Shipin Dalizheng

As there were letters from Jiangnan that he had not read yet, Rong Tang had to go back to Rongjia Village first. He said goodbye to Wei Wu and Rong Xian, and rode as fast as he could, heading straight to the west of the city. It was almost dark when he got home.

Chuncao said from the carriage, "The messenger either recognized you or me. I was working in the yard when it suddenly fell on my head. It hurt so much. Brother Wanli went to chase him, but he said he was exhausted and the messenger still got away. Brother Wanli was devastated by this."

Rong Tang was speechless. This group of people in the black market in the Northern Dynasty knew that they could trust each other, but they still liked to play mysterious games.

The letters written to him were still mainly addressed to Butler Lu and Wu Ji. This time, Wu Ji wrote a lot, mostly related to Nangong Yan. Seeing that Nangong Yan seemed to have escaped at the end, Rong Tang's face became solemn, and countless suspicious events once again surfaced in his mind.

He was now almost certain that Nangong Yan was a reborn person.

This kind of person is difficult to deal with because he knows things that others don't know, things that will happen in the future, and makes plans in advance.

This has its advantages, but it is not absolutely good. It seems to be a prophetic word, but in fact there are many variables in this world that cannot be predicted by the reborn person, such as him, a time traveler.

Because he believed too much that what happened in the previous life would happen again in this life, Nangong Yan got a lot of information wrong, such as Nangong Heng was not dead at all, and why the Mizhou Dam had never collapsed.

He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. The butterfly effect caused by the time traveler would impact his cognition in two lifetimes.

After arranging his words, he wrote back, "Mr. Feng Xiang, what Rong Tang is about to say may be beyond your comprehension. This world is very mysterious. Everyone has a past life and a present life. Some people, for some special reasons, still remember what happened in their past life, and then their life is like starting over again..."

It is known that I was not in his memory of his past life, so I am the variable in his life. A butterfly flapping its wings in the south of the Yangtze River may cause turmoil in the mountains and rivers of the northern frontier. Feng Xiangjun, Rong Tang doesn’t know if you can understand. Now let’s sort it out. In Nangong Yan’s memory, Nangong Heng is dead, but you and I know that he is alive. Nangong Yan thought that the Mizhou Dam would burst, but it didn’t. His escape now may prove that a major uncontrollable event occurred in the imperial city in his previous life, or perhaps a crisis of national destruction. Next, Feng Xiangjun will pay close attention to the dynamics around the imperial capital. Natural disasters, man-made disasters, and epidemics are all possible. It is not easy to transmit information over a thousand miles. Now I will tell you some ways to deal with emergencies. You can work together with people you trust to prevent them...

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He wrote a long stack of paper in a very eloquent manner, and it was already dark.

He handed the letter to Rong Wanli and said, "Tomorrow morning, take it to this grocery store and throw the letter on his head. Wouldn't that vent your anger?"

Rong Zhan hurriedly stopped him, "No, be nicer. It costs over a hundred taels of silver to deliver a letter."

Rong Tang felt a pang in his heart, "Oh my god! So expensive? Didn't you say they were family?"

Rong Zhan said, "He said he wouldn't send them off even though they weren't his own people. He said they also need to eat."

Rong Tang hesitantly withdrew his hand, "How about writing a few more pages?"

If he makes this trip back and forth several times a month, he will go bankrupt.

"There are too many to send away. I think they raised birds of prey. They fly high and have strong combat capabilities. If these were ordinary carrier pigeons, they would most likely be intercepted."

There was really no other way. Rong Tang decided at this moment that he would build his own communication system in the future.

After sending the two away, Rong An came over with the account book, "Prince Tang, although it's quite late now, you have to go to Fuxinzhuang early tomorrow morning, so I'd better give you the account first."

On the way, Rong Tang heard that the winery had been built and all the equipment in the backyard had been moved away. Now there was juice extraction equipment installed to make sugar. It was estimated that too much money had been spent and the shares had to be redistributed.

"You said."

"The winery cost thirty-five taels, including the land and construction. The village built five carts, and I bought two oxen and three mules, which cost another eighty-five taels. Plus..."

"Stop, stop. You don't have to give the detailed account. Just tell me what's going on now."

Rong An sighed, "Including the money spent on rearranging the wine shop in town, the prince's reserve silver has been used up one hundred and forty taels, and that's not even the construction of the school. If we build a school..."

Rong Tang basically understood what was going on. The villagers raised too little money, and he himself contributed too much. Together with the 30% from the wine recipe, he could own 70% to 80% of the shares, which had lost the original intention of uniting Rongjia Village.

His original intention was to provide security for all the villagers in Rongjia Village, not to earn all the money for himself.

"Let's put it this way. The school should be built as it should be. I will personally contribute 30% of the principal, and the rest will be considered a loan from me to the villagers. As long as the children are in school and the adults are working, each person will pay back a few dozen to a hundred coins per month, as long as the repayment is sufficient. As for the winery, I remember Rong Zhan and his group also contributed silver as a stake, but it was counted together with my share. Now only his own share is counted. There are two solutions for the silver I contributed. One is to also count it as a loan from the village and repay it in installments from the profits later. The other is to convert this part of the silver into shares and I will hold them now. But I won't hold on to these shares forever. Villagers who don't have shares in the future can buy some from me, with a maximum of three taels per household, until they are all sold out and I only have Fangzi shares left."

It took Rong An a while to digest Rong Tang's words. After he understood, his heart was filled with emotions. Prince Tang was really willing to suffer any loss for the sake of the Rong family's villagers.

"I'll calculate the shareholding ratio overnight and post it at the entrance of the winery tomorrow morning."

"One more thing. I plan to use the wine shop in town as the signature storefront for the Rongjia Village Winery. I'll just collect rent every month. Please draft a lease agreement and sign it with Chuncao tomorrow. We'll both settle our accounts and make it clear."

The next morning, a large piece of red paper was pasted on the wall of the screen door outside the main gate of the winery. People who came to work stood in front of the red paper and pointed at it, not knowing what was written on it.

Village chief Rong Dajiang explained word by word the total investment, current assets, each family's investment, and their respective shareholdings. Rong An couldn't calculate percentages, and even if he could, the villagers wouldn't understand. So the percentage was the total investment of 235 taels divided by the silver contributed by each family.

For example, if someone invested five taels of silver, he would own five of the 235 shares; if someone invested two and a half taels of silver, he would own two and a half of the 235 shares.

The villagers understood, but some were confused.

Chief Li said, "Anzi, I remember that our Li clan contributed a total of fifteen taels and five cents, which was the largest share. How come it's so little now, not even 10% of the total investment?"

Rong An knew someone would be confused. "Grandpa Li, back then the village raised very little money, less than eighty taels in total, so of course your family got a larger share. Now we've bought land, built a workshop, bought carts and livestock, and even the shop in town is for our winery to use. These are all considered assets of the winery. If we build a school in the future, that will also be an asset of the winery. Grandpa Li, your family has a share in all of these. Do the math and see which one is more profitable?"

After the calculations, Chief Li found that the money contributed by the entire village could only be exchanged for these animals at most. The rest belonged to Prince Tang, so it was inevitable that he would have a larger share.

Of course, some people also sighed, "Prince Tang's wine recipe alone accounts for 30% of the shares. He himself took half of the remaining shares, and his subordinates also took the majority of the shares. In the end, our village only holds less than 30%..."