Wu Tuzi personally escorted Su Ren and Su Ren down the mountain, and even held Su Ren's hand. Su Ren was not used to being held by a big man. He frowned and shook it off several times before shaking it off, and then moved away.
He pulled Hawking over and placed him between the two of them. The confused Hawking giggled.
"Su County Assistant, if this can be done, I, Wu Tuzi, will be your bull and horse for the rest of my life."
"The village leader's words are serious." Seeing Wu Baldy reaching out his hand again, Su Ren quickly handed over his hand: "The village master, stay here, I will prepare immediately when I get back. All heroes are just waiting for the good news. After this first time, things will be much easier in the future. These days
You should also make a lot of preparations and strive for us to hit the ground running."
He hurriedly rolled down Shuangzui Mountain as if running away, and didn't stop until he couldn't see the two peaks.
Unexpectedly, after Wu Tuzi and Gou Tianming talked for a while, they would immediately become like that. Could it be that there was a lack of women in the village, and Wu Tuzi was frustrated. Thinking of this, Su Ren not only shuddered.
"Brother, are you okay?" Huo Jin saw that Su Ren kept looking back, so he also looked back and asked.
Su Ren shook his head: "It's okay, Shuangzuishan will send you here from now on, remember not to ruin the reputation of our Laojun Temple!"
Huo Jin was overjoyed and nodded quickly. Whether in the eyes of others or in his own heart, Huo Jin felt that he was still a child. Running around with Su Ren was just for the sake of freshness. In addition, Su Ren was not like Huo Laosi and his wife who used the words of their elders.
Talking to Hawking in a tone that made Hawking feel comfortable. Unexpectedly, today, Su Ren actually handed over the matter of contacting Shuangzuishan to him. Hawking felt that he had grown up in an instant.
"real!"
Su Ren nodded, with a wicked smile on his face: "You have to work hard. If you do well, you will be rewarded heavily. If you don't do well, don't blame me for being rude."
"Don't worry, brother, I will work hard and make sure these bandits don't have the slightest idea about our Lao Jun Guan."
When we returned to Laojun Temple, it was already the second day. So many things happened in the two Laojun Temples. The doors were closed to thank guests and no business was done, which made the kind-hearted salt merchants who came from other places anxious.
.If Laojun Guan doesn’t open the door for one day, they will suffer a day’s loss. Many people leave because they can’t wait any longer.
Cui Jiuming, a salt merchant from Zitong, was obscenely fat. He was sitting in the wine and meat shop opposite Laojun Temple. His body of fat just filled an imperial chair. He raised his hand to drink a glass, shook his head and sighed: "I heard that this time
What Laojun noticed was not a big deal and almost killed someone. I don’t know if those bandits are still nearby. If I still can’t get salt today, I’m going to go back to Zitong.”
"That's what you said yesterday." Cui Jiuming and Zhao Ping, who is sitting opposite him, are acquaintances. Zhao Ping is a salt merchant from Chengdu. Both of them are big local salt merchants, so they talk much more casually.
.As he spoke, he leaned forward and looked around: "Have you heard that the old man who came that day was Wen Dang, the prefect of Shu County? I heard that Su Ren had donated the method of making salt and it was no longer needed.
How long will it take for this bowl of rice to become unpalatable?"
"Really!?" Zheng Guichou on the side came from Jiangzhou. He originally expected to bring back more bag salt this time and expand his business outside Sichuan, but he didn't expect that something went wrong like this.
"Of course it's true. Who doesn't know the prefect in Chengdu? When I saw him that day, I felt familiar. I didn't expect it to be him."
"So, this time may be our last." Cui Jiuming was also worried. The quality of cloth bag salt is high and the price is not expensive. They can get at least half of the profit back. If the imperial court really starts to produce this salt on a large scale,
Planting bag salt will definitely have a big impact on them.
Zhao Ping waved to the two of them, bringing their heads closer, and lowered his voice: "I also heard that the bandits from Shuangzui Mountain who were punished by Laojun this time were also here for this method of making salt.
It seems to have something to do with the government."
Zhao Ping said the word "government" very softly, almost with his throat. But these two words were particularly loud in the ears of Cui Jiuming and Zheng Guichou. Being able to trade official salt means a lot to the government and the mountains.
You can know more or less everything that happens between bandits. But colluding with bandits for other people's secrets is looked down upon in the eyes of everyone.
I don’t know where Zhao Ping got this kind of inside information. Anyway, judging from how conclusive he was, even if he wasn’t, they still have to pay attention. Cui Jiuming and Zheng Guichou secretly thought about how much more they could get this time.
Just add as much salt as you need. It's hard to say whether this prosperous Laojun Temple can open again tomorrow. Maybe this time will be their last.
The waiter came over to refill the drinks for several people, which shocked the three people who were silent in their own thoughts. Zheng Guichou quickly waved his hand to let the waiter go away, stood up, took out some money, threw it on the table, and gave it to Cui Jiuming
He clasped his fists with Zhao Ping and said, "I'll forgive you, I just remembered that I still have some unfinished business that I need to deal with. Today's meal is mine, so I'll take my leave!"
Zhao Ping followed closely and said goodbye. Cui Jiuming was the only one stuck on the Eight Immortals table. Looking at the backs of the two of them, Cui Jiuming raised his neck and drank three large glasses in a row: "Fuck it all."
