Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 85

Zhao Wen looked at Fan Zheng who was furious, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. It seems that you, an old bastard, are sometimes stupid.

I just used a mirror that has not yet been produced, and I was able to get the benefits of the cement. It seems that no matter how smart people are, they are sometimes stupid.

Besides, even if this mirror is produced, the sales and pricing rights of this mirror will be in my hands. At that time, I won't be afraid that you will be disobedient.

Fan Zheng hastily took out a neat piece of rice paper, picked up a brush and soaked it with ink, and began writing quickly on it.

After a few breaths, a written document appeared in front of Zhao Wen.

After Fan Zheng signed his name on the paper, he handed the brush to Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen took the brush, and wrote the word "Zhao Wen" on the slip of paper.

"Okay, can you rest assured now?" Fan Zheng looked at Zhao Wen and said impatiently.

Zhao Wen picked up the written documents, folded them into small squares, and stuffed them into his waist.

"Okay, now I'm relieved. But now, I need nitrate ore. If there is no nitrite ore, I can't produce mirrors. As long as I have nitrate ore, I can produce as many mirrors as possible." Zhao said. Wen said lightly.

"Nitrate mines are not a problem. As long as there is a mirror, I can provide as many nitrate mines as possible." Fan Zheng said,
Zhao Wendao: "Okay, I'm going back this afternoon, you prepare some nitrate for me first. I'll come and get it this afternoon, these nitrates are very important to me."

"Okay, I will definitely prepare it for you this afternoon." Fan Zheng slapped his thigh and said loudly.

Zhao Wen stood up from the chair, stretched his waist, yawned and said, "Since that's the case, I'll go out first. It's hard work to come to Zhangjiakou Fort. It's a good way to do some shopping."

Fan Zheng sent Zhao Wen to Yuan Fuxiang, looked at the back of Zhao Wen's departure, and shouted to Fan Laosi who was beside him: "Come here, I will write a letter later, you send me food to Datong, Did you hear that?"

Datong Town is the foundation of the Fan family, and the head of the Fan family, Fan Yongdou, lives in Datong.

The reason why Fan Zheng wanted to send this news to Datong was because the business was so huge that it was incredible.

For a big business of this level, the family must be notified as soon as possible. Fan Zheng himself can't make up his mind.

Moreover, Fan Zheng also had to greet the head of the family in advance regarding the matter of cement, so as to save unnecessary trouble.

Fan Zheng handed the written letter to Fan Laosi and told him the precautions.

Fan Zheng was sitting in the hall, looking at the departing Fan Lao Si, he suddenly slapped the table, blushing and said: "This is the first time I have seen such a big business.

This is much bigger than the cement business. If it runs well, my Fan family will definitely be the top merchants in Shanxi.His Qiao's, Cao's, and even the others are nothing compared to my Fan's. "

Fan Zheng was walking up and down the hall, his face flushed, apparently still not recovering from the news.

From Fan Zheng's point of view, although the matter of the mirror, it is inevitable to win over other families and let them participate.But this mirror thing can also be like cement.

Be the head shopkeeper yourself and let others be the branch shopkeepers.At that time, just relying on this, you can also make a lot of money,

Zhao Wen was walking on the streets of Zhangjiakou, looking at the shops lined up on both sides of the street and the customers coming and going, he couldn't help but praise: "This family is much more prosperous than our Longmen Fort."

Liu Wu followed behind Zhao Wen, squinting his eyes and kept aiming at the big girls passing by on the street.

From time to time there is a tut-tsk sound.

Zhao Wen turned around, looked at Liu Wu with a look like Brother Zhu, and said angrily, "I'm talking to you."

"Oh, oh, what's the matter, my lord?" Liu Wu hurriedly looked away from a woman with big arms, round waist and fat buttocks.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't tell you, and you won't understand if I tell you." Zhao Wen waved his hand and said helplessly.

Zhao Wen looked at the sky and felt a sense of hunger in his belly, so he took Liu Wu to sit in front of the wonton stall next to the street.

"Boss, here are two bowls of wontons." Zhao Wen slapped the table and shouted at the boss who was busy by the pot.

"Come on, sir, sit down first, the wontons will be ready soon." The wonton stall owner wearing a gray apron hurriedly poured some wontons into the boiling pot.

