elderly to drink. He just wanted the elderly to have a try. When drinking, it is best to mix it with other wine, otherwise it will
Drunk.
Han Niu also drove the carriage to Mr. Peng Li's house and said the same thing to Mr. Peng Li. However, Yun Zheng basically had no hope. Neither of the two was the kind of person who could listen to other people's advice.
People, I just hope they don’t get too drunk.
When Su Shi arrived at Yun's house, he was limping. After asking, Su Shi burst into tears and said with sobs that he had brought two large bowls of wine to his father last night and planned to honor him.
Knowing that my father was still drunk, I was beaten with a bamboo board by my mother. My buttocks were swollen and painful.
Yun Zheng laughed, and asked Yun Er to take Su Shi to find bacon, and put some wine on Su Shi's butt. It would soon stop hurting, and it would also be cool. This is the secret recipe, which came from Yun Zheng's previous experience.
experience.
After the Yun family's wine was steamed, Yun Zheng used three jars of high-strength wine to steam out some alcohol. This thing should be regarded as alcohol. Anyway, Yun Zheng didn't have the courage to try it with his mouth. No matter how much it was, it was probably still 70 degrees, and
The strong liquor of later generations is almost as strong as a donkey's. This thing is not for people to drink. People who can control this thing must at least have the same good appetite as the donkey.
I found a glazed black porcelain jar and sealed it with wax. If the sealing is not good, it will evaporate and dry out quickly. In that case, all the work will be in vain. I looked at the bark soaked in the water tank and saw every piece.
The bark of the tree was saturated with water. Yun Zheng asked the servants to take out the bark to control the moisture, and put it under the moon to dry in the shade. Tomorrow, he would go to the oil press to start squeezing out all the white juice inside with wooden wedges.
The finished dregs are steamed and squeezed again. After the juice is dried, it becomes gray-brown lumps. Finally, these gray-brown lumps are dissolved in alcohol and filtered repeatedly for more than ten times. Finally, the alcohol is allowed to evaporate, and what is left is
Pure styrax. The styrax produced in this way is much stronger than those made by the big cannibals using their own secret methods, because they do not have alcohol.
Su Shi followed Yun Zheng very seriously to learn how to steam wine, and now he also wanted to learn how to make styrax. Yun Zheng thought of the misfortunes this unlucky boy would have in Huangzhou in the future, and thought there would be no harm in teaching him a little craft first.
This is the most beautiful era, and it is also the worst era. Su Shi, who studied crafts seriously, never imagined that one day he would recite such a tragic song: "I came to Huangzhou, and it has been three years of cold food. I want to cherish spring every year, but spring is gone.
No need to pity it. This year the rain has been bitter again, and the moon and autumn are bleak. I lie down and smell the begonia flowers, and the muddy swallows are covered with snow. I carry it secretly, and I am really strong in the middle of the night. What a sick young man, the disease has already started to turn white."
The second said: "The spring river is about to enter the house, but the rain keeps coming. The hut is like a fishing boat, in the misty water clouds. Cold vegetables are cooked in the empty kitchen, and wet reeds are burned in the broken stove. I know it is cold food, but I see a bird holding a piece of paper. Junmen is nine deep,
The tomb is thousands of miles away. It is also possible to cry and be poor, and the ashes cannot be blown away."
This is the famous "Han Shi Tie". Yun Zheng doesn't want this young boy to take this path again. It's too miserable and heartless. (To be continued)