Shipin Dalizheng

During dinner, Doctor Zhang mysteriously brought a bowl of medicine to Rong Tang.

Rong Tang stretched his head to take a look and saw a suspicious object inside. It made him blush and his heart beat fast. He quickly refused, "What is this thing you want me to drink? No, I won't drink it!"

"This is deer penis." Doctor Zhang said threateningly, "I have added many expensive herbs to it, specifically to nourish the kidney yang. If you don't drink it, I will give you acupuncture tomorrow."

Rong Tang blushed, "Old man, I'm not even fifteen yet, why are you in such a hurry? I'd rather die than drink this deer penis soup. At worst, I'll give it to you for acupuncture practice, even if I have to be paralyzed in bed."

Doctor Zhang was anxious. "Why aren't you anxious? You're getting married soon. Drink this and cooperate with me for two injections. This powerful Yang energy will surely help your little one grow strong and healthy."

The other people were used to the quarrel between the two and had become numb to it. No one was willing to sacrifice themselves and take the blame for him. They would just avoid looking at anyone and pretend to be busy.

So one person escapes and the other chases, and it becomes a drama where neither can escape even with wings.

Just as Rong Tang was grabbed by Doctor Zhang and a bowl of fishy deer penis soup was about to be forced into his mouth, Tongqian and Boss Tian came back.

Rong Tang broke free from his grip and stepped forward to ask Tongqian, "How is it? Did you find anything?"

Tongqian grinned, "Master, there are some around our yard, but not too many. Boss Tian and I were wandering around the sorghum fields in the village when we heard Granny Li crying. She said the sorghum seeds she bought were fake. Other people's sorghum seeds had already produced large ears of corn, but hers hadn't yet. They were quite tall, and she was afraid the harvest would be affected. Boss Tian went over to take a look and saw that her family had planted these green-stalked sorghum seeds, but they hadn't produced any ears of corn yet, and it wasn't ripe yet. We asked her where she bought the seeds and if many people bought them. She said quite a lot, but most of them were from other villages. Boss Tian and I decided to go to other villages to ask tomorrow."

Rong Tang was delighted and took the opportunity to grab the bowl from Doctor Zhang and handed it to him, "You've worked hard. Drink some tonic."

Since the master had rewarded him, he dared not refuse the drink. He pinched his nose and drank it all, which made Doctor Zhang so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

Boss Tian said, "Prince, I'm going to look for them..."

"Wait," Rong Tang stopped him, "Just stay here. You don't need to go anywhere else, and you don't need to dig ditches. Just spend your copper coins looking for this kind of sorghum. And tell others that I'll buy it when it's harvest time. The price will be slightly higher than other varieties, so they can stop worrying."

In fact, his worries were unnecessary. Even if someone was afraid of reduced production like Grandma Li, they would not destroy it as long as there was still a harvest.

Rong Tang's only regret was that sweet sorghum could only be extracted for sugar shortly after it emerged from the ears, when the pulp was released from the sorghum seedlings. If you squeezed it too early, it wouldn't be sweet, and if you squeezed it too late, the stalks would be dry and dehydrated. The sorghum grown by Eighth Grandpa was an early-maturing variety, or perhaps it was planted early, making this the critical period for producing sugar.

"Let's all rest. Ask the Eighth Master to come over tomorrow morning. For the copper coins, Boss Tian will stay with you for one night. You can find him a room tomorrow."

Boss Tian burst into tears and couldn't believe his good luck.

Tongqian (feeling like a copper steward) didn't really want to live in the same room with others, but he didn't dare to argue, so he immediately told Tian Laoda, "Wash yourself clean, you stink."

His status is different now, and he has to be more stylish.

That night, Tongqian was on fire and kept hugging Tian Lao Da. Tian Lao Da refused to give in. To maintain his innocence, he used all his strength to drive Tongqian out and blocked the door.

In the Southern Dynasty, Tongqian would go to a brothel to find a girl, but he wouldn't dare to do that here. He poured buckets of water on himself. He didn't dare to scold Rong Tang, but just scolded Doctor Zhang for being an old immortal.