Then put some coal under the stove.

Datong has been a place of coal production since ancient times, and people in this era also use coal.

After all, coal is much easier to use than charcoal. It is not only cheap, but also resistant to burning.

Zhao Wen sat on a long bench and looked at the pedestrians on both sides of the street.

Suddenly, a large group of ragged and disheveled people appeared on the street.

This is a group of refugees, this is Zhao Wen's first feeling.

These people wandered on both sides of the street, and from time to time they clashed with the stall owners selling food on both sides of the street.

Apparently someone among the group was vying for food at the stall.

Not long after these people appeared, a group of officers and soldiers rushed over.

These officers and soldiers waved the sticks in their hands and greeted these people directly.

They don't care about these people's feelings and drive them to the end of the street.

In the eyes of these officers and soldiers, these refugees are not human beings at all, but animals.

Zhao Wen's eyes kept scanning, and his eyes suddenly stopped on a pair of two people who looked like mother and daughter on the other side of the street.

A scrawny girl with grass marks stuck in her hair, skinny, and muddy face, who looked only seven or eight years old, was kneeling on the side of the street, and beside her stood a woman with ragged clothes and a yellow complexion.

The woman watched the pedestrians coming and going, and kept crying: "Please buy Xiaoni, please, please. Please buy Xiaoni, give the child a way to survive."

The officers and soldiers who drove away let them kneel on the ground as if they hadn't seen them, and ignored them.

Zhao Wen looked at this scene and called the stall owner over.

"Master, what do you want?" The stall owner looked at Zhao Wen with a smile.

Zhao Wen pointed at the little girl who inserted the bid to sell the head, frowned and said, "What's going on?"

The stall owner glanced back at the little girl, turned his head, and sighed: "Oh, isn't Shaanxi being plagued by bandits? The people there couldn't survive, so they fled here.

This group of people has been here for a long time, rushing in from time to time, fighting for food.As long as this group of people rushed in, the officers and soldiers would drive them out again.

The little girl kneeling on the ground has been kneeling for three days, but no one bought one as old as her, who couldn't be a maid or give birth to a child.

Standing next to her was her mother. The girl's father was still there.But two days ago, probably because he was too hungry, his father stole some steamed buns.As a result, the stall owner who sold the steamed buns called officers and soldiers and beat him to death on the street.

Maybe the officers and soldiers felt it was wrong, so they didn't drive them away these days. "

"Shaanxi is plagued by bandits, why do these people come to Datong? There are not many places in Shaanxi that are plagued by bandits, right? Why don't you go to places like Xi'an Mansion and Weinan Mansion? Why did they come here?" Zhao Wen was a little confused. asked understandingly.

Datong is thousands of miles away from Shaanxi. Logically speaking, even if refugees from Shaanxi fled, they should not come to Datong.

"Do those officials in Shaanxi care about this?" Zhao Wen asked in a deep voice.

"This villain doesn't know. The villain is just a wonton seller. How can he manage these military affairs." The wonton stall owner shook his head and returned to the pot.

Looking at the group of mothers and children, Zhao Wen couldn't bear it.

"Liu Wu, go and call the two of them here." Zhao Wen looked at Liu Wu and pointed to the pair of mother and child.

Liu Wu followed Zhao Wen's finger and looked at the kneeling mother and child.

"Yes!"

Although Liu Wu didn't know why Zhao Wen asked him to do this, he didn't think too much about it.

Liu Wu stood up from the bench and walked to the mother and daughter.

The little girl raised her head and looked at Liu Wu with fear.

"Master, do you want to buy Xiaoni?" The little girl looked at Liu Wu and said timidly.

"Master, I beg you to buy Xiaoni. This child eats less, saves food, and is easy to feed. Please buy her. If you don't buy her, she will starve to death."

The woman looked at Liu Wu like the last life-saving straw after falling into the water, knelt in front of Liu Wu and kept kowtowing.

Liu Wu looked at the two of them, frowned and said, "My lord wants you to go there, so hurry up."

"Your lord?" The woman raised her head and looked at Liu Wu suspiciously.

"If you want you to go there, you go there. How can there be so much nonsense."

Liu Wu pointed at Zhao Wen on the other side of the street, frowning.

(End of this chapter)