Chapter 402: Checkout and Earn Money
Wen Yan was worried that Ying Zhilin wouldn't be able to find her after waking up, so she stayed in "Yidian Mo".
After the truth about the "winter charcoal" incident came to light, the reputation of "A Little Ink" became even more famous and its business became even better.
The store is packed with customers every day.
It only took half an hour to read a book, check the accounts, and arrange the next work.
Wen Yan felt uncomfortable all over when he suddenly had some free time.
Always looking for something to pass the time.
She thought about it and called the waiter of "Yidian Mo" to help her go to the uncle's house to invite someone.
Half an hour later, the waiter returned to the store.
He also brought someone with him.
"Boss, I invited Master Qingchuan over."
On the second floor of A Little Ink, Wen Yan stood up to greet him: "Qingchuan, you're here."
"Wen Yan, long time no see. Thank you for helping my third sister last time at Qingfeng Xiaolou." Qingchuan greeted her with a smile. Behind him, there were two servants.
The servant was carrying a large box.
"It's just a small favor, no need to thank me." Wen Yan smiled and waved her hand, "I've been looking for a chance to meet you, but I haven't been free recently. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
What kind of business do you want to start this year? Have you made a plan?"
Qingchuan said: "I have been leaving early and returning late recently, so even if you make an appointment, we may not be able to meet.
I plan to leave for business in the middle of the month. Even if you don't make an appointment with me today, I will send you a visiting card tomorrow."
"What kind of business are you planning to do this time?" Wen Yan asked curiously.
"I heard that there's a smallpox outbreak among the wolf tribe in the north. I want to transport some medicinal herbs to the border. Maybe I can make some money."
"The North stockpiles medicine every year. You've transported the herbs all the way over there.
You can make money, but not much.
I suggest you focus on salt, tea, and silk, supplemented by medicinal herbs." Wen Yan suggested.
Qingchuan said, "To be honest, I started preparing the herbs commonly used for smallpox as soon as I heard the news, and I already have a lot. But I just need to add a few more truckloads of other goods."
Seeing that he knew what was going on, Wen Yan didn't say anything more.
Then they talked about the fur and woolen cloth business.
This winter, Qingchuan has been running these businesses.
Their business expanded in a circular manner, covering all the prefectures and counties around the capital.
He made a lot of money, accumulated a lot of connections with all kinds of people, and learned more business skills.
He handed the shipment account book to Wen Yan: "The last time I went to pick up the goods, Manager Cui said that there were less than a quarter of woolen garments and one-fifth of woolen cloth left in the warehouse. What are you going to do with the remaining goods?"
Wen Yan flipped through the account book and said, "I plan to transport it to Jinyang Prefecture and sell it to the people there at a low price."
They had already suffered a disaster.
This winter, the snow disaster in Jinyang Prefecture was no less severe than that in the capital. I wonder how serious the disaster is.
If these cloths were transported over and exchanged for charcoal, there would probably be quite a few people who would make the same!
Wen Yan shared his thoughts with Qingchuan.
Qingchuan agreed with both hands and asked her, "Should we still collect wool? This winter's woolen clothes have become famous, and I'm sure many people will follow suit. If we continue to collect, we may not be able to make as much money."
"Of course we have to keep collecting." Wen Yan said quickly, "Although more people will follow the trend, as long as we do it well, we can still occupy the most profitable customer base."
"Do you want to improve your craftsmanship?" Qingchuan asked.
Wen Yan nodded.
“I’ve studied it carefully, and there are two types of wool: hard, prickly hair and soft, fine hair.
We separate these two types of hair.
The bristles were mixed with linen to make strong, durable cloth, which was sold cheaply to the poor.
Soft wool is mixed with silk and woven into soft, next-to-skin cloth to be sold to the wealthy."
Qingchuan: "This is not a simple matter. It will increase many processes and costs..."
"With more processes and more people needed, we can hire more craftsmen, allowing more people to have a place to make money, which is conducive to social stability." Wen Yan said.
"I always feel inferior to you." Qingchuan's cheeks flushed and he hurriedly asked his men to bring in the box.
It's a small box, but it's very heavy.
Wen Yan asked, "What's in here?"
Qingchuan opened the box and saw that it was filled with silver, strings of copper coins, and an account book. "These are the dividends for this winter."
"So many!" Wen Yan was shocked.
Qingchuan took out the account book and showed it to Wen Yan: "It's not much. This winter, I went to get the goods on credit. I took all the share this time."
Wen Yan flipped through the account book.
This winter, she earned more than three thousand taels from the share of woolen clothes alone.
The share of the fur coats was seven thousand taels of silver.
Then there were those adorable little accessories, each costing from a few hundred wen to several taels of silver. They looked cheap, so I bought them without hesitation. But with so much volume, small amounts add up to a lot. I even got a share of over two thousand taels.
Wen Yan clicked his tongue twice: "There are indeed many rich people in Dayong."
Wen Yan checked the accounts, wrote the receipt, and asked Qingchuan to sign it.
Only then did I realize that Qingchuan's slender white hands, which he used to hold the pen, were covered with calluses and cracks.
He was a pampered young man in the uncle's mansion, but he could endure so much hardship for the sake of doing business.
Wen Yan was filled with emotion.
"Wait for me." Wen Yan said, and hurried downstairs.
After a while, he ran up again.
She had a few more celadon bottles in her hands.
She placed the entire celadon bottle on the table and said, "Try this. Rub it on the cut of your finger."
Qingchuan was curious and took a bottle and opened it.
A rich aroma wafted out.
Inside was a jar full of yellowish ointment.
"What is this? Balsam?"
"Pick a little more and apply it on the cracks on your fingers."
Qingchuan did as Wen Yan instructed.
He picked up a grain-sized amount of cream and rubbed it on the cracks on his fingers, saying in amazement, "What kind of cream is this? It's very moisturizing."
"It feels pretty good, right? If you apply it thicker, it can heal the calluses on your hands." Wen Yan said.
“If it really works, it should be very popular.”
"If you really sell it, what price do you think is appropriate?"
"That depends on the ingredients used. It should cost at least four or five hundred coins. The fragrance alone isn't very good."
"Do you know what these are made of?"
"What?"
"When washing wool, the mutton fat overflows. After being refined several times, the spices are extracted, and then it is divided into jars and waited for it to solidify. The cost is so small that it can be ignored."
Qingchuan was extremely surprised: "You mean, these are separated from wool?"
Wen Yan nodded: "You can wipe your hands, face and feet, and any dry and cracked areas."
Qingchuan: "Is there a lot of this in stock?"
Wen Yan: "A lot, several large vats."
Qingchuan slid all the porcelain bottles into his sleeves and said, "I'll take all of these. If they work, I'll come to you to get more before I leave."
Wen Yan walked him to the door of the store.
After Qingchuan left, when Wen Yan returned to the store, he saw Jing Mingmei rushing in in a hurry.
Jing Mingmei excitedly grabbed Wen Yan's hand and said, "Let's go, let's find a place where there's no one. I'm so happy!"
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