Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Because they don't have it, no matter how much people offer it, they have to accept it with a pinch of their nose. When the supply is insufficient to meet the demand, they still have to put on a smile and force people to sell it to them.

There is no way around it. Wine does have a market, and the rich and powerful all like to have a sip, especially the ladies and girls. Drinking wine at gatherings has become a trend lately.

If they don't make this money, others will.

So when they heard that Mrs. Lin could make wine, they were determined to sign a contract with her.

"Before, only outsiders mastered the technology of making wine. They raised the price arbitrarily, which led to the current inflated market price. Now that we can also make wine, the price should return to normal."

"Not only is the price I sell it for low, I also hope that your price will not exceed forty taels."

If the businessmen were excited before, they are now serious, with an unprecedented seriousness on their faces.

This seems to be a big deal.

I can even imagine how a jar of wine that costs 40 taels will be snatched away.

"Can we make money from this? The price is right now. If we don't make money, we'll just give it to others."

He was afraid that Mrs. Lin would not be able to make money and would stop making wine.

"I won't lose money. With a profit of 20 taels per jar, I believe you won't lose money either. I'm more interested in long-term business than making a quick buck."

They really can't lose money with a profit of twenty taels, and it can even earn more than importing from other countries. The key is that it saves them time and effort.

Lin knew clearly that once her wine was released, it would take away a portion of the sales of imported wine. If the winemaking was expanded further and the situation of supply and demand was reversed, the country of origin would also lower the price of the wine in order to sell it.

Rather than getting caught up in an endless price war, it is better to set the price as low as possible from the beginning. At twenty taels per jar, you will lose money even if you ship it.

What's more, grapes are not expensive in themselves, and twenty taels are enough for her to make a fortune.

Several merchants looked at each other and gritted their teeth: "Then it will be according to Madam Lin's will. Forty taels is forty taels."

However, this matter cannot be told outside this room, and no one except them can tell it. They can wait until next year when the wine is brewed and then take everyone by surprise.

Five merchants each ordered one thousand jars, for a total of five thousand jars.

After signing the contract, the merchants wanted to pay a deposit on the spot, but Lin waved his hand and told them to go to Xiahe Village next autumn to pay the money and get the goods.

"By the way, I wonder if anyone among you runs a restaurant?"

Restaurant?

Several people looked at Boss Luo, as he was the only one who owned a restaurant.

Boss Luo looked proud: "Mrs. Lin, please let me know if you have any requests."

"It's nothing special. I just want to ask Boss Luo if he will accept those three jars of wine."

The three jars of wine at home still need to be sold. There are too many places to spend money, so I must earn money if I can.

Boss Luo waved his hand and spent one hundred taels to buy three jars of wine, which made others very jealous.

The two agreed to go to Xiahe Village tomorrow to get the wine and learn the way in advance.

After leaving Xu's house, Lin asked Sifu to drive the ox cart to Ruyi Restaurant.

Manager Sun had been anxiously waiting for the past two days, but Lin had never showed up. He had just heard from the guests who had just left the Xu family's banquet that there were some new dishes that he had never seen before.

His intuition told him that Lin would definitely come today, so before the ox cart stopped, Lin made eye contact with Manager Sun who was guarding the door of the restaurant.

Manager Sun was overjoyed and trotted to the ox cart.

Lin got off the ox cart: "What a coincidence, Manager Sun."

Not coincidentally, he had been waiting for a long time.