Carry the space through the famine years, bring the cubs to become the richest man in the five count

Uncle Li Zheng and Shen Changshou looked at each other: How could it be possible not to be moved?
You must know that if this business is done well in a month, you can earn dozens of taels of silver!
If you buy this prescription for 50 taels of silver, you will be able to pay back the cost in almost a month!

Who can't be tempted by this change?

Uncle Lizheng gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "Qingyu, can you see if this works, let alone 50 taels, we'll give you 100 taels!"

"Give this recipe to us. From now on, the eldest family of our family will sell glutinous rice in Tongxin Mansion, and the third family will sell glutinous rice in Jiangning Mansion next door. We promise that this recipe will not be passed on to others, will it work?"

Shen Qingyu understood what Uncle Li Zheng meant: it was because he was afraid that the money would be too little, and people would poke their spines.

"That's it!"

The sale was concluded, and Uncle Li Zheng's family saved up 100 taels of silver, and immediately handed it over to Shen Qingyu piece by piece.

Wen Jin heard the news, and secretly asked Wen Che: "Brother, why did my cousin give away such a good deal?"

Xue Juzheng on the side sighed with emotion: "This is really great wisdom!"

Wen Jin didn't understand: "How clever is it? Why didn't I see it?"

Xue Juzheng glanced at Wen Che.

Wen Che had no choice but to explain to his brother.

"I heard that this glutinous rice is sold in all major states. It is not complicated to make. After a long time, there will naturally be better ones. It is impossible to do exclusive business."

"Besides, cousin-in-law is so busy with business now, how can she have time to make glutinous rice herself?"

"Grasp the big and let go of the small, that's what it means."

There is a deeper level, Wen Che thought for a while, and said: "Nowadays, the glutinous rice is made and sold by Shen Dashou and his wife. Now someone is offering money to buy them, and they don't want to sell the owner. If it takes a long time, If you refuse too much, you may feel resentful... It's better to settle this matter as soon as possible while the relationship is still there."

Wen Jin suddenly realized: "I understand, what does it mean, 'There is only a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no thousand days to guard against a thief'?"

Wen Che thought about it again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's not wrong for you to say that."

People's hearts, the more you see through them, the more you feel that attachments are meaningless, so it's better to let go.

Wen Che shook his head and picked up the scriptures.

Xue Juzheng saw it, sighed slightly in his heart, turned and left.

Uncle Li Zheng didn't care about discussing dividends with the children at home. Shen Qingyu and Zhao Yuzhu, mother and daughter, began to practice how to make high-end soap.

Goat milk has long been found a supplier.

Qi Han even said that he could ask someone to send some ewes over to see if anyone in the village is willing to raise them. If so, he can just milk the sheep himself.

Qi Yunxiao simply told Yin Longwei to raise sheep.

Because of his great strength and neatness in doing things, Yinlongwei is better at farming than others, but he really stands on his feet.

The bandits on Turtle Ridge all make a living by farming, and their reputation gradually spread, and some folks in that village were willing to be married to the men on Turtle Ridge.

Of course, Qi Yunxiao secretly asked them to do other things, and they all did it quietly.

The mother and daughter secretly tried to make soaps with various functions and colors.

The mold is easy to handle, draw a good picture, and just ask someone to sculpt it.

The effect is not difficult. Tea seed oil and goat milk are mixed in according to the ratio. After making it, let it be cooked for a while, and it will be more effective.

This technical barrier is not complicated!

So the high-end soap that had been planned for a long time was put on the table.

When the milky white soap was placed in front of Qi Yunxiao in a plain wooden box, Qi Yunxiao was a little dumbfounded.

"Is this soap too?"

Shen Qingyu's eyes sparkled: "Yes!"

"This soap is expensive. It is used to wash people's faces and bodies. It costs three hundred yuan a piece."

"If you add this box, it will cost 330 Wen."

Let’s be honest, the price of the box can be calculated separately. If you buy it for your own use, you don’t need the box. If you give it away, with such a box, it will look high-end and elegant!

Qi Yunxiao picked up the soap, smelled it, looked at it, squeezed it, and finally nodded after a while: "This soap is really good! I think it can sell well."

Shen Qingyu and Zhao Yuzhu nodded and smiled at each other.

Such a useful and face-saving thing, can it not be easy to sell?

This kind of high-end soap has a really high profit margin!
"Okay! After the festival, this thing will be sold out!" Shen Qingyu and Zhao Yuzhu decided decisively.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is here.

Early in the morning, everyone started various preparations.

Delicious, we have plenty.

All kinds of fruits exchanged in the space taste sour, sweet and juicy, and both the children and Xue Juzheng ate their mouths full.

Miracle doctor Mo was even more amazed!
Looking at Shenjia Village, which is not exposed to mountains and dew, how can you buy such delicious fruits?
Not to mention the delicious taste in your mouth, why do you still feel comfortable all over after eating it? !
Just like the bean sprouts...

The crazy Taoist ate the fruit, looking at Shen Qingyu and Zhao Yuzhu with vague eyes.

This mother and daughter have strange fates...

He couldn't even calculate their future even under the cover of heaven's secrets.

But the faces of the mother and daughter are upright and blessed.

Forget it, maybe it's because he has cultivated his Yin virtue well that everything goes smoothly.

If there were no profound blessings, how could their three sons and daughters have such precious fates?
The kitchen was crazy busy, Xiao Taohua and Shen Dasong were busy chopping vegetables and side dishes, and the small accountant's stone and wood were choosing and washing vegetables.

Shen Qingyu and Qi Yunxiao were thinking about how to send some goat milk soap to the emperor and concubine Rong in the capital, when someone came to the door.

It was the guards from the palace who came.

Because they came quietly, Shen Qingyu and Qi Yunxiao received them in a low-key manner.

It turned out that because the Mid-Autumn Festival was here, His Majesty the Emperor and Concubine Rong were thinking about Qi Yunxiao's family, so they specially asked someone to bring things over early.

Moon cakes, snacks made in the palace, children's clothes, shoes, socks and toys, all kinds of expensive materials...

Obviously, it has fully considered the things that can be used by people of all sizes in the family.

Shen Qingyu and Qi Yunxiao looked at each other, and both thought "isn't this a coincidence"!
It just so happened that the guards took away those goat milk soaps and sent them to the palace to reward His Majesty the Emperor and Concubine Rong.

Now that everyone is here, we have prepared a lot of chili sauce, sweet potato powder, and jerky.

Of course, the guards worked hard all the way, and it was impossible to leave that day, so asking them to stay here for two days was also convenient for Qi Yunxiao and Shen Qingyu to prepare things.

The guards were free, and after greeting Mr. Xue Juzheng, they took a serious look at Wenjin and Wenche brothers, and spent the rest of their time looking around in the village and the refugee settlement.

Qi Yunxiao just pretended he didn't see it, and let them inquire.

There are so many dragon guards, God knows how many of them are His Majesty's spies.

Qi Yunxiao and Shen Qingyu had made up their minds a long time ago: As long as I am honest, you will all be spies, and we are not afraid.

It's just that Wen Che and Wen Jin's mentality is different. After being greeted by the palace guards in soft words, their backs are all sweaty...