When Ji Han and his men traveled to the Three Kingdoms crew

Chapter 13 I am willing to do great things with you

The so-called pickles are actually pickled vegetables.

And pickles need to be pickled with salt!
Since Emperor Guangwu founded the country, although he ordered that salt should no longer be operated by the government, in fact, this important resource was extremely limited in its opening to the public. From the reigns of Emperor Guangwu to Emperor Ming, salt officials were set up in all counties and kingdoms.

Of course, after a hundred years of development, by the time of Emperor Ling, the salt and iron industries had already been divided up by the gentry.

Unexpectedly, Liu Bei actually took out such a thing.

What a surprise!

"Mr. Liu, how many of these pickles do you have?" Zhang Shiping asked excitedly.

Liu Bei was not in a hurry at all. He drank the water slowly, thinking: It is all thanks to Director Zhen that we can make pickles. His method of purifying crude salt is really amazing. Who could have known that semi-finished poisonous crude salt could be filtered and added with wood ash to produce refined salt as fine and white as snow?

Liu Bei did not dare to sell fine salt directly, as this thing was enough to drive the gentry crazy.

"Try it first." Liu Bei said with a smile.

Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping looked at each other, picked up their chopsticks, picked up a few slices, put them in their mouths and tasted them. Their eyes suddenly lit up.

"Salty! Salty! So salty!!!"

“There is no bitter taste at all!!!”

"How on earth is it done!"

Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping could not hide their shock on their faces, they stared at the plain-looking pottery jar. If the '菹' before tasting was a good product with no worries about sales, then the '菹' now was a top-notch treasure that was sought after.

It's obviously the same thing, but in the blink of an eye it has appreciated several times in value. It's really amazing.

Of course, if the salt used to make pickles could be sold directly, it would be liquid gold.
Su Shuang was scared to death by the thought that came to his mind. Salt of this quality was not something that two horse dealers like them could touch. Those big families would tear them into pieces.

After calming down, Su Shuang stared at the pottery jar, thinking about the possibility of making money.

"Mr. Liu, I wonder how the price is calculated?" Su Shuang asked.

Liu Bei fell silent. It was now the seventh year of Guanghe reign and the emperor had been selling official positions and titles for many years. In addition, with the Yellow Turban Rebellion, grain prices soared to nearly a thousand coins per stone. As for the price of salt, it also lived up to expectations and climbed to several thousand coins.

They are all drinking the blood of the people.

Liu Bei thought bitterly, gritting his teeth.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Zhang, I don't think those nobles have ever tasted pickles of this quality, right?"

Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping looked a little hesitant, thought about it, and then nodded.

Liu Bei took a deep breath and calmed down his anger. "If that's the case, why don't we try to make money from those wealthy families?"

"what do you mean?"

Liu Bei pointed at the plain jar and said, "Let's replace the jar with ceramics, put exquisite glaze on it to hold pickled mustard, and then make up a story. For example, there is a woman who misses her husband and makes pickled mustard that her husband loves before the New Year. She will give him a surprise when her husband returns home to celebrate the New Year. However, her husband is upright and upright and kills the eunuchs for the sake of the country. However, he fails in his plan. The woman's tears fall for three days and three nights on the pickled mustard, so this pickled mustard is saltier than any other."

After saying this, Liu Bei looked at the two of them with a smile.

In the current situation, the eunuchs who have stolen the imperial power have launched several party-ban campaigns against the gentry. The gentry would like to eat the flesh and drink the blood of the eunuchs.

As the central gentry was suppressed by the eunuchs, they were unable to control the local eunuchs.

In Zhen De’s words, as long as we scold the eunuchs, it is politically correct, and as long as we scold the eunuchs, they are our half-brothers!

"This"

Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping looked at each other. They had never seen such a marketing plan. Although there had been novelists in the pre-Qin period, in the current social style, the status of merchants was extremely low. How could there be an aristocratic family to make up such a story for them to do business?

