Silence fell. The three looked at Han Wenjing for help. Han Wenjing knew there was no other way and coughed twice. "Major General, you're good at getting us to deploy troops and transport food, but making money from business is really difficult."
"Yes, young general, I hope you can sympathize with us scholars."
Xu Shaoxuan said it even more bluntly: "If you knew how to do business and make money, why would you bury yourself in study? Like the big landlord in our village, you spent a thousand taels of silver to donate to get an official position, at least you are an official."
Lin Pingyu agreed, his feather fan covering half of his face. "That's right, that's right. We're still commoners now!"
Xing Lie glanced at them and asked, "What on earth do you want to say?"
Han Wenjing said, "Major General, I think we should find someone who can make money for us."
Xing Lie glanced at them speechlessly. "If it were that easy to find, why would my father have to sell off my mother's dowry? What happened to those merchants who promised to come to Huangmo Pass to do business? They packed up and left before they even stayed for three months, taking away the thirty taels of silver my father gave them as start-up capital."
Speaking of this, Xu Shaoxuan and others were also very angry: "These bastards had better not let our Xing family army catch them, otherwise they will be thrown into the slave area without negotiation."
The slave area is where the slaves captured by the Xing family army are. They are shackled every day and forced to open up wasteland and farm the land. They eat moldy steamed buns and drink dirty muddy water. Their main job is to become a fast-moving consumer product. When they die, they die. People applaud the death of this alien race who attempted to occupy Huangmo Pass.
At this moment, there was a knock on the study door. Xing Lie was in a bad mood at the moment and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"
The soldier outside said, "Major General, it's time for lunch."
Xing Lie breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his voice: "Bring it in, and ask the kitchen to add more dishes. The four staff members will also eat here today."
"Yes." Soon the soldier brought four more dishes from the Fire Head Camp. The generals and soldiers with high ranks in the Fire Head Camp ate separately.
Don't think the Xing Family Army's generals can eat well. It's not like that! The Xing Family Army is poor from top to bottom. Now General Xing has to rely on his wife for help when he is hungry. The staff can only fill their stomachs at best.
As usual, there are salted meat and salted fish in the military camp. The fish in Huangmo River have become more clever than monkeys because of the fishing and fishing by the foreign tribes on the other side of the river and the people of Huangmo Pass on this side. When they see people coming, they immediately sink to the bottom of the lake. It is getting harder and harder to catch them. Now they can only survive in the winter ice. The soldiers in the Huotou Camp specially burn a hole to let them come out to breathe.
It is also a meat dish.
The generals were each given five slices of fat and a palm-sized piece of fish. These two were the two meat dishes, and the other two vegetable dishes were pickles and another dish that had never been seen before.
"Hey? What kind of dish is this?" Xu Shaoxuan curiously picked it up with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew. The roots were tender and the hard parts tasted like beans. The key point was that they were fresh, not pickled vegetables.
Even though Huotouying's cooking skills remain the same as before, being able to eat such fresh and tender vegetables in winter was something we could never have imagined in the past.
Han Wenjing also took a chopstick and put it into his mouth: "Oh, it tastes good!"
As he spoke, he picked up another piece. Seeing that they were so eager to eat, Xing Lie immediately picked up his chopsticks and joined in the battle. Men have big appetites to begin with, and Chen Zhidong and Lin Pingyu joined in and finished the food on the plate in a few bites.
They covered their full stomachs and wiped the corners of their mouths with a handkerchief, preserving the last bit of literary elegance, as if the vicious dog pouncing on its prey just now was not theirs.
"Huangmo Pass is covered in ice and snow, how can we find such fresh dishes?"
"I guess it was made by the vegetable farmers."
"Oh, never mind that. Let's study and see what business opportunities we can find in Huangmo Pass..."
In fact, some people are really not suitable for... doing business.
Bean sprouts became extremely popular in Huangmoguan within just two days. Before Lin Changtai, Lin Zicheng and others could even warm the warm silver money in their arms, they were asked by the clan leader whether they would continue to do it.
Is this even worth considering? Of course we have to keep going!
How easy and hearty it was to make money! A pound of soybeans cost five wen, and that pound could produce ten to twelve pounds of bean sprouts, each of which could be sold for two wen. Let's take the lowest-priced ten pounds of sprouts, for example. Ten pounds would make twenty wen. After deducting the initial investment, the profit from each pound would be a full fifteen wen, so ten pounds would make a hundred and fifty wen!
If you can get a large order of one thousand or two thousand kilograms like the patriarch, you can earn two or three taels of silver for one order, and the method of growing bean sprouts is so simple.
After making money, Lin Rui kept his promise and took Lin Changtai, Lin Zicheng and others to Uncle Guan's village.
Mr. Guan is currently planting vegetables in the yard of his home. His grandson is playing in the yard, and his wife and daughter-in-law are sitting at the door doing needlework in the sun.
Hearing the movement of the ox cart, Uncle Guan immediately looked outside the yard. Lin Rui happened to look at him and smiled and waved to greet him: "Uncle Guan!"
Old Man Guan smiled and said "Hey" in response, then quickly opened the gate and walked over: "Why are you here?"
Lin Rui shook the purse in his hand and said, "What else can I do? I'll pay the villagers the final payment. Didn't we say yesterday that we'll sell on credit first, and we'll pay them off after the beans are sold. I won't owe the villagers any money."
"Uncle Guan, this time I'd like to trouble you to notify the villagers who previously owed beans on credit to come and collect the remaining money."
"Okay, okay." Old Man Guan nodded repeatedly, his weathered face seemed to be rejuvenated, even his hunched back straightened a little, and went to notify the villagers.
In the winter, people naturally had nowhere to go. It was freezing cold, so they all stayed at home to spend the winter, doing some needlework. Sometimes it was so cold that their hands froze and they couldn't hold the needle.
At this moment, I heard the village chief shouting outside to open the gate immediately. I curiously poked my head out and said, "Village chief, what's going on?"
Old Man Guan glanced at him and asked, "Did you lend beans on credit to Boss Lin yesterday?"
"No, no, what happened?" The villagers were still confused about the situation.
"That's okay." After saying this, Mr. Guan rushed to the next house.
This aroused the villager's curiosity, and he immediately followed: "Village chief, what's going on? Tell me!"
As they walked, Uncle Guan said, "It's nothing. Didn't Boss Lin come to borrow beans from our village yesterday? Today's the final payment. I'm going door to door to notify everyone and have people collect the money!"
The villagers' eyes widened. "What? He really came?"
Old Man Guan looked at him and said, "Of course not. This time they're driving two ox carts over. I see they're planning to continue collecting."
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