Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 53: Mother-in-law is going to rebel? (3,000 views)
As soon as I got into the carriage, I felt a fragrant breeze blowing towards me.

It's my sister-in-law's natural body fragrance.

It is the sachet hanging around Luo Yuheng's waist.

It is the fragrance of mature Pinellia ternata.

There were many beautiful girls in the carriage.

Luo Tianxuan was ill and could not attend such occasions as the Qixi Festival. Luo Tianyang was clamoring to go, but was punished by Luo Yuheng to recite an Analects of Confucius within two days. Looking at Luo Tianyang's desperate expression, it was clear that reciting an Analects of Confucius was more stressful for him than standing upside down and drinking three pounds of fecal water.

Luo Qingyi and Luo Caiyi also wanted to go, but were locked up at home by Luo Yuheng. Someone was so bored that he put chickens and rabbits in the same cage and counted their heads and claws for fun. The two little girls had to calculate how many Kuns and rabbits there were before their mother came back.

Luo Yuheng had obviously dressed up carefully. She put on the bra that she had snatched from Gu Banxia some time ago. Her already slender and graceful figure looked even more... well, confident and flamboyant.

The same was true for Gu Banxia. Not only did she wear a bra, but she also put on the stockings that she had once said she would never wear, making her plump legs look round and slender.

Women all love beauty.

Even Luo Tianyi was the same. After meeting his sister-in-law today, Song Yan finally understood what it meant to be smaller than a steamed bun.

The carriage creaked and swayed, the curtains rolled up, the willows outside swayed slightly, and waves of the Yiluo River splashed against the shore. Luo Tianyi sat opposite, her hair flying in the breeze, and the ends of her hair brushed her cheeks, making her feel itchy.

Occasionally, when the wind is a little stronger, it will lift up the skirt, and the calves and feet that were originally swaying gently under the skirt will shrink back.

It is relaxed and comfortable, yet also exudes a hint of beauty.

"Yan'er."

Luo Yuheng's voice broke the charming atmosphere.

Looking up, Luo Yuheng's expression was a little serious. It was the first time I saw such an expression on Luo Yuheng's face after entering the Luo Mansion for so many days.

"Is there something wrong, mother?"

"A few days ago, were you still able to make that white sugar?"

Song Yan was slightly surprised: "Okay."

Sugar is a luxury in this day and age.

Only members of the royal family, noble families, or wealthy businessmen have the qualifications and financial resources to enjoy it. It is expensive, and many common people may never know what sugar tastes like in their entire lives.

At this time, most sugar is maltose, which is made from rice, barley, wheat, millet and other grains through fermentation and saccharification. It is brown in color and has a certain degree of sourness and bitterness due to technical reasons.

There will be some residue mixed in the sugar, and the taste is not very good.

After the sugar was made, Song Yan gave some to several of his brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law. Of course, his mother-in-law, Luo Yuheng, was not left out. It was as white as snow, pure and sweet, without a single unpleasant taste. Even the eldest princess, Luo Yuheng, was tasting it for the first time, and she found it delicious.

Later, I heard that Song Yan smashed all the other candies into pieces, and I felt quite sorry. My son-in-law's brain disease must be cured as soon as possible.

Of course, for Luo Yuheng, she saw more than just the savory side of things; she saw the value inherent in them. She was worried that this was just the work of her son-in-law during a brain attack, and that he would forget it once he recovered. Now, hearing that he could still do this, she beamed with joy: "How difficult was it? What was the cost?"

"The technical aspects are not difficult and can be produced with a little training. As for the cost, it may require making several special pottery pieces."

The yellow mud water sugar sprinkling method was first recorded in the Ming Dynasty's "Tiangong Kaiwu", which is considered an important breakthrough in ancient sugar-making technology. The most important prop is the tile slide, a ceramic container that is wide at the top and pointed at the bottom. The rest is kaolin and pot bottom ash, or bamboo charcoal.

Luo Yuheng's face was filled with joy, his lips slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips he hesitated.

Song Yan smiled and said, "The Luo family also does business?"

"Of course we do. The Luo family owns three caravans and over a hundred shops of all sizes."

"If mother wants to do the sugar business, go find some trustworthy people and I will pass on the technology to them." Song Yan said so. To him, this was not a great method. He had countless technologies in his mind that could make more money than this.

Luo Yuheng treated him very well, so Song Yan didn't care much even if he asked for something in return.

What's more, this is also our own business.

"That's great. Mother won't let Yan'er lose out. I'll take care of the sugar-making workers, tools, sales shops, and caravans. And I'll give you 30% of the profits." Luo Yuheng said happily, her lips moving and her fingers counting, she had already started to calculate how much money she could make. Unfortunately, her calculation skills were quite limited. After calculating for a while, she felt dizzy and her head was swollen. She only knew that it was a very large number.

That look even made Song Yan feel a little cute.

A 30% profit is actually a very exaggerated proportion.

After all, this was ancient times, a feudal society.

There is no intellectual property.

If Song Yan had no background and did this business alone, the most likely scenario is that he would suddenly die one night and not even know how he died.

