Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

Zhang Ling seemed to have expected this, and continued to drink his tea calmly. Liu Jie and Daniu were very curious, and although they were illiterate, they leaned forward and listened to the three people sighing with emotion.

After a long while, the three of them finally woke up from the artistic conception of the poems. Zhang Ling looked up and saw that the faces of the three of them were stern and their personalities seemed to become more resolute.

"Brother Zhang's extraordinary talent astounds us. Although most of these twenty-odd poems are not ornate, they are exciting and thought-provoking, and every word is a gem." Zhou Yixing bowed, full of admiration.

"Yes, I think we are so worried all day long without realizing it. We are lazy and don't know how to learn. Compared with Brother Zhang, I am really ashamed." Xia Wenshan also followed suit, with an even more admiring look on his face.

"Brother Zhang's poems are all meant to encourage others. Every word in them is a warning to the world and good advice. They will surely be passed down through the ages." Wang Huan hit the nail on the head, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, with infinite longing in his eyes...

"You are too kind. My humble work is not worthy of such praise. I am really ashamed." Zhang Ling was embarrassed and bowed hurriedly. After all, these were all copied poems, and he felt that he was indeed a bit shameless.

"Brother Zhang, don't be too modest. You said before that you wanted to take these poems to a bookstore for printing? Could it be that Brother Zhang wants to publish a collection of poems?" Zhou Yixing seemed to recall what the other party had said before and asked immediately.

"That's exactly what I meant, but the people from Fuxue Bookstore didn't even look at us and just kicked us out." Liu Jie on the side couldn't stand it anymore. He is a straightforward person and has a lot of things to say in his heart.

"It's really outrageous, unscrupulous and dishonest merchants, it's really a disgrace to the culture!" Zhou Yixing heard this and punched the tea table with an indignant look. Then he seemed to realize something and turned around and said, "Don't blame me, Wenshan, I didn't mean all merchants, I just said the manager of Fuxue Bookstore."

Xia Wenshan smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother Zhou, don't think too much. Wenshan knows it well. The Fuxue Bookstore has always been greedy for money and profit. If it didn't have some background, it would have found it difficult to gain a foothold in the Yingyang business community." After saying this, he frowned slightly and his expression immediately became serious.

"If Brother Zhang wants to publish a collection of poems, why not find Wang Huan?" Upon seeing this, Zhou Yixing immediately changed the subject.

"Yes! His father is the instructor of the county school, and the county government bookstore is also under his jurisdiction." Xia Wenshan clapped his hands and immediately agreed.

"If Brother Zhang is trustworthy, leave this matter to me. Just let me know if you have any requests." After hearing what the two said, Wang Huan immediately stepped forward and bowed.

"Thank you very much, Brother Wang. If the poetry collection is printed, the profits can be shared with the bookstore." Seeing the other party say this, Zhang Ling immediately put forward his own idea.

"Brother Zhang, what you mean is that if the bookstore sells each book, the profit will be shared with you, right?" Wang Can frowned, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

"That's right, and the profit cannot be less than 50%." Zhang Ling knew that the other party was hesitant, so he deliberately looked a little serious.

"Well, I can't guarantee this, but I will try my best to persuade my father. Maybe when he sees Brother Zhang's masterpiece, he will agree without hesitation. We still don't know. Please wait a moment, I will go back and report this to my father." After Wang Huan finished speaking, he picked up the poem, bowed, and walked quickly out the door.

After Wang Can left, Xia Wenshan immediately asked, "I heard from Brother Zhang that he needed money. Is there any difficulty?"

"Oh, it's not an important matter. Yesterday I just wanted to buy a few young and strong men back, but I couldn't bear it, so I spent all the money I brought with me. Now there are more than 30 people in the family, and the daily expenses are naturally a lot higher. So I want to earn some money to supplement the family income." Zhang Ling smiled lightly, looking relaxed.

"I see. If you need it, Brother Zhang, I can give you some silver first, and you can return it to me when you have a surplus at home."

"No merit, no reward. Thank you for your kindness, Brother Xia."

"In this case, I won't force you. If you need anything, Brother Zhang, just let me know." Seeing him say this, Xia Wenshan didn't want to force him.

"Okay." Zhang Ling bowed his hands. Xia Wenshan was from a merchant family after all, so he had to be cautious when dealing with him. If he asked him for help today, he would not be able to refuse if he asked for anything in the future.

Zhou Yixing, who was standing by, naturally knew what Xia Wenshan was up to, and quickly said, "Brother Zhang, do you have this Huangliang Xianjiu for sale? My father loves fine wine, and I want to buy some to honor him."

"Brother Zhou, you don't know that the production of Huangliang Xianniang is complicated, and the current output is very limited, only a few kilograms per day, so there is not much stock at home. I am planning to build a new winery and purchase some winemaking equipment. I can sell it to the outside world only after it is completed." Zhang Ling thought that the other party wanted to ease his predicament by buying wine, so he said.

"I wonder how much such a fine wine costs?" Zhou Yixing took the opportunity to ask after hearing this.

"Compared with fermented wine, the process of making this wine is several times more difficult and the fermentation time is longer. The grains required are very fine and the output is pitifully low, only one-tenth or one-twelfth of fermented wine. Therefore, the price is much higher. It is tentatively set at one tael for one tael." Zhang Ling suddenly realized that the other party was just inquiring about the price, so he did not resist and answered directly.

"One liang at a liang, that means ten liang per catty? Well, although the price is expensive, it is not unacceptable." Zhou Yixing smiled and nodded when he heard it.

"Mr. Zhou, you are wrong. I think ten taels per catty is too cheap!" Shopkeeper Zhao, who had been standing quietly for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

"Oh? Manager Zhao, what price do you think is more appropriate?" Zhang Ling was confused when he heard that, so he asked.

"I feel that this Huangliang Immortal Wine can still be used even if it is 20 taels per pound." Shopkeeper Zhao stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yixing also became interested at this time and couldn't help asking.

"As the saying goes, things are valuable because they are rare. I dare not guarantee that this wine is the best in the world, but I can assert that this wine will definitely be sought after by the world. If the production is huge, the price may be low, but if it is only owned by Mr. Zhang's family, then even if it is only one hundred taels per catty, there will be a lot of rich children flocking to it, so I say this." Shopkeeper Zhao smiled and seemed confident.

"What Manager Zhao said is true. I can guarantee that in the world today, we are the only family that knows how to brew this wine. If we pair it with exquisite bottles and glasses, such as jade, crystal, or glass, and invite popular singers or literary giants to promote it, it will surely become famous, and countless people will rush to buy it." Zhang Ling probably knew the purpose of the other party at this time, and he no longer concealed it in his heart, and immediately put forward his own suggestions.