Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

Wen Xiuyi doesn't think he has great abilities. Even when he was at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, a group of people worked together on research. Although there are not as many high-tech technologies and talents as postmodern times here, the wisdom of the ancients cannot be underestimated. .

Wen Xiuyi felt that he could no longer work alone and had to find talents in this field to work with him.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiuyi asked Old Man Wen again: "Dad, is there anyone in our village who is particularly good at farming? He is the kind of person who is very good at identifying problems and can grow better than others."

Old Man Wen blurted out without thinking: "You."

In other words, in the past two years, Wen Xiuyi has shown his talent in farming. Otherwise, Old Man Wen feels that everyone seems to be the same, and the things they grow are very different. There are no particularly good ones, but they must be particularly bad. have.

Luo Shi slapped Old Man Wen on the back: "My son is asking about other people, you and you."

Old Man Wen twisted his body. This damn old woman was very strong now, but he still replied: "Everyone is about the same. I don't see anyone who has a particularly good farm. Otherwise, I wouldn't be living like this these years."

Wen Xiuyi was slightly disappointed: "Oh, that's it, forget it."

"What's going on?" Old Man Wen asked when he saw him like this.

Wen Xiuyi expressed his thoughts.

Old Man Wen frowned and nodded in agreement: "This is not your fault. Boss, don't put too much pressure on yourself. We have been here this way for so many years. What you do now has changed too much." Don’t worry too much, don’t tire your body out.”

"I know, Dad."

If there is none in the village, then we can only start from other places.

Wen Xiuyi told County Magistrate Chen the next day that he would set up a group to specialize in rice research, and went to Magistrate Chen to apply for talent recruitment and funding.

After all, research costs money, no matter in any era. In addition, after recruiting people, you have to pay them some wages. You can't let people work in vain.

Magistrate Chen was no longer surprised by the wild things in Wen Xiuyi's mind. Seeing him talking to him again, Magistrate Chen himself laughed.

"Our yamen is almost out of money, do you know? After finishing the production team work, each village has allocated funds to distribute farm tools uniformly. The day before yesterday, you said that the progress of land reclamation could not keep up, so you allocated funds to buy more than a dozen head from Lao Jin. Each village was given one cow, but the taxes were not confiscated, so they just paid for it.

No money, no money, really no money, why don't you write a note to His Majesty yourself and see if you can get some money from the Ministry of Household Affairs. "

It’s funny to say that they were hoping for His Majesty’s edict from the stars and the moon, but they only gave him and Wen Xiuyi the right to go ahead and do it. If it succeeds, it will be promoted nationwide in the future. If the effect is not good, the production team’s The model stops at Yunwu Town.

It is said to be an imperial edict, but it is really only an imperial edict.

County Magistrate Chen actually wrote a note and handed it over to ask for money, but he has not received a reply so far. It is probably too much to say nothing.

He understands those people in the Ministry of Finance very well. They are the best at crying about poverty. He is even more procrastinating on things they are not sure about. Even if they are finally approved, they still don't know how much money they will get.

What County Magistrate Chen didn't tell Wen Xiuyi was that the officialdom was not as simple as farming. Some people were in favor and others were against it. There were many people who opposed His Majesty. Now that His Majesty's decree had been issued, they could just go ahead and do it. , those people have no choice.

But if they ask for money, I'm afraid those who oppose it will take the opportunity to stand up and obstruct it.

County Magistrate Chen broke down the stakes and told Wen Xiuyi in detail.

Wen Xiuyi frowned: "That's difficult to handle." He thought simply.

County Magistrate Chen touched his chin and said, "It shouldn't cost much, right? How about we go to Lao Lu and ask for it? Fucheng is rich, much richer than us. Fucheng is big enough and the taxes are high."

County Magistrate Chen raised his eyebrows. He couldn't keep catching him alone.

The two of them were discussing how to pick up Lu Ning's wool. On the other side, Qiu Rongrong and Wen Yao were also worried.

What they worry about is how to spend the money.

The business of Zuixian Tower is as good as ever. The profit of Zuixian Tower alone is several thousand taels every month.

Several imitators of roast duck restaurants and milk tea shops have opened in the town, but the business is still much worse than theirs. Together with the two shops in the dock, the profit can be tens of thousands of taels every month. Even if Wen Yao and Qiu Rongrong are against each other, At half a point, each person also has a profit of 5000 to [-] taels.

This does not include the income from several stores opened by the Qiu family in Jiangnan, which are even more prosperous. The eldest brother of the Qiu family did not treat the two sisters badly. He took half of the dividends and gave the other half to the two of them. Every time he got it, There are also ten thousand taels of silver per month.

Although Li Yi hasn't sent the money yet, the letter he wrote to Wen Yao also told them the approximate profit of the capital. According to what they had just discussed at the beginning, Li Yi would get 6000%, and Wen Yao and Qiu Rongrong would each get [-]%. In the first month, Guang Wenyao himself was able to get more than [-] taels of silver, which shows the capital's huge profits.

Moreover, these are pure profits, net profits after deducting all store, labor and raw material costs.

But no one dislikes having too much money. Now that several businesses in his hands have stabilized, Qiu Rongrong can no longer control her desire to make money.

Asking Wen Yao to put away all the banknotes, Qiu Rongrong took her hand and said:

"Now that several stores are stable, I think we should consider expanding our business. I plan to open another Zuixianlou, a roast duck restaurant, and a milk tea shop in Fucheng. Sister, do you have any other ideas? Let's open another one in Fucheng Think about what else you can do.”

Wen Yao didn't worry much about business matters. She only gave out ideas and didn't care much about anything else. To be honest, she was a little embarrassed to receive so many dividends. After all, she had let others do the work. Being a hands-off shopkeeper who only collects money makes me feel a little embarrassed to tell anyone about it.

So when Qiu Rongrong talked about this, Wen Yao became interested immediately.

"Okay, if we open a store in Fucheng, we can directly set up a workshop to make salted duck eggs and preserved eggs in Fucheng. This will save us the need to send people to Fucheng to collect duck eggs every half month." Wen Yao said.

Qiu Rongrong nodded her head with a smile and said: "Brother wrote a letter saying that the salted duck eggs and preserved eggs are selling very well in Jiangnan, and he also wants us to make more in the future and send them over. The ships at the dock going to Jiangnan are now There are more, and transportation is more convenient, what do you think?”

Although the profits of salted duck eggs and preserved duck eggs were not as high as those of restaurants and roast duck restaurants, mosquito legs were also meat, so Wen Yao would not be too dissatisfied and immediately agreed.

The two discussed it and decided to go to Fucheng one day to see if there was a suitable shop.