"Sir, don't you think this is too much of a loss?"
It is unbelievable that pie in the sky falls from the sky, but Fang Fang made the two brothers really feel the pleasure of having pie in the face. They understood why Fang Fang did what he did, but they really didn’t need to pay much to win over them!
There is no need to think deeply about how much benefit you will reap in the future by mastering these three technologies.
Just one milk powder is enough!
Which child on the border didn't grow up drinking mare's milk? People who live outside the border don't know, or don't understand fresh milk?
None, just because I don’t have anything to drink!
But in the grassland, every summer, the biggest headache for border herdsmen is the processing of milk!
The raw materials are almost free. Not to mention transporting them to other countries, the resale in a single winter is enough to make their brothers' mouths full of oil.
"Don't worry, it's not my turn to lose. I plan to sell 20% of the milk powder and cream to the Central Plains... A cup of milk a day will make the people of Song Dynasty strong, so I won't worry about making money!"
Are dairy products good? They are extremely good. How many Han people are likely to drink milk?
Too little!
The scarier it is, the more valuable it is. As long as it is sent to Wu Dynasty, there is no need to worry about not being able to sell it at a high price!
And he didn't intend to go through formal channels. He just wanted to smuggle, lift the enemy from the source, and only need one person to be tricked, and then the road would be easy.
"When it comes to making money, I am the best. This is really a master of skills, work, and trade!" Li Yanting gave a thumbs up.
Every dynasty has its own wealthy people, but compared to the equation, the wealthy businessmen of the Wu Dynasty are really not enough.
"You can do it too. Jurchen shamans have a huge influence in the northeastern grassland. If you give them the milky white kumiss to sell, many things will become very simple!"
Fang Fang said leisurely.
The grassland aliens are influenced by three major beliefs: Shamanism from the black mountains and white waters of the northeast, the Immortality Sect from the central region, and Puritanism from outside the Liao Kingdom.
Sacrifice requires the use of nanny wine, shamanism, and immortality, but the most common contact with the Wu Dynasty is shamanism.
"High, really high!"
"Sir, if you leave this matter to our brothers, your share will definitely not be lost!"
The Li brothers were so excited that they almost trembled. It was impossible to become a knight, but it could be used as a link to complete the deal. They would not have too much hardship when they were separated in the future. Now, the relationship between Fang Fang and the empress, the two brothers did not have another relationship. Opportunity to establish a title.
"Take a rest early, don't think too much, we also use you brothers as a model. If you do a good job, I can sell other flavors at a good price!"
Being alone in a different world, having too much money will only cause trouble, and having no one is all nonsense.
There were many speculations about the background of the two brothers, but now it is certain.
In the previous exchanges with Mr. Xia and Mr. Pu, Li Yanting, who had an out-of-touch personality, interrupted many times. If the backgrounds of the Li brothers were different, the two elders would have changes in their emotions even if they didn't say anything, and everything would be ordinary. What does this mean?
It shows that the background of the Li family brothers is that even if they are weaker than the Xia family of Zhongshan, the lintel of the Li family will not be much different.
Boom!
Blizzard thundered, and a thunderfire struck down, brightening the city of Tai'an. There was a blue thunderfire that reflected the sky through the snow, illuminating a bleak world.
Indistinctly, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance, but due to the sound absorption of the snow and the sound of thunder, it didn't sound real.
"Sir, you may be restless tonight. Our brothers are watching from outside. You should go to bed early!"
The fact that Fang Fang cannot hear clearly does not mean that the Li brothers have poor hearing and vision. There is no second group of people who dare to ride horses with Tai'an City in the middle of the night, except for the Office of Documents.
These ghosts are worried. If they don't move, they will shock the world. It won't be too late to find out the news tomorrow. The key is the safety of Equation.
"Did you hear it too?"
I thought it was random noise, but I didn't expect it to be true. Fang Fang looked curious, "Isn't it the case department?"
"They are probably the kind that sir thinks. They are not afraid of death, dare to gallop on a snowy night, and get rid of the lunatics in the case office. There is no second group of people in Tai'an City!" Li Yanting looked sad.
The Office of Documents, where the middle and upper levels are replaced in turn, can be responsible for the selection of the group of people who are only in a very small number of families. These families may not have titles, but they are also hereditary. It is rumored that the earliest batch of founders were all founders. The orphans raised by the emperor before he launched his army were all vicious and crazy.
"Can you tell where the sound is coming from?"
Li Yannian shook his head, "It was too sudden. It passed in a while. There was no time at all. Sir, if you want to know what happened, it is better to wait until tomorrow morning."
Fang Fang was just curious, so forget it if he couldn't ask. After taking the kumiss for a while, he felt a little tipsy. It was a good time to fall asleep.
"Brother, the direction I heard is southeast, the direction of Honglu Temple. Do you think it is..."
"It's probably what we think!"
After saying that, the Li brothers remained silent. Li Yannian found a blanket to cover them with, and Li Yanting stayed there for the first half of the night.
…
"madman!"
"The devil is out!"
…
The thunder could not cover up everything, and the people who were familiar with the environment of Tai'an City closed the doors and windows one after another unluckily.
The Office of Documents is working and it is not their turn to discuss it!
Wherever the horse's hooves arrived, the lights were extinguished one after another, and darkness came, as if a big hand had set off a dark curtain over the entire Tai'an City.
"No, are those lunatics coming for us?"
"Damn it, who caused this?"
"Song people, Song people again, definitely related to the rumors during the day!"
Shouts and curses came from Honglu Temple. Compared with the lights in other places that were extinguished one after another, the lights near Honglu Temple cooled down one after another.
Diplomacy requires etiquette. This principle is universal in all countries, but there are always some special beings who can transcend these rules, and the Office of Documents is obviously one of them.
Hiss, hiss...
The unique and dull neighing sound of the war horses sounded, and a group of more than 30 horsemen appeared at the entrance of Honglu Temple like night terrors.
"Do it!"
The man wearing the silver mask at the head drew out his spear, rode his horse directly through the gate of Honglu Temple, and headed towards the Song Mansion with a dozen riders and everyone's astonished eyes.
The remaining ten or so riders bypassed the gate of Honglu Temple and ran in another direction.
But the diplomats present were not stupid. They were going to the Richangxing station.
After some turmoil, two bloody figures were hung outside the gate of Honglu Temple. They were alive but not far from death.
"Listen clearly!"
The man wearing a silver mask sat high on his horse, pointing a spear in all directions with one hand, and squeezing the Persian cat with the other, "Next time, you will end up like this cat!"
Meow!
Miserable meows were heard in the wind and snow, followed by the cat corpse, which smashed into Yan Yin who was kneeling beside him.
"You have to be self-aware as a person, don't end up dying before all your money is spent!"
"If you are tired of living, tell me and I will help you get rid of it!"
"waste!"
The envoys behind the door who were awakened looked at the Song people kneeling on the ground with even more disdain in their eyes.
"Okay, okay, those who need to disperse, those who need to sleep, sleep!" Yang Guangming, the Ming Dynasty messenger, breathed a sigh of relief and said with an unlucky look, "What kind of people are you? You can't do anything in the gutter. If you don't know how to do it, you can't do it." Don’t do it, or you’ll be covered in blood when you die!”
