Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 71 Tsk, I’m going to compose a poem!
Zhao He, who left Chunming Tower this time, probably wouldn't want to have a chance encounter with a young woman on the street for a long time.

For Zhao He, this is a very sacred act.

What you feel when you 'accidentally' bump into a young woman, what you feel when you feel shy after seeing a young woman surprised, what you remember after a sincere apology, these are all pursuits!

However, now, someone has destroyed Zhao He's feelings about these.

Damn Qin Wan, I definitely don't hang around because of her good looks!

But the eldest sister’s mind is indeed broad...

It is winter now, and if Chunming Tower can get flowers, they are shipped from the Lingnan area at a high price. The cost of a flower is more than 300 Wen.

One hundred flowers make a bottle of perfume, which means that he has to invest thirty thousand dollars in this bottle of perfume.

This is stupid and not in the interests of businessmen at all.

I bought you [-] guan, absolutely not because this thing is worth [-] guan, just because I want to earn you [-] guan.

This is the code for businessmen to make a fortune!

There is no way to solve the flower problem, so Zhao He plans to postpone the matter until spring. During this time, he still plans to experiment with perfume formulas of different concentrations to meet the needs of customers.

He now has three shops in Fan Tower. Once Fan Tower returns to normal, it will bring a steady flow of customers to Zhao He.

This means that once Zhao He wants to obtain sustained profits, he must have enough perfume on hand, which means mass production.

The equipment in his laboratory now takes about three hours to make such a small bottle, so it is definitely not enough.

The design of mass production equipment must also be put on the agenda as soon as possible. Only if you can make at least [-] bottles of perfume a day can you make money.

After returning, Zhao He immediately started mass production of perfume production equipment.

When I was studying, my physics teacher said something.

Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry and travel all over the world!
This is so true...

In the evening of that day, Zhao He made a design drawing based on the science and engineering foundation he was forced to lay down. It was quite detailed.

"Uncle Guo, please take this drawing and find someone who can design it. Get it back first, and then adjust the specific effect."

Guo Huai held the drawing and looked at it for a long time with a strange expression.

I didn’t know that my young husband knew these mathematical things before...

In an era where literati are respected, everything is of inferior quality and only education is high. This kind of thing is generally not taken seriously.

Even in a merchant's home, those who can design these things will only be valued, but there will be absolutely no status.

Because those who learn this technology are destined to be craftsmen who can make a living, not make money as a businessman.

But he didn't think so of his young husband. He just felt that Zhao He could actually do this. He had almost all skills.

Guo Huai nodded vigorously: "This drawing looks complicated, but it is very detailed. I think it can be made within three days."

Zhao He nodded, and when he saw Guo Huai leaving, he thought of something again.

Do you want to try some limestone first?
Anyway, the mass production of perfume will take a long time, but this soap does not need to be so troublesome.

Experiment first, then provide the methodology, then use the technology of this era to achieve mass production, and then make a lot of money!

With this thought, Zhao He couldn't help but want to give himself a thumbs up.

Today is already the 25th of the twelfth lunar month. After the 28th of the twelfth lunar month every year in Bianjing, until the seventh day of the first lunar month, street vendors and street shops will not be open, except of course those big restaurants.

In the Song Dynasty, everyone attached great importance to Yuan Day, and both adults and children looked forward to this day.

Therefore, during this period, they usually enjoy the fruits of their year's hard work and reunite with their families.

There are still three days to go out of business. Although Zhao He now has more than [-] yuan in assets, he has never slacked off and will still make the money he should make every day.

He never thought that the money he earned in the foot shop was small money. After all, this was the foundation of his life.

In the early morning, before dawn, the foot shop was already open, and most people came to catch up on their early work.On a bitingly cold day, a bowl of piping hot wontons and a steaming pan-fried bun are the salvation of life for these people!

So Zhao He has many old customers here.

In the darkness, the lights at Chonghe Night Market were bright, as if reflecting their future.

"Xiao Langjun, twenty fried buns and a bowl of wontons."

"It's so early today, Xiao Langjun!"

"The wontons need to be cooked softer. I have bad teeth."

Compared to negotiating with those powerful businessmen, Zhao He still prefers the feeling now. Having money, a car and a house, opening a shoe shop, and being stable for the rest of his life is actually pretty good.

And here, the copper coins brought out by these guests every day can stimulate Zhao He's passion to the greatest extent.

This is the real feeling of making money!
The foot shop is very busy, and with Zhou Fei and Guo Bo helping out, it still seems a little short of manpower.

But very happy!

When the sky lit up, most of the people around with some wealth came to have breakfast. Compared with the first batch of guests, this group of people were very sophisticated in their speech and behavior.

As usual, Jia Changchao and his wife came to the foot shop to eat something after leaving the court, and the two of them chatted more with Zhao He.

"Is it going to be closed after 28? It's a pity. During this period, I just like to eat your fried dumplings."

Zhao He nodded slightly. Although he met these two people because of a farce, it did not prevent him from chatting with them without any grudges. He immediately served the fried buns himself.

Judging from the demeanor of this old man, he is either rich or noble, with a gentle and gentle atmosphere. He is similar to the old man next to his house who does not know his identity but is definitely not simple.

Wang Anshi is older than Zhao He and is still young, but his aura is very fierce, especially when he speaks, it always makes people feel dazzling.

Zhao He naturally didn't know their identities, otherwise it would definitely not be so natural at the moment.

He said calmly: "If you want to eat, just wait until next year. I'm going to start a life of messing around."

"Bad?"

Both of them had strange expressions, and they didn't understand what Zhao He meant.

Zhao He said calmly: "I have been busy for a year, can't I enjoy it?"

Wang Anshi chuckled and said: "You are open-minded by nature, but after all, you are young, so you have to work hard and practice more. Spend some time studying and settling down. After making so much money, it is better to get a reputation. When you start a career and start a family, you will have a lot of time to enjoy in the future. Why waste your time?"

Jia Changchao said with a smile: "Everyone has his own ambitions, so don't force him. Naturally, the young man has his own plans. Besides, if things continue like this, his future achievements may not be low."

Wang Anshi shook his head. He saw clearly that without fame and wealth, he was still just a despised businessman with no future.

Zhao He suddenly stood up, put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.

"I'm going to compose a poem!"

The two of them suddenly raised their heads and looked at Zhao He in surprise.

"Young man can also write poems?"

"Yo? Why don't you tell me something strange?"

Zhao He looked thoughtful and somewhat generous.

"I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus wine..."

Gee, it does make some sense to read it. Are you refuting what you just said?
Wang Anshi was also surprised from the bottom of his heart. He didn't expect that Zhao He could actually compose poetry. He was immediately interested and looked forward to the next chapter.

"Reach your pocket to see if there is any money!"

"Money is still very important!"

The corners of their mouths twitched immediately.

(End of this chapter)