Shipin Dalizheng

"Forget it then." Rong Tang leaned back and sighed, "Go again tomorrow and find someone who should be reliable."

The last thing was the Hundred Flowers Never-Falling Skirt. "I've contacted several embroidery shops, and most of them said they had to order three months in advance. If you want more, the price would be doubled. Then one embroiderer, surnamed Xue, said that a fourth-rank official's daughter had ordered a skirt that spring, and it was almost finished. But the family got into trouble and was exiled, leaving the skirt without an owner. If the owner is in a hurry, they're willing to sell it for half the price. If not, they'll come to your house and make it quickly for you. I've asked them to come tomorrow to take your measurements."

Rong Tang was unlucky. Wishing a girl a happy marriage was such an important day, and buying something the daughter of a convicted official had decided not to buy was just a joke. It was a good thing Rong Zhan refused, or else he would have scolded him to death.

Chuncao, unaware of the Master's efforts in preparing her coming-of-age gift, was happily selecting koji for white wine with Daya. Perhaps because they had experience making sweet wine koji before making white wine koji, their success rate was relatively good, about half.

"Let's make another batch tomorrow using this old koji. It should be even better."

When the two of them finished picking up the things, Rong Wanli happened to come back in his carriage. Before they could drive the carriage to the backyard, the three of them jumped out and ran towards Rong Tang.

Rong Wanli's Qinggong skills came into play again, and he ran to Rong Tang twice as fast as Tongqian and Tian Laoda. "Master, great news, Fuxinzhuang! We've discovered hundreds of acres of sweet sorghum fields in Fuxinzhuang. I asked a few households, and they said Fuxinzhuang has always planted this variety. Besides ripening later than other varieties, the sorghum is edible, and the stalks can also be used as a snack to quench thirst. Hundreds of acres! That's hundreds of acres!"

The copper coin was running slow, and he was very unhappy that Rong Wanli had interrupted him, so he quickly added, "They also sell sorghum. The fields they plant outside should all be the seeds that flowed out of Fuxinzhuang."

Rong Tang turned around with his hands behind his back. Fu Xinzhuang, his Fu Xinzhuang!

He pointed at Rong Zhan and said, "Go to your former master tonight and tell him I have a deal. If he helps me take over Fuxinzhuang, I'll give him 10%, no, 20%, of the profit on my new workshop."

Rong Zhan didn't agree immediately, but said, "Master, if you need help, I will definitely run around for you. But the new workshop is not even in sight, so why not make any promises yet?"

It would be so embarrassing if it doesn't work out by then. Just consider it a favor and make it up later!

The master and the former master are getting more and more involved. It’s a help at least, which is great.

"You don't have to rush back overnight. Stay at the Bo's mansion for one night. Remember to tell Butler Tao that you can start spreading the word about selling the shop."

Rong Wanli was still watching eagerly from the side, feeling a little dizzy. It was so easy and so fast. Because of a few hundred acres of sorghum fields, his master was going to have a head-on confrontation with his father.

I guess in a few days, Kingston will be furious and file a lawsuit against his master for disobeying his parents. Da Yue attaches great importance to filial piety, and I hope his master will not be dragged away and beaten with a stick.

The laws at that time were extremely harsh in some aspects. For example, if a father accused his son of disobedience, the accusation would be successful and the government would beat his son with a stick without asking any questions.

On the other hand, if the son sues the father, the father will be beaten with a stick first unless the father has committed the crime of treason.

He was worried about his master.

The team that went out to collect the wine came back at dusk, bringing two large ox carts with them. They said that they had found a new winery that was willing to deliver the wine to their door on a long-term basis.

Rong An fanned himself as he spoke, "I thought our family would start making our own wine soon, so we didn't sign a supply contract with him. But his wine is really good, with a unique flavor, and it's a new product."

They had calculated that they had to get the money back from the wine shop in town. If they wanted to open a shop, they couldn't have only one flavor, they had to have at least a dozen or twenty. Now they only had three or four, which was far less.

"You decide these matters."

Rong Tang saw that Rong An seemed to be more tired than others. Come to think of it, he was originally a scholar. He worked as an accountant in the shop for several years and never traveled far or did any heavy lifting. He could not compare with other farmers in terms of physical strength. It was indeed hard work.

When he got home, he often couldn't even rest. He had to sort out the day's accounts and reconcile them with Chuncao. He was like a bookkeeper, and also a hard worker. He might be able to hold out for now, but would he be able to handle it once his business grew bigger?

"Rong An, have you ever thought about just being the accountant at home and having someone else do your shopping?"

Rong An was a little hesitant. It was the first time for him to play a leading role in a business deal, and he felt that the responsibility was heavy. In addition, he was not sure about handing over the financial transactions to others.

But he also knew that he could no longer hold on after working so hard for the past few days.

"Rong An, there's always work to do, and there's always money to be made. Even if you work yourself to death, you're still just one person. There are some things you should let go of, and others may not be unable to do it."

"Prince Tang is right. I'll think about it and find someone trustworthy to take over."

He didn't know what was going on. In the past, he trusted all the uncles and brothers in the village, but when it came to the business of the whole village, he started to worry about no one except himself.

Rong Tang patted his shoulder and said, "As our business grows bigger and bigger, I actually planned to let you be my personal accountant, taking care of all the accounts. Think about it!"

Rong An was particularly conflicted. Becoming the accountant of Prince Tang was also equivalent to becoming the accountant of the Jian'an Earl's Mansion. In his spare time, he could review his lessons and prepare for the exam, hoping to become a scholar.

"I will think about it."

After unloading the wine, the juice extraction equipment made by the Central Court was also ready. Rong Qianqi asked Rong Tang to inspect it. Rong An was curious and went to see it.

Rong Tang was very satisfied with the finished product, and especially praised the cylindrical hole made by Rong Qianqi, praising it for being deep, straight, and polished smoothly.

Rong Dashan smiled innocently and didn't argue for the credit. Suddenly, Rong An discovered a treasure. Rong Dashan was very good. He could read and count, was hardworking, and could not make mistakes when he went out to purchase goods or collect payments.

Moreover, this person has excellent character and is not worried about fraud at all.

His eyes were bright and he made up his mind.

At this time, everyone still didn't know what this thing was used for and asked one after another. Rong Tang decided to keep it a secret for now, "You will know soon."

We first conducted an experiment on the sweet sorghum outside the hospital, and then made several more sets, or even more equipment.

It was getting late, and everyone in the village agreed to go home. When they were leaving, they met Doctor Zhang who was picking his teeth and walking back. The men in the village all stepped aside, treating Doctor Zhang as a plague god.

Rong Tang was puzzled and asked Chuncao, "What happened to Old Man Zhang? Did he catch the villagers to practice again?"

Chuncao giggled, "No, didn't he treat several patients with broken arms and legs in the Bo Mansion? I went to treat them these past two days, and every time they treated them, they cried and screamed, their pain was worse than going through fire and water. The neighbors were scared by what they heard and thought he was a cruel man."

In fact, others have really wronged Doctor Zhang. He really treats injuries, and those treated by him will definitely recover. It’s just that the process lacks the participation of anesthesia, and a good treatment is interpreted as a murder.

"Boy, you said you'd make me something delicious? I'm very picky, and I'll scold you if it's not tasty."

Rong Tang's mouth twitched, and he asked Chuncao to go to the kitchen to get him a few dishes. Maybe it was because Aunt Dahu was trying to make it for the first time, so the taste was different from what Rong Tang remembered. Only the strange-tasting peanuts had a special taste.

Doctor Zhang pinched a few peanuts with a look of disgust, but he didn't stop eating.