I was the emperor in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 397

The middle-aged man seemed to have been prepared, and immediately said with a smile,
"My lord, this price is already the lowest price, and I really can't make any concessions!"

Seeing that the steward seemed a little unhappy, the middle-aged man quickly added,
"However, the old man can deliver the goods to your door every month, saving the need to find someone to deliver the goods in the shop, wouldn't it also save a lot of money!"

Hearing that he was willing to deliver the goods to the door, Guanshi Liu finally showed a satisfied smile.

Said seemingly indifferently,

"Then let's do it this way. The government will set a monthly price of [-] catties. I will keep all of these today, and make up for the rest tomorrow and then settle the settlement together!"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, finally nodded and said,

"Thank you, Guanshi Liu, the old man promises to deliver them tomorrow!"

Guanshi Liu twisted his fat waist, waved his hands casually, and said to the servant beside him,
"Liu An, you did a good job on this matter, go to the back kitchen to help tomorrow or the day after tomorrow!"

When the servant heard this, his face burst into a smile, and he almost knelt down on the spot with excitement, and quickly bowed to him and said,
"Thank you for promoting Liu Guanshi, the little one is very grateful!"

When Guanshi Liu returned to the courtyard, the smile on Liu An's face still remained.

Excitedly, he stepped forward and took the middle-aged man's hand and said,

"Brother, thanks to your help, I have the opportunity to transfer the back hall. When the money is settled tomorrow, I will treat you to a drink!"

The old man pursed his lips and smiled,
"If it weren't for your strong recommendation, my brother, I wouldn't be able to sell my carbon. If you want to drink, I will invite you!"

"Let me invite you, brother, you are too polite..."

The two who were strangers at first became old friends in an instant after such a transaction.

The world turned out to be so simple, and this is how friends and customers come here. Wang Pu was a little dazed watching from the sidelines. In just one morning, he seemed to understand a lot of truths that he didn't understand before.

It was not yet noon, and in the cold wind, two people, one tall and one short, pushed an empty cart and walked towards their distant home.

This is the first time that Wang Pu has sold out all the charcoal in his hand. He finally made money and finally allowed his old mother to have a meal of meat.

They laughed heartily as they walked, as if the days were not as cold as usual.

……

In the imperial study room, Li Tianfan looked at the sales situation of briquette that Wang Fu handed over.

The more I look at the more joyful I am,

"Yes, Wang Fu, you have done a good job. In just half a month, you have already sold more than 50 catties of honeycomb coal. If this trend continues, won't it be possible to break through [-] catties next month!"

Wang Fu smiled and nodded,

"Your Majesty, you are wrong. This is only the result of selling to less than half of the capital. If our honeycomb coal is used in the whole city, it is possible to sell three to four million catties a month!

And this is only the result of casual sales. If you include the ones in the palace and those sent to various princes and grandpas' houses, the amount may be doubled.

If even the Beijing camp uses honeycomb coal for heating this winter, it is estimated that everyone in Huangzhuang will be mobilized, and the production capacity will not be enough. "

"As the weather gets colder and colder, the coal consumption in the capital will continue to increase. It is estimated that within a month, the manpower at Huangzhuang will be insufficient!"

The more Li Tian heard it, the happier he was, and he wished he could go up and hold Wang Fu's fat face and take a bite.

Wang Fu is right. Ever since the honeycomb coal and the supporting small stove were manufactured by Tiangongyuan, almost all princes and nobles have regarded this clean and prosperous small stove as their standard equipment.

Some officials who lived far away from the imperial palace even lit such small stoves in the carriages they were sitting in.

The orders received by the blacksmiths in the capital for the manufacture of small stoves are almost scheduled until the beginning of next year.

This caused the palace to go out to find someone to customize, and there was no chance to find someone.

In the end, Li Tiandong had no choice but to use his shareholder privileges to ask the third wife's Chen Ji to help order three or four hundred of them, which was barely enough for the palace.

The out-of-stock of the small stove not only made Tiangongyuan a small profit, but also led to the prosperity of the ironware industry in Beijing.

Someone saw a business opportunity, and in less than a month, a dozen new blacksmith shops were opened, specializing in customizing various small stoves for people.

Li Tian had too many things to do, and he almost handed over all the briquettes and the thousands of poor people in Huangzhuang to Wang Fu to manage.

He ignored this matter for nearly a month, thinking that if he didn't take care of it, their development might be unsatisfactory.

Unexpectedly, Wang Fu not only did things beautifully, but even far exceeded his expectations.

He originally thought that throughout the winter of this year, briquettes could occupy half of the market in the capital, so that the old and young in Huangzhuang would have a good year.

Unexpectedly, a mere briquette can sell like this.

Actually, this is normal.

Even if 1000 million catties are sold in a month, it is only about [-] tons.

For a large city with a population of nearly one million, only [-] tons of coal will be put into later generations.

Maybe it's just the daily consumption of a small power plant, even for Daming at this time, maybe it's just a fraction.

But what is the concept of 1000 million catties.

There are about 5000 people in Huangzhuang, old and young. Among them, they are able to work. Including children over the age of [-] or [-], there are only about [-] people, excluding the sales force of several hundred people.

There are only [-] workers who can participate in the production of briquettes.

1000 million catties a month, on average for each person, they have to produce about 5000 yuan a month, or about [-] yuan per day on average.

Don't think it's easy, this speed is already the limit that can be achieved by manual work.

Unless a new type of power drive device is added, 1000 million catties is the highest production capacity of the entire Huangzhuang.

But even so, it can be said that each of them can earn a penny for producing a piece of briquette.

They can earn 170 Wen a day, which is three times higher than the wages of the workers in the workshop.

Even though they haven't reached the peak of sales yet, on average, each of them earns seventy or eighty yuan a day.

This is what Li Tian is most happy about.

With these incomes, these people in Huangzhuang, let alone a good year, can afford to eat meat every meal.

Li Tian didn't visit the briquette production workshop in person, but Wang Fu often went there.

Every time, he could see those people who were originally sallow and emaciated, steaming all over their bodies, constantly shuttling through the workshop.

Although everyone was sweating profusely, their faces were filled with satisfied smiles.

For decades, he had never had a moment of hope for life and for the future.

(End of this chapter)