Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 84

Fan Zheng looked at Cao Fugui with embarrassment, and said with a sneer, "It's different now, different from the past. Didn't Brother Zhao come today? Since Brother Zhao is here, I have to introduce you."

Cao Fugui looked at Fan Zheng who was talking nonsense with his eyes open, snorted coldly, and then stopped talking.

"Brother Zhao, these few don't believe in the quality of cement, so they want to go to your Longmen Fort, what do you think?" Fan Zheng smiled while holding Zhao Wen's hand.

"Okay, anyway, I don't have anything to do these days, so I can go for a while." Zhao Wenyun said lightly.

"Then let's make an agreement, just four days later, we will go there in four days."

"Four days later, that's fine."

"Okay, then it's settled." Fan Zheng smiled.

At this time, Cao Fugui stood up. He looked at the two people who seemed very familiar and said, "In that case, let's go first."

Cao Fugui cupped his hands at Fan Zheng, then turned and left.

The others also bowed their hands to Fan Zheng, followed behind Cao Fugui, and went out.

After walking out of Yuan Fuxiang, Cao Fugui looked back at Yuan Fuxiang's huge signboard, and spat directly, "Damn, what? What kind of sub-treasurer are you asking us to do? Isn't it asking us to give him Do you want to work? It’s really a good plan.”

"Shopkeeper Cao, didn't you see it just now? The two of them are almost wearing a pair of trousers. The old boy surnamed Fan has been holding Zhao's hand, which is closer than holding the hand of a big girl." Kong Zhongming squinted With eyes closed, he said with a look of disgust.

The one surnamed Kong is one of the eight great Shanxi merchants and the big treasurer of the Kong family.

"Then what should we do now? Do we still need to do the cement business?" Qiao Liang, the shopkeeper of the Qiao family, looked at Cao Fugui and asked cautiously.

Cao Fugui looked at Qiao Liang and said in a cold voice: "Do it, why not? If this cement is really as good as that old boy surnamed Fan said, then why don't we do it? Don't you see the weight of this cement? ?

Although we can only get the goods from Fan, we can't stand the fact that this cement is very popular.For a while, there was a lot of banditry in Shaanxi.The gentry over there have been desperately strengthening the house for a while.

Especially those big families with names and surnames built villages.Think about it, if we transport the cement to Shaanxi, how much value will it have? "

Kong Zhongming listened to Cao Fugui's words, and said thoughtfully: "The old boy surnamed Fan said that cement is not only cheaper than triadic soil, but also more viscous than ordinary triadic soil. The key is that the city wall built is hard and high. Ordinary bows and arrows , the firecracker can't hurt at all.

If this is the case, then we can make a lot of money. "

"Hey, who's to say it's not? The cement was created by the defense of Longmen Fort. Before, I thought he was a warrior who could only kill people. I didn't expect that there would be a lot of money. It seems that we will have to fight with him in the future. The defense of Longmen Castle is so close." Cao Fugui let out a long breath and said slowly.

I have to say that this old boy surnamed Fan is really accurate.

Who would have thought that a terribly poor frontier army would have what it is today?

Thinking of this, Cao Fugui couldn't help shaking his head, got on the carriage outside Yuan Fuxiang, and left slowly.

At this time, Fan Zheng was sitting on the main seat, twirling his beard with his right hand, frowning: "It's not that this nitrate is unavailable, but that this nitrate is a material controlled by the imperial court, so it's not easy to get it. Besides, brother Zhao What do you want nitrate for? To make gunpowder?"

Zhao Wen picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said slowly: "The stalls of this Longmen Fort are getting bigger and bigger, and money is needed everywhere. I am going to conscript again these days. You know, this Longmen Fort There used to be one guard, but there are four thousand households under one guard.

Although the Longmen Guard was downgraded after being breached by the Tartars, it also gave me the establishment of a Thousand Households.Up to now, I only have a hundred soldiers and horses in my hands. What can such a small number of people do?I have to expand, but this expansion requires money.Before repairing Longmen Fort, I still used your money, brother.I'm so poor now, where did I get the money? "

"The imperial court won't pay you food and salary?" Fan Zheng looked at Zhao Wen suspiciously.

Logically speaking, Zhao Wen also belonged to the establishment of the Xuanfu Frontier Army, and he was also paid by the imperial court.

No matter how it looks, Zhao Wen seems to be short of money now.

Zhao Wen smiled wryly, and said helplessly: "Military salary? Ever since I became the garrison of this Longmen Fort, I haven't seen any money. At that time, the emperor asked the Xuanzhi eunuch to send me a message, saying that the imperial court was in short supply. , I hope I can understand and understand the imperial court, let me raise food and other things by myself."

"This imperial court is really, really, really so much." Fan Zheng sighed, "But, what does this have to do with Nitrogen?"

When Zhao Wen heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said mysteriously: "As long as you can provide nitrate, then I can give you a business bigger than cement. This business is unbelievably big."

"What? Are you lying to me?" Fan Zhengteng stood up from his chair and looked at Zhao Wen in disbelief.

The small cement kilns in Longmenbao used to produce at least two thousand catties of cement per day.

Fan Zheng has also visited the cement kilns that are being built now, and they are more than double the size of the previous cement kilns.

That means that each cement kiln can produce at least [-] jin of cement per day, and [-] cement kilns can produce [-] jin of cement per day.