A good thing. When something good happens, everyone rushes to rush up. Now something bad happens. Each one runs faster than the other. Grandpa doesn't believe in this evil. The person who can make a bag of salt can't even deal with this. Give it to Grandpa.
Another glass of wine."
The door of Laojun Temple suddenly opened. Hawking poked his head out of the door and saw the big fat man in the wine and meat shop opposite. Cui Jiuming also happened to raise his head, and the two looked at each other. Hawking didn't know Cui Jiuming, Cui Jiuming
But I know Hawking. It’s hard not to recognize this kid who hangs around Laojun Temple with a spear and a dozen kids all day long.
Cui Jiuming was a little confused when he saw Hawking waving to him. He looked around and saw that he was the only one in the store. The road was also deserted. With a smile on his face, he pointed at himself. Hawking nodded quickly and waved for Cui Jiuming to come over. Cui Jiuming
Somewhat flattered, he quickly stood up, but he forgot that he was too fat. When he stood up, he even brought up the master's chair. This made Hawking laugh out loud.
Before Cui Jiuming could speak, Hawking suddenly opened the door and pulled Cui Jiuming. Cui Jiuming staggered and plunged into Laojun Temple, almost falling. Before he could stand still, he heard the sound of the door closing behind him.
"Little brother, what, what's going on?" This is the front yard of Laojun Temple. Usually, Salt is distributed here, and Cui Jiuming has also come in. But today, I feel a little uncomfortable standing here alone.
.
"Good thing! Don't worry, it's my elder brother who is looking for you and wants to negotiate a big deal with you."
"Big deal?" Huo Jin walked in front, and Cui Jiuming trotted behind: "Is it salt? As long as Su County Zuo is willing, I will cover all the salt you have here at the original price. No, add another dollar."
, how about four yuan per catty?"
Huo Jin didn't say anything, but just took Cui Jiuming to the backyard. Under a big locust tree in the backyard, there were a group of men and women. There was Huo Laosi who was in charge, Leng Yue who was keeping accounts, Hu Ji who was making coarse salt, and processing.
The Huo Qian family who sells cloth-bag salt, and even the little girl Huo Zhilan who used to sell big bowls of tea outside, and the cold Taoist priest who never smiled. These people, headed by Su Ren, sat around a table of the Eight Immortals.
Cui Jiuming was unsure. His small eyes kept scanning the faces of several people, but he did not dare to look at Leng Jun and Su Ren.
"If I guess correctly, you are Cui Jiuming, the salt merchant from Zitong, right?" Su Ren looked at this man for a long time, put away his serious face, and put a smile on his lips: "Move Mr. Cui's chair, we have business.
Want to talk."
The winter in the south is also a bit cold, but Cui Jiuming was sweating profusely. He sat down on the chair tremblingly and raised his hands to Su Renyi: "I wonder what Su County Zuo Zhao is doing here?"
"Business, of course, is business! In the future, I plan to distribute my salt to one company. If others want to get salt, they can only go to that one company."
Upon hearing this, Cui Jiuming swallowed unconsciously. Although Su Ren dedicated the method of making salt to the court, who knows when the court will come up with it. Even if the court made cloth bag salt, after layers of exploitation,
After that, even if the quality is not reduced, the price will definitely go up. Therefore, although the profit from buying salt from Su Ren is a little less, it is much better than the real official salt.
"I wonder which company Su County Assistant is going to give the distribution of this bag of salt to?" Cui Jiuming asked very carefully, for fear that Su Ren would say something he didn't want to hear.
"I have closed my doors these days just to see who is really willing to do business with me. Originally, I was optimistic about three companies, but just now, I changed my mind."
Cui Jiuming took a long breath, and was about to scream with excitement. Fortunately, he didn't leave just now, otherwise, hehe, those two idiots. It seems that the general distributor of cloth bag salt fell on his head.
"I'm going to leave the general distribution business to Mr. Cui, I don't know..."
"Okay, okay, I will do my best!" The flesh on Cui Jiuming's face was trembling. If he were not stared at by so many people, it would be possible for him to dance with joy.
"But I have a condition. Although it is said to be a condition, it is not really a condition."
"Su County Assistant, please tell me, as long as it can be done, we will do it."
"That's right, the salt business is on track. Mr. Cui is now the general distributor, so I'm planning to get involved in other things, such as silk, pottery, and even grass. As long as it's something produced by my big man, the goods will definitely
It should be good, the price should be fair, and it should be goods that are easy to transport and store."
Cui Jiuming had a strange feeling. He stopped making good cloth bag salt and wanted to sell these unprofitable things. I wonder what was going on in Su County Assistant's mind? But Su Ren just gave him a
Surprise, I can only listen to it at this time.
"I'm going to do this. Mr. Cui will take the salt from me. Half of it will be paid in copper coins or gold and silver, and the other half will be asked to ask Mr. Cui to buy some goods for me. Of course, I can afford the transportation back and forth."
"No, no, Su County Assistant, you're welcome. I also need vehicles to transport salt back and forth. Since Su County Assistant needs these goods, I will do my best." Although Cui Jiuming is fat, he is not stupid. He seems to have realized something from this.
