The next day.
Zhao Muyun woke up in the morning light, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the few strands of black hair scattered on the pillow.
Bai Ruolan was still sleeping curled up in his arms, with a faint girlish scent emanating from her neck, which made him feel extremely at ease.
I can't remember how many rounds I fought with Bai Ruolan.
He only remembered that he and Bai Ruolan fought from the hall to the bedroom last night, leaving behind sweat along the way.
"Sir, Lord Huang requests an audience!"
Li Si's voice came through the door, with a hint of urgency that was deliberately suppressed.
Zhao Muyun kissed Bai Ruolan's eyebrows, slowly pulled his arm out from under her head, and covered her with the quilt.
Bai Ruolan was lazy and tired, and seemed to sense the movement, so she twisted her body and stretched.
A proud, snow-white tower jumped out.
Zhao Muyun admired it briefly and threw the thin brocade robe over to cover it up.
Then he put on his official uniform and combed his hair.
When he opened the door, he had regained his usual cold and majestic appearance.
When he arrived at the meeting hall, Huang Changzheng was pacing back and forth, clutching his sleeves, with dark circles under his eyes.
Seeing Zhao Muyun coming out, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Sir, yesterday Captain Shi and I rushed to Wohugang to protect that acre of golden grass."
"When we got there, we found several people lurking around. When they saw us, they ran away."
Zhao Muyun was shocked: "How is it? That acre of golden grass was not destroyed!"
This is too strange. Not many people know that I came from Shuozhou to Xiazhou to look for golden grass. How could the news leak out so quickly?
He was surprised and stared at Huang Chang.
Sensing Zhao Muyun's doubts, Huang Chang's eyes were full of magnanimity: "Sir, Captain Shi and I arrived just in time, and Captain Shi had left some soldiers to guard the place when he was investigating, so there wasn't any damage."
"Captain Shi pursued those men, captured them all alive, and is currently torturing them."
Zhao Muyun didn't see anything suspicious in Huang Chang's expression. He said seriously, "We must find out why they approached and who ordered them to do so."
"It seems that someone has also set their sights on this golden grass! We must get ahead of them. I will also order Shi Yong to seal off Crouching Tiger Hill."
"As for what we discussed yesterday, do it quickly!"
Huang Chang bowed and said, "I understand."
"Get busy! There can't be any mistakes with the golden grass!"
The morning light climbed up Zhao Muyun's brow bone, casting a sharp shadow under his eyelids.
It was a false alarm!
Looking at Huang Chang's hurriedly leaving back, he suddenly remembered Bai Ruolan's reminder last night when he and Bai Ruolan were cuddling together and chatting after a fierce battle:
"Cigarettes satisfy the needs of ordinary people and soldiers, but they also aim to earn money from high-ranking officials."
"There are ordinary ones, and there are also those that show precious status."
"Those high-ranking officials have plenty of money, but they just have no idea where to spend it!"
The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated, especially a business genius like Bai Ruolan.
Her seemingly casual reminder revealed the importance of category classification in commodity sales.
Image products, high-end products, mainstream products, low-end products, the same product is divided into different categories for different consumer groups.
This is easy!
He curled his lips into a smile, turned around, pulled out a wolf-hair brush from the pen holder on the desk, and wrote the three names: Huang Jinye, Yunyan, and Baisha on the rice paper.
In their previous life in the army, they always tried to steal the special cigarettes provided by the old leader.
They usually smoke cigarettes such as Furongwang, Yunyan and Huanghelou.
Although Zhao Muyun is in the army, he still has a clear understanding of the various cigarettes on the market.
The current flue-cured tobacco technology is not able to achieve flavor segmentation, but they can still be distinguished by name and packaging!
Those dignitaries were given golden leaves, and the name itself smelled of money.
For those who are from a slightly better-off family, we recommend them to smoke Yunyan.
It's like being in a fog, smoking is a feeling.
For ordinary soldiers, let them smoke Baisha, which is strong and affordable.
When Zhao Muyun finished writing the word "Sand", Bai Ruolan's voice came from the inner room:
"Husband, I just dreamed about Jiangnan! I don't know when you will take me to Jiangnan to watch a misty rain."
The tip of the pen stopped at the last stroke of the word "沙", spreading a small ink stain.
Zhao Muyun looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, and suddenly remembered the strength of her fingertips pinching his back when she moaned in his ear last night. That was clearly a passion more intense than the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
"It's almost there, almost there! Once these cigarettes spread throughout Dayin and Li Jingang in Xijing is pacified, I have a feeling we'll definitely go to Jiangnan."
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In the next few days, Zhao Muyun devoted all his energy to the cigarette business.
Huang Chang recruited experienced farmers from Xiazhou to cultivate the land and worked with Zhang Qiang and others to study how to cultivate on a large scale.
Zhang Qiang and others' eyes lit up after they smoked the cigarettes rolled with tobacco that Zhao Muyun had chopped himself.
They didn't expect there was such a way to smoke, which was much more comfortable than smoking directly with tobacco leaves.
When Zhang Qiang heard that Zhao Muyun was going to use them and that they would be mainly responsible for assisting in the cultivation of cigarettes, he was so moved that he burst into tears.
Not only can I survive, I also have an endless supply of cigarettes to smoke and money to earn. How can I not be happy?
Zhang Qiang and others are full of energy.
Bai Ruolan provided the money and Zhao Wen recruited people, and soon they planned a cigarette processing factory near Dejing.
Holding the three cigarette names written by Zhao Muyun, Bai Ruolan coordinated the resources of the Bai family and began to design and produce the packaging.
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