That month was more than 240 million catties of cement.

Not counting other things such as cost and labor costs, if every catty of cement is calculated at five renminbi, then this month's gross profit alone would be more than 1 taels of silver.

So much in a month, that year is more than 100 million taels of silver.

Although it is impossible to have good sales of cement every month, nearly 100 million taels of silver a year is still guaranteed.

One million taels of silver a year, this is the first time Fan Zheng has seen such a big business since he grew up so big.

It was also because there was too much money, and I was afraid that the Fan family would not be able to eat it, otherwise, the Fan family would have swallowed it all by themselves, so what else could anyone else do?

Now, Zhao Wen told himself that there was a voice louder than cement, how could Fan Zheng not be shocked?
Fan Zheng saw that Zhao Wen's expression did not seem to be fake, his body trembled slightly, and his tone trembled, "Can you tell me what kind of business it is?"

Seeing Fan Zheng like this, Zhao Wen felt happy.

The pit has been dug for you, and it depends on whether you can jump or not.Spit out everything you eat, you take up too much of the cement thing.

Looking at Fan Zheng's appearance, as long as the interests are big enough, even if the pit is full of spikes, Fan Zheng will definitely jump down.

Zhao Wen stood up, put his hands behind his back, and turned around in the hall.

"Brother Fan, do you know dioramas?"

"Diorama? You know, the owner of the house has several. A palm-sized mirror will sell for nearly a hundred taels, which is frighteningly expensive. However, the figure is really clear, and even the fine hairs can be seen clearly." Fan Smacking his mouth, he said with emotion.

Fan Zheng recalled the scene when he saw the mirror in the owner's hand at that time, and he still has endless aftertaste. The mirror was a birthday gift from the owner's friend in the south.

That thing still sells for nearly a hundred taels in the south. If it is shipped to the north, the 100 taels will definitely not be able to stop it, at least 20 more taels of silver will be needed.

Fan Zheng was pondering in his heart, when he suddenly thought of something, his body shook, his eyes widened, his body was shaking like a chaff sieve, pointing at Zhao Wen with trembling hands, he stammered: "You, you!" Are you telling me that you can make dioramas?"

Zhao Wen turned around and looked at Fan Zheng with a smile on his face.

He snapped his fingers, and said calmly: "Congratulations, you guessed right! I need nitrate, not for anything else, but to produce mirrors."

"Uh uh uh!!!"

Fan Zhengzheng seemed overly shocked by Zhao Wen's news. He was slumped on a chair, humming and patting his chest with his right hand.

Fan Zheng hastily picked up the teacup on the table, took two sips, pressed it, and hurriedly shouted to an old servant standing outside the hall: "Fan Laosi, come here. You take the nursing home and give it to me." I will clear the living room within three feet, and no one will be allowed to come in."

"Yes!"

The old slave named Fan Laosi let out a deep drink, and hurried out.

After a few breaths, the living room was filled with vicious guards holding sticks.

This news is too shocking, and the value is too great, there is no room for Fan Laosi to be careless.

Fan Zheng looked at the guard who was holding a stick outside the hall, took a few deep breaths, adjusted his breathing, and asked cautiously, "Brother Zhao, are you serious?"

Zhao Wen sat on the chair and drank a few more sips of tea, "This tea is not good, it's tasteless."

"Come here, this year's new tea is the Yuqian Longjing that was delivered a few days ago."

"This chair is a bit hard, and it's too small to make it uncomfortable."

"Brother Zhao, come, sit on my chair, which has cotton pads and is spacious." Fan Zheng hurriedly lifted Zhao Wen's arm, and let Zhao Wen sit on the main seat in the hall.

Sitting on the chair, Zhao Wen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, the cement I produced can't be bought and sold independently, which is a bit too much."

Hearing Zhao Wen's words, Fan Zheng thought about it for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, and said harshly: "We will discuss the price of cement in the future. You and I are the big shopkeepers of this cement industry. The cement we sell will cost five of us. How about five cents?"

As the saying goes, if you can't bear to let a child catch a wolf.How big is the profit of this diorama? Others don't know, but he, Fan Zheng, knows it very well.

"My mirror is several times clearer than a diorama, and it's also much larger than a diorama. I can even make out ones as big as doors and windows." Zhao Wenkong said with white teeth.

"As the saying goes, if you don't want your child to play tricks on you, don't look for a wolf. The profit of this diorama is too great. It's nothing to sacrifice a little bit of cement for the sake of the diorama. Let's fight!" Fan Zheng muttered in his heart, and then said: " Four to six, you six and I four, how about it?"

"This is my final bottom line, bro. I can't retreat any more." Fan Zheng became impatient when he saw that Zhao Wen hadn't opened his mouth yet.

Seeing Fan Zheng like this, Zhao Wen felt that it was almost the same, so he didn't make any further decisions.

"If I can't get the mirror I'm talking about, I'm willing to come and see you! As long as it is a mirror produced by me, Zhao Wen, I will sell it to Brother Fan first!" Zhao Wen said loudly.

"But regarding the matter of cement, it doesn't count for nothing." Zhao Wen said with a strange expression on his ear.

"Immediately set up a written proof!" Fan Zhengsheng shouted loudly with scarlet eyes in fear of Zhao Wen's repentance.

(End of this chapter)