Compared with others, Luo Yuheng's identity as Ning Huang's sister and a member of the royal family is the biggest investment.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly: those male protagonists in novels and short plays who climbed up the ranks of princes and royal families, and then dared to ask for 70% or 80% profit, most of them thought their lives were too long. Even if they really gave it to you, there was no guarantee that you would be slaughtered as a fat sheep at any time.

"Thirty percent is too much, one percent is enough..."

"No need, this is what you deserve. With me here, no one can say anything if you take this 30%."

"How much is Ningguo Malt Sugar now? Not many people can afford it, right?" Song Yan was curious. "Thirty coins per ounce."

Ningguo’s name for money is very strange.

There are two main currencies: silver and copper coins.

Generally speaking, when we say a certain amount of money, it means that many copper coins. For example, thirty coins means thirty copper coins.

If you add the word "yin" after "qian", the meaning will be different. For example, one qian of silver is one tenth of one tael of silver, or one hundred copper coins.

Thirty coins for one liang, yes, one liang, this price is very expensive. Although it is not to the extent that ordinary people cannot afford it, it is obvious that for ordinary people, wouldn’t it be better to buy food with so many copper coins? It is enough to eat for several days!

"How much are you planning to sell it for?"

"Three hundred coins."

so dark!

Profiteer!

Ten times the profit.

"It doesn't really matter if it's a little more expensive. Sugar is only affordable for the rich and powerful, and these people don't care about the price."

"What they care about is being different. What they demand is that they have what others don't, and that theirs be of a higher quality. As long as this is met, people will buy a product even if it costs three strings of cash, not to mention three hundred coins."

“The more expensive it is, the more value they feel it’s worth.”

After a brief pause, Luo Yuheng spoke again: "I plan to divide the white sugar into two types. One type has a medium degree of purification, which is higher than ordinary malt sugar, but lower than white sugar. The price of this type is 300 coins."

"The other kind is as white as sand. Find some scholars to write some poetry and spread it around, giving it a different value, saying that it can only be made in the cold winter months, by collecting the essence of frost. Therefore, the price is higher, selling for three strings of coins, and it's sold in limited quantities."

Song Yan discovered that although his mother-in-law seemed a little unreliable on weekdays, she was actually a business genius who even knew how to use hunger marketing and gimmicks.

If this happened in the 21st century, he would definitely be a capitalist.

As he was thinking this, he heard Luo Yuheng say, "I heard from Zhao Hu that you also have Palm Thunder."

Song Yan smiled and said, "What palm thunder? It's just some small gadgets."

Seeing Luo Yuheng's curiosity, he took out a grenade he carried and handed it to Luo Yuheng. He wasn't surprised that Luo Yuheng knew all this. It wasn't just Luo Yuheng; perhaps someone else had already gotten their hands on his affairs.

However, he had already made plans on how to deal with Song Yan, so he was not too worried. He was just a little curious about how that person would react.

Was it to prevent leaks and immediately arrange for someone to imprison him, or was it something else?
Her delicate fingers caressed the surface of the ceramic. Somehow, this normal action seemed somewhat alluring when Luo Yuheng did it.
"how to use?"

"Here's a fuse, light it and throw it out!"

"So simple? How powerful is it?"

"See that teahouse over there? There are more than a dozen people sitting there. If we were thrown there, probably no one would survive."

The white swan-like neck moved gently, and Luo Yuheng's expression became solemn: "Can it be used on the battlefield?"

"Can!"

"It can be used to destroy city gates during sieges, to scare away cavalry, and in large-scale group battles, with a few modifications, it can be used as a catapult to hurl catapults at enemy formations."

Luo Yuheng's expression was more solemn than ever. As the eldest princess of the royal family, she was very aware of the value of this item. After a long silence, she slowly spoke: "Any information about this item must not be disclosed to anyone."

"Otherwise, it might bring you fatal disaster."

"Also, after Qixi Festival, when you return to Luo Mansion, I will arrange for a few extremely reliable people to follow you, but don't tell them the formula. Just let them handle some miscellaneous tasks, and secretly create a batch of palm thunder."

"Tianyi, from today on, you must always protect your brother-in-law and don't let anyone hurt him."

Luo Tianyi was stunned, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She wanted to say that it was impossible for a sister-in-law to stay with her brother-in-law all day long, but she stammered twice and turned her head away without saying a word.

Song Yan was also slightly stunned. Luo Yuheng's reaction was somewhat unexpected.

He had thought that Luo Yuheng might ask him to take out the formula and hand it over to the higher-ups. Since he still had to treat Luo Tianxuan, he wouldn't be imprisoned, but the number of guards following him would increase significantly.

But unexpectedly, Luo Yuheng did not mention the recipe at all, and did not even ask, but just wanted to make a batch secretly.

What is the mother-in-law going to do?
Sugar can bring money.

Money can be used to buy food, weapons, and armor.

Hand grenades are weapons of mass destruction that have never appeared on the battlefield.

There are money, food, and weapons. After a careful analysis by Song Yan's brain, which is comparable to Conan's, he finally came to a conclusion:
Is my mother-in-law planning to rebel?

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