"As expected of Mr. Liu."

The two men slowly stood up and bowed to Liu Bei.

Liu Bei quickly helped the two men up, "Mr. Su, Mr. Zhang, there is no need to do this."

He looked at the two people who were about to move, and instantly thought of Zhen De's words. After people have eaten and drunk their fill and achieved material satisfaction, they will pursue spiritual satisfaction.

If you think about it carefully, are Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping the kind of poor people who can’t afford to eat?
Obviously not. Is that the aristocratic bureaucrat who can realize his ideal ambitions?

Obviously not.

So what did they want when they had no worries about food and drink but were unable to realize their ideals and ambitions and were instead looked down upon by the nobles?
It’s very simple, respect, and it is the respect from scholars.

It is also said that those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few supporters.

Since Liu Bei returned from the fairyland, he clearly understood the gap between himself and the princes who later dominated the world.

If things had turned out as planned, he might have become one of them and controlled one-third of the world.

But after talking with Zhen De, as soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the end of the Western Jin Dynasty when people were devastated and the iron hooves of the Five Barbarians trampled on the bodies of the Chinese people. The noble families and ministers were so lowly that they were worse than dogs.

The most infuriating thing is that it was clearly the fault of these bad guys, but innocent people have to bear the consequences.

How can this not make people angry?? !!!
Therefore, Liu Bei vowed not to repeat the same mistake this time.

"brush--"

Liu Bei stood up and bowed to Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping, "Please help me!"

The sudden change caused Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping's brains to crash.

Only merchants pay respect to scholars, but it has never been heard of scholars paying respect to merchants.

"Zhang Jun, Su Jun!"

Liu Bei grabbed one in each hand and looked at the two of them with sincerity. The fire in his eyes was so dazzling and so desirable.

Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping both blushed, their breathing became rapid, and there was only one voice echoing in their minds for a long time, no, we are not lowly businessmen, someone needs us, and we are also valued!!!
Zhang Shiping couldn't help it, "Mr. Liu, if you need anything, just tell me!"

Liu Bei did not agree directly. He asked: "I wonder what a great man should be like in your eyes?"

The first one to calm down was Su Shuang. "Huh, what's that? I'm not talented, but I think people who work hard will not be deprived by the tyrants and officials, and everyone can do business sincerely."

"I think even businessmen should not be looked down upon!" Zhang Shiping added.

Liu Bei nodded, his thoughts seemed to drift to 1800 years later, "I think it should be possible. We should have three meals a day, the hard work of those who work hard should not be buried, children should be able to go to school, the elderly should have someone to rely on, baby girls should not be drowned, no one should be frozen to death in winter, and the family should be reunited on New Year's Day."

Liu Bei's voice was very soft and he spoke very slowly, as if he was weaving an illusory dream.

Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping listened very seriously, but they were also wondering in their hearts, is this really a great Han? Even in the heyday of prosperity, it is impossible to reach this level.

until
Liu Bei extended his hand to them and extended an invitation.

Those hands were not like the hands of a scholar in our imagination. They looked very rough, with all the calluses they should have, but they gave people a very down-to-earth feeling.

A man named Liu Bei said this

"Mr. Su, Mr. Zhang, can you lend me a hand?"

It was clearly the same words just now, but they sounded like they had a different meaning, as if they were saying, you can help me realize my ideal man.

Which hot-blooded man can withstand such stimulation!

Su Shuang, who was usually calm, grabbed Liu Bei's hand and said, "I am willing to accomplish great things with you!"

Zhang Shiping, who was a step slower, shouted, "Me too!"

"Mr. Liu, we don't want the money from selling pickles! Just consider it as our token of appreciation!!!"

The two shouted this sentence almost at the same time.

Liu Bei shook his head.

"No, I only quote the price. As long as you sell at a reasonable price, all the profits are yours."

(End of this chapter)