Shipin Dalizheng

Everyone was delighted. Steward Tao blinked, "Prince, what are you doing..."

Rong Tang said casually: "I have no money, so I do some small business."

Butler Tao blamed himself a lot. The entire mansion depended on the prince for support. The servants received monthly wages, but the master did not.

"Sir, you are now the one who has the final say in the Earl's Mansion. Of course, the money is yours to use urgently. I will have someone, no, I will personally deliver the money tomorrow."

Rong Tang waved his hand, "No need, just take care of the accounts. The village's accounts will not be settled together with the Bo's Mansion."

Although Housekeeper Tao didn't understand, he agreed and said one more thing, "The previous accountant of the Bo Mansion was Master Jin's man. He resigned after my aunt took over the household. Now the accounts are in disarray and my aunt can't figure it out, so she asked what to do."

"Wait until Rong An comes back, borrow it for a few days, and then find another one later."

Butler Tao asked many more questions about managing the Bo Mansion, and Rong Tang gave solutions one by one. After dinner, Butler Tao left with the two turtles, one big and one small.

Aunt Dahu came over with a bucket and asked Chuncao with a worried look on her face, "These little crucian carp are as big as finger-sized melon seeds, with little meat and lots of thorns. What should I do with them?"

Of course, they are a poor family and will not waste anything. After all, it is meat, but Prince Tang may not be able to swallow it.

Chuncao had heard Rongtang say that frying small fish twice made them crispy and fragrant, eliminating any waste, so she explained the method. Aunt Dahu was also clever, and she understood it immediately. She cleaned the crucian carp and melon seeds, marinated them for a while, coated them in egg and flour, and fried them in a pan. The aroma instantly filled the air, wafting far and wide. It soon attracted a large group of village children, who were lying on both sides of the gate, their heads stretched out and drooling.

Rong Tang leaned on the bamboo couch, looking like laughing.

When it is fried for the second time, the aroma is even stronger.

Chuncao brought out a plate and stuffed one into Rongtang's mouth. It was delicious and crispy. Even though he was full, he couldn't help but want to chew a few.

More and more children were peeking outside. A few brave ones, who had played turtle hunting with copper coins in the morning, were also given some crucian carp and melon seeds. However, their mothers cooked them into fish paste, which was prickly and fishy, ​​and tasted very bad.

Rong Dahai's son Rong Xiaochuan swallowed his saliva and shouted loudly, "Gou Ge, Gou Ge."

Tongqian came out of the kitchen, stuffed several into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I've already told you that I'm called Tongqian now. You can call me Brother Tong or Brother Qian."

"Brother Tongqian, are you still going fishing? I asked my mother to do the same. It smells so good!"

Aunt Dahu came out and scolded her with a smile, "No matter how much you fish, your mother can't make it taste this good. It's such a waste of oil. Go away, go away, what a shame to block the door."

The children in the village had never eaten good food, so they were so greedy for such delicious little fish. They all looked at them with eager eyes, and she felt embarrassed watching them.

Rong Tang waved outside, "Want to eat?"

"think."

More than a dozen kids said in unison.

"Come and line up."

The kids quickly lined up in a long queue, waiting for Rong Tang to put a small fish into their wide-open mouths one by one.

"Does it smell good?"

"fragrant."

"Do you still want it?"

"want."

Rong Tang stopped dividing the flowers and said to them, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. If you want to eat something delicious, you have to work hard to earn it. Now I'm giving you a task. Go to the river or the hillside behind and pick some maliao grass. Don't take the ones with the brightest flowers, just the ones with the brightest flowers. A handful of flowers will give you five small fish. No more, either. Go quickly."

The kids scattered in a hurry, fearing that if they arrived too late, all the fish would be divided up.

A small basket of crispy fish emerged from a large bucket of crucian carp and melon seeds. Rong Tang asked Chuncao to divide the food into several portions, leaving enough for the children: half a bowl for those going into the city, and two bowls left over. Before they could finish dividing the food, Doctor Zhang rushed over like a fire on his butt and took a bowl away for himself.

This made Rong Tang see the possibility of "bribery".

Obviously there are more wolves than meat, and the crucian carp seeds are not enough to share, and it is very troublesome to clean up. Aunt Dahu said that no matter how delicious it is, she doesn't want to do it every day.

The kids came back quickly, followed by three people who went to the city to sell wine. They all had smiling faces and it seemed that everything was going well.

Seeing the three of them coming back, those who stayed behind all ran over to ask about the situation. The three thirsty people drank enough water, and Rong An reported the situation.

"The three of us pulled the wine jars into the city and didn't go anywhere else. We first went to the Xiankelai Restaurant and found Manager Gu.

Shopkeeper Gu tasted the wine and said it was pretty good, but the restaurant had signed a supply contract with someone for their wine, so it was hard to break the contract. We thought there was no hope, but then a dozen soldiers from the barracks came in for dinner. They complained that the wine was not only bland but also expensive. Shopkeeper Gu remembered our wine and brought two jars to try. The soldiers were very satisfied and said they would dine at Xiankelai often. Shopkeeper Gu asked the boss for permission and kept all our wine. This is the payment.

This time, they only carried ten jars, or two hundred jin (approximately 200 kg) of wine, for a total of sixteen liang (approximately 80 wen) per jin (approximately 200 kg).

"I figured this deal was worth it, so I decided to give it to you, Prince Tang. Did you make a loss?"

If you do the math, it's indeed not a loss. Even if you can purify one kilogram out of four kilograms, you can still make a 50% profit. What's more, this is just a test product. As long as people can accept it, we can continue in the future.

The men in the village were all very excited. This was a profit, and their hard work for several days was not in vain.

Rong Tang lowered his head in thought, thinking about how the dozen or so soldiers appeared at such a timely moment.

"I gave Manager Gu our village address. Once the wine is sold out, he'll send people to pick it up. Next, we need to promote it as much as possible. Tomorrow we plan to try it out in other towns. If the response is good, we can start the business in earnest. By the way, how much wine have you brewed in the past half day?"

"Rong Dazhu said, 'Thirteen jars, twenty-two of them are already in stock, and the inferior liquor used as raw material is almost gone.'"

After all, the loss is quite large.

Rong An gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go to town later to see if Manager Lu still has any. If not, then..."

Rong Tang said, "Don't be impatient about this. Shopkeeper Lu is prone to ulterior motives. He just bought a few thousand kilograms, and now he wants more. I'm afraid he'll raise the price. His wine, as muddy as water, is not worth the high price. Go home and rest tonight. Don't be too nervous. I'm going to conduct an experiment here. Once it succeeds, you won't have to be controlled by others."

The experiment he wanted to do was of course to make wine yeast. He would first make sweet wine yeast. In his opinion, sweet glutinous rice wine might not be less popular than white wine.

To be honest, the men were indeed tired. They worked non-stop day and night, and couldn't get enough rest even when working shifts in the middle of the night. Their eyes were all black from exhaustion.

They looked at each other and said, "Well, we're out of firewood, so let's go get some."

Rong Tang frowned slightly, "You can't work so hard like this. There's no end to the work, and no end to the money. Let the firewood picking work go."

Just at this moment, the kids had completed the transaction of exchanging flower spikes for small crispy fish. Each of them held the small fish in one hand and carefully took one with the other hand to put it into their mouth and slowly bite it. They were so happy.

"Would you like to eat meat tomorrow?"

The kids cheered, "Yes."

They thought that Prince Tang was going to prepare a banquet again and were very happy.

"If you want to eat meat, go pick up some firewood and bring it over tomorrow. One pound..." He turned to Rong An and asked, "How much is the firewood?"