He tossed and turned for most of the night before finding an empty house and wandered around for half the night until Boss Tian called him everywhere, and then he came out rubbing his eyes.

After practicing boxing, Rong Tang came over and instructed him, "Walk more, ask more questions. If you handle this matter, I will give you a monthly salary increase. Boss Tian, ​​you too."

Tian Lao Da was very surprised. He was finally on the shore. He ate a quick breakfast and took out some copper coins to leave.

Tong, the self-appointed steward, puffed out his chest and said, "No rush. If we want to be efficient, we have to go on horseback."

As a result, when the horse was brought over, he was knocked over several times and dejectedly begged Rong Wanli to drive for him. Coincidentally, Rong Wanli was afraid of Doctor Zhang's needles and was very willing to be the driver. The three of them went out together.

Chuncao went to pick up the yeast again. After a night, some of them grew white hairs. Those that had not grown white hairs by this time were probably useless.

"I'll go pick some Polygonum multiflorum flowers with Daya later and try making another batch."

Speaking of Daya, Chuncao glanced outside a few times. Daya eats three meals a day and should have come a long time ago. What happened today? She hasn't come for a while after dinner.

As they were talking, the Third Master, the Eighth Master, and the village chief Rong Dajiang came together.

First, two people stayed at home to make the wine, and then six people went out to buy the goods. After this task was completed, Rong Dajiang spoke.

"Yesterday, Anzi told me about building a workshop and expanding production. My uncle and I have also discussed it. It's the right thing to do. The bigger the business, the more money we can make. But right now, the villagers don't have much money to spend."

He fished out another cloth bag from his bosom, peeled back the layers, and revealed a few small silver ingots. He gritted his teeth and pushed them towards Anzi, "This is Anzi's mother's dowry jewelry. She sold it last year to help Anzi find a wife. I don't have any use for it, so I'll give it to you first."

His son did the math for him, and he's already made a lot of money in just a few days. It shows the wine business is a good business with high profits. Even if the villagers don't pay, Prince Tang will have some. When the time comes, Prince Tang will take the lion's share, including the recipe and dividends. Don't be jealous.

Rong Dajiang also visited many families overnight, trying to persuade them to invest some money. However, most people in the village were narrow-minded. They had no problem getting paid for their work, but they were afraid of losing everything if they were asked to invest money.

The villagers are afraid of poverty, and many families owe foreign debts, so they really don't dare to take risks.

Rong Tang of course understood and asked Chuncao to put the money away and keep a record of it.

Then they discussed where to build the workshop, how big it should be, how many vehicles to add, how many large animals to buy as labor, and how many more people to add later. All of these were finalized one by one.

Rong Tang rarely expressed his opinions. When Rong Dajiang asked him, he would say yes as long as there were no mistakes. This also meant gradually delegating power and letting them take care of themselves.

Finally, Rong Dajiang even thought that there should be a separate room in the workshop for discussing things, so that Rong Tang wouldn't have to run to the compound for no reason and make a noise to disturb Rong Tang.

After this was said, Rong Dajiang left, and the Third Master and the Eighth Master looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing that the Third Master seemed to have something to say and didn't want to tell it in front of others, Rong Tang asked the Eighth Master first.

"Eighth Master, yesterday the servants were ignorant and broke dozens of your sorghum plants. I should compensate you..."

The Eighth Master waved his hands like a palm-leaf fan and said, "No, no, the land is all yours, Prince Tang. We've secretly planted it for a few years, and it's all extra harvest. Besides, the crops aren't growing well, and they're so thin that we can't harvest many grains. If they're lost, we can't afford to pay for them. We can't afford to pay for them."

Rong Tang said, "Actually, I have another idea. I want to reclaim the land outside the courtyard to expand it. I want to ask the Eighth Master how much money or grain should be compensated to each family?"

The Eighth Master was momentarily unable to react. The land originally belonged to the Crown Prince, and he could take it back whenever he wanted. How could they dare demand compensation? It just felt a bit of a shame to cut down the sorghum now.