Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 703 The Great Reward

As Lin Si spoke, he took out a small box that he carried with him, opened it, and it was full of bank notes.

"These are all the silver that my lord sold rattan products." Lin Si explained, "The caravan is afraid of the long journey and the road is not safe, so they deposit all the silver in the Hengtai Bank in the Western Regions. When your lord needs it, It can be withdrawn directly at any Hengtai bank in Dazhou."

Hengtai Bank?

Qing Luo subconsciously glanced at the silver ring on her hand.

She glanced at the banknotes in the box, and not only took back all the money she had put in during this period, but there should be a lot left.

"My lord, there's a message from over there that the rattan products here are to be speeded up, and there are people coming to buy them every day!"

"It sells so well, why is there no one to imitate?" Qing Luo asked.

"Yes, yes, I heard that the price is cheaper than ours." Lin Si smiled, "But people have recognized Liu's weaving, thinking that this is the genuine product, and those are fakes, which are not worthy of the nobility of their Western Region nobles. identity."

Qingluo smiled: "That's naturally better."

"My lord, you are really a genius in business." Lin Si admired from the bottom of his heart.

Others are fighting price wars, and the more they fight, the cheaper they will be.

But she did the opposite, the price was outrageously high, but there were still a large group of people crying and clamoring to send money.

"By the way, I almost forgot the most important thing." Lin Si pushed another small box over, "This box is from wine."

Qing Luo was shocked and said, "Why are there so many?"

More than twice as much as selling rattan products.

And the wine she shipped out was only more than a hundred bottles.

"That's not too much..." Lin Si took it for granted, "No matter how expensive rattan products are, they are just daily necessities. At least there are some substitutes. But these fine wines from adults are works of art. How can they be the same?"

"Art...?" Qing Luo was surprised.

Her original intention was really just to sell wine as wine, when did it rise to the height of art?

Lin Si was a little surprised by her performance, and said: "My lord, don't you know? The glass bottle you designed and made to order is already extremely beautiful, and in addition to the pictures of ladies you drew, in the eyes of those people from the Western Regions, it is simply astonishing." People. Most of them took them back as collectibles..."

Qing Luo was speechless: "Then, the wine inside?"

"They think the wine in it is not good, and it would be better to put it in a bottle, so they just leave it unopened and put it at home as a display." Lin Si was also a little funny when he thought about it, "Our little shopkeeper in the Western Regions Looking at this posture, I made a decisive decision and raised the price a hundred times. Sell it not as wine, but as an antique... Don't say it, it's even better than before..."

Qingluo: "..."

This is really unintentional planting willows and willows.

If Rongcheng knew that the wine he worked so hard to brew had actually become a foil for the bottle, I don't know how he would feel...

If I had known this before, what kind of wine would she make? Just open a glass factory and order various wine bottles and perfume bottles...

Seeing her in a daze, Lin Si smiled and said, "My lord, when I come back this time, besides bringing you these banknotes, the main purpose is to remind the shopkeeper in the Western Regions, and the rattan products and wine must be delivered as soon as possible. Bian is out of stock. If you don't replenish the stock, the threshold of the store will be broken..."

Qingluo smiled and said, "It's a good thing that the supply exceeds the demand, let's also do a hunger marketing, so as to keep the popularity high."

"Hunger marketing?" Lin Si didn't understand.

Qing Luo explained a few words, Lin Si smiled and said: "My lord, what is your brain made of? It's so easy to use..."

"So-so..." Qingluo smiled modestly, thinking, in addition to the classics, would she also have to write two books about chicken soup to learn about success, and also poison the people of Dazhou?

After Lin Si explained some things, he left in a hurry.

As the shopkeeper of Chen Jinji and Lin Jinyu's housekeeper, Lin Si is like a spinning top, never idle for a moment.

Leaving Qingluo sitting in the courtroom, laughing foolishly at the two boxes full of bank notes.

"My lord, what about my lord—"

Feng Jia and Feng Yi came hand in hand.

Qingluo waved lazily: "Here, tell me."

"It turns out that my lord is here, but you are becoming more and more unfathomable. I didn't even see you, little man..."

It's Feng Yi's old habit to flatter him first.

Qing Luo was actually used to listening, and waited until he finished speaking before saying: "Stop talking nonsense, talk about things."

Feng Jia wanted to strangle his troublesome younger brother to death, and said solemnly: "My lord, Sixth Master Lin asked us to be directly responsible for the taxation of Nanqiao Village. No, we have already collected it and returned."

Ever since Lin Si left, Qingluo didn't bother to recruit another master, so Lin Liu concurrently served as Master Qianliang and Master Xingming.

Fortunately, the yamen is small, and there are not too many things to do, so Lin Liu can do it with ease.

"Why are you so fast?"

Qingluo is very clear that tax collection has always been a long-term tug-of-war.

There are so many households, many of them live in hardship, and many of them cannot afford to pay taxes.

"My lord, it was hard to collect taxes in the past." Feng Jia's dull face was also a little excited, "Nowadays, the pockets of the villagers in every village are bulging. Once we open our mouths, there is no need to urge the villagers to take the initiative. Queue to pay the tax."

"But according to my quantity?"

"Yes, it's all in accordance with the adults' request, and each household will be charged a five-cent tax."

"How did they react?"

"Don't worry, my lord, no one has any objections." Feng Yi answered, "Now your lord is the Living Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in the eyes of our Pingyang County people. You let everyone live a good life, shouldn't you ask for more sesame oil money?"

"You're talking nonsense again!" Feng Jia wished he could beat up his younger brother on the spot.

Dare to say that the imperial court's taxes are sesame oil money, if this is heard by Her Majesty the Queen, will she be happy?

Feng Jia was almost mad at him!
On the other hand, Qingluo found it very interesting, and said with a smile, "So the collection of sesame oil in Nanqiao Village went smoothly?"

"Cough, it's going well, it's going well..." Feng Jia didn't know what to say, and glared at his younger brother again.

It's all his fault for talking nonsense, which made adults not serious!

Feng Yi pouted, feeling very wronged.

What qualifications and abilities does he have, so that he can attract the masters of the county to learn from bad?
After Feng Jia reconciled the collected money and account books with Lin Liu, he handed them over to the treasury.

After they left, the government servants sent to collect taxes in the remaining villages came back one by one.

The basic situation of the remaining villages is similar to that of Nanqiao Village. They all received the help and favor of Qingluo.

Out of admiration and gratitude to Qingluo, they paid the corresponding amount of taxes without saying a word.

Only Huang Tutou and Houzi encountered some difficulties.

(End of this chapter)