After everyone has gathered and settled down, the task of making the yellow paper can be handed over to Zhang San, who is familiar with all the procedures.

Wang Zheng only needs to take Li Sicai to buy some vegetables and meat every day, and let Cheng Bokang transport the staple food by boat. As for the money, it will be deducted from the yellow paper transaction later.

This new thing, yellow paper, was accepted by dignitaries at a very fast speed. Even with the high retail price of five sheets for one cent, it was still in short supply. For this reason, Wang Zheng had to recruit another hundred people to work on Jiangxin Island.

This is still the business along the Yangtze River. Cheng Bokang did not touch the business on the other side of the Yellow River and the Huai River. That is the business scope of Chang'an.

Wang Zheng calculated that he now earns about 100 strings of cash a day, or 100,000 coins. This is the monthly salary of a Shangshu-level official, earning hundreds of thousands a month.

Of course, theoretically, the money belongs to Wu Zetian. Wang Zheng only has the right to control it but not the ownership. Wang Zheng's current salary is 100 dan per year, 10,000 jin of grain, and 5,000 coins per year.

They are only three to five times better than those working in Jiangxin Island.

"Okay, two pigs. Don't worry, the manager. I promise not to raise the price randomly in the future. When I collected the pigs yesterday, I told them to keep more sows. You see, these pigs are all males."

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After leaving the blacksmith shop, Wang Zheng took Li Si to the butcher shop. "What's the price of pork today?"

This guy actually raised the price of pork by one penny yesterday, using the excuse that he bought pigs from another place. Wang Zheng turned around and left immediately. After Wang Zheng begged for a long time, he came back and bought the pork from him.

Someone nearby mocked, "What are you counting? The pig lung is clearly inside the meat, and you took it out. The dog saw it and thought you were taking something from it. How could the dog, who is protecting the family, not bark?"

"That's no problem. There are many people who want to learn from me. I didn't have much business before, so I didn't plan to take in any apprentices. Now that the manager wants to open up new land, I must take in a few apprentices."

After fiddling with the two-toothed hoe in the furnace, the bearded blacksmith showed his big white teeth and smiled, "I can make tens of thousands of dollars a year. This job is hard and I have to eat meat often. Otherwise, I can't stand it. I can't make less money."

The price of pure meat, depending on the fat and lean content, was only seven or eight cents per pound. Wang Zheng bought the bones as well, which saved the butcher a lot of trouble, and the price was only five cents.

"That's fine. The county lieutenant only makes 15,000 coins a year, not as much as you do."

It's only a year, so it's always better to be cautious. It's okay for me, but if it affects Chang'an and makes them lose out on some quick money, Wang Zheng will be in big trouble.

After Wang Zheng paid and left with the items, Butcher Lin sighed to the people around him, "This manager is smart. Even his dog is smart and can even count."

The first time he bought meat, Wang Zheng did not ask for pig lungs. In order to attract business, Butcher Lin gave Wang Zheng a pig lung as a gift. After returning home, Wang Zheng cooked the pig lung and threw it to the little yellow dog, and the little guy remembered it immediately.

“Woof woof.”

Luo Wu's tribesmen were guarding the river bank to prevent anyone from crossing the river. On Jiangxin Island, Wang Zheng also formed a patrol team of the Ba people to prevent anyone from escaping. Even the things sent by the families of those who worked had to be checked personally by Wang Zheng to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation.

As the blacksmith spoke, he took out the red-hot two-toothed hoe with iron pliers and put it into cold water. After a burst of bubbles and white smoke, the blacksmith handed the annealed two-toothed hoe to Wang Zheng and said, "Now try it again to see if it is hard enough."

The chubby butcher shop owner smiled and said, "Five cents a pound, the same price as before."

Wang Zheng inserted the wooden pole he brought into the two-tooth hoe, and dug hard on the ground next to him a few times, digging up all the old soil. The two-tooth hoe did not bend at all.

The little yellow dog at Wang Zheng's feet barked twice, and Butcher Lin quickly threw another pig lung into the pile of meat and said, "I'll give it to you. Both pig lungs are for you."

The blacksmith looked embarrassed. "Please forgive me, my business is small and I make a living by hard work. I don't have that much money to prepare iron materials. How about you prepare the materials and I will process them for you?"

"Old blacksmith, how much money can you earn a year?" Wang Zheng asked the muscular blacksmith who was sweating all over in front of the blazing fire.

"Okay, but you can find a few apprentices. You can't handle it all by yourself. I'll have a lot of business for you in the future."

In this era, there were also people who raised pigs on a large scale. They were called pig herders. They would drive the pigs out to eat grass every day just like shepherding sheep. Pigs weighing over a hundred pounds did not have much meat on them and were as thin as sheep.

"That's different. They get 30,000 tons of grain a year, and they can get a guaranteed harvest regardless of drought or flood. In the past, 30,000 tons of grain would cost more than 15,000 yuan. Besides, his job is so easy, I can't compare with the officials."

Butcher Lin dragged his fat body, but his hands and feet were very nimble. He weighed the two pigs in a few seconds. "One hundred and sixty-three pounds together, plus forty-five pounds of internal organs, a total of two hundred and eight pounds, one thousand and forty coins, pig lungs are not charged."

"It should be almost done. Let's try it for two days. If there is no problem, I will need more by then. You can prepare more iron materials."

"I want two pigs today, and two pigs every day from now on. You should prepare them yourself. Don't raise the price randomly in the future, or I will buy live pigs myself. Without you, Butcher Lin, I won't be able to eat pigs with hair on them."

"That's better. Let me tell you, if there aren't many pigs, just ask the pig herders to keep all the sows and raise more. But don't raise the price randomly, otherwise I really won't do business with you anymore."

Even if he found some other secret methods to make up for it, it would leave Wu Zetian with the impression that he was incompetent. With such a powerful backer, Wang Zheng dared not leave a bad impression.

Back at the riverside, Wang Zheng asked Li Si to transport the ingredients over, and he began to check the things to be sent to Jiangxin Island.

What was sent over were all ordinary things, mainly food, clothing, shoes and so on. When Wang Zheng saw a big bamboo tube, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Whose is this?"

Bamboo tube rice is very popular throughout the southwest region and has a long history. Especially in times of war and famine, even if you don’t even have a clay pot, you don’t have to worry about eating it raw, you can just burn the bamboo tube to cook it.

A young Han man dressed fairly neatly came out timidly and grinned at Wang Zheng, "It's mine. It's bamboo tube rice made for my uncle. There's some meat in it."

Wang Zheng also smiled, "Why haven't I seen you before?"