Being angry is the stupidest way. Others have already hurt you, so why should you add salt to the wound, add fuel to the fire, and add another wound to yourself when you are about to die? Then Wang Busheng had a smile on his face
It is estimated that this group of shameless people have hurt Qian Song's pain points with their actions. Qian Song continued, "When I go to court next time, I will definitely write a letter to the current emperor and add another one to the Ming Dynasty law. I dare to have no basis." They talk nonsense and hurt people with bad words, so they are sent to Ryukyu to open up wasteland, which can be regarded as waste utilization."
"Yes, yes, these bad guys must be severely punished and cannot be merciful," Wang Bu Die also agreed. His little Tiantian was so humiliated and he did not greet the bad guy and his family hoped that he would go to hell and suffer all the pain in purgatory. Wang Bu Die was also kind. If you are virtuous and have a benevolent heart, being sent away to open up wasteland can only be regarded as a small punishment.
A small scandal has escalated to the court and become a political incident. I have to say that it is really good to have power.
Now that everyone has a common idol, naturally there are more topics to talk about. Even Qian Ku, who has always been cold and cold, has more to talk about.
Not long after, a nurse came in and brought a cup of tea to the three of them. Everyone had to end this topic. A group of gentlemen, including teenagers and old men in their 70s and 80s. It was a bit abrupt to talk about a big star. If word spread, it would discredit the officials of the Ming Empire. .
After taking a sip of tea and putting down the cup, Qian Song asked, "If you don't die, where is your home? Do you still have any relatives at home?"
Wang Bushi didn't hide anything and answered honestly, "My family lives in a small mountain village called Wuhu Village. There is only one grandfather in the family named Lao Bushi, but he went to Yingtian Mansion."
Qian Song understood and confirmed his thoughts, "From now on, I will be your relative, and Qian Guogong's mansion will be your home. If you have any difficulties and need help, you can come to me as long as it does not violate the chivalry of the world and harm the country." I can help you with whatever interests you have."
Wang Busui stood up, bowed with sincere gratitude and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Qian. My grandson will definitely remember your great kindness." With Qian Guogong as his backer, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways in Songjiang Mansion? It makes me happy just thinking about it.
"Hahaha" Qian Song waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's all trivial matters. You saved me, and you are the benefactor of our entire Qian Guogong Palace. I should do anything for you."
Wang Busui was very grateful. In this world, due to the emergence of interests, many people have forgotten their loyalty and harmed their loved ones for the sake of profit. There are also many people who stabbed their loved ones twice for the sake of profit. There are few people who repay evil with kindness. Fortunately Qian Song is a special case.
Wang Bu Shou stood up and sat down again, took a sip of tea, suddenly had an idea, and smiled mysteriously, "Grandpa, do you want to get rich?"
Qian Song had a sip of tea in his mouth and almost spit it out. He was originally chatting about love very well, but his personality as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue seemed to have been sublimated. There was no longer the smell of copper in his eyes. He never thought that the relationship was not over yet. If the king doesn't die, he will talk about his relationship to death. Qian Song gave Wang Budie a blank look and showed a meaningful expression.
From Wang Bu's point of view, he knew what he was asking, so how could anyone not want to get rich?
So Wang Busheng continued, "Grandpa, you should know that I am cooperating with the British public in the snack industry. These secret recipes are all original to me. They will be put into production in the future and the income will be around the corner."
Wang Busei and Qian Song have also investigated. Officials are not harmful to others, but they still have to be wary of others. Qian Song naturally knows that Wang Busei has many snack products that sell well. In Songjiang The house is very popular and the profit is good.
"You mean to let our Qian family also get involved and share the pie. Grandson, you think too highly of me. I have no ability to benefit from such a stubborn donkey." He put down the tea cup, as if remembering the past, Looking into the distance, Qian Song said with an expression, "I can't beat him, I will suffer a loss every time."
Well, okay, after all, Zhang Luzi is a man who has been eating meat on the grassland for decades, while Qian Song is just a scholar who has only been using a knife for a few years, so he is naturally no match for him.
Thinking of the rumors that Zhang Luzi likes to kill prisoners, Wang Bushi couldn't help but shudder. If he played tricks with the British government, would today be his anniversary next year? This made Wang Bushi have to take it into consideration. Moreover, After all, the British Duke's house is his wife's house. According to the rules, he has to affectionately call the British Duke his father-in-law. How can he give away his father-in-law's interests? The elbows cannot be turned outward.
Wang Bushi shook his head, "Grandpa Qian, you have misunderstood what I meant. I am a man of his word. He said that the snack industry will only cooperate with British companies, so he will not win over others."
"Oh, you mean you have other money-making industries." Qian Song was full of curiosity and looked at Wang Budie seriously.
Wealth and silk touch people's hearts. As the Minister of Household Affairs, he can be the treasury of the Ming Empire. It is very easy to want to be named Qian. The resistance to wealth is still very poor. Who doesn't love money? There are hundreds of millions of people in the Ming Empire. Maybe you can find out It is still possible that some people do not love money. It is a pity that Qian Song is not the same. If he had money, he would not have to endure so much hardship. He studied hard since childhood and participated in the imperial examination. In the end, was it really to benefit the people? It's not just for those stinky things, who doesn't like to lie on top of huge wealth and say in a calm tone, "Money is just a bunch of useless numbers to me."
Wang Busheng chuckled, "I won't hide it from you, grandpa. The young man may have few talents and is destined to be hopeless in the imperial examination, but when it comes to making money, he still has a lot of abilities."
"Oh, that's right, let's hear it." Qian Song raised his ears and listened.
"It's like this. I accidentally got a secret recipe for making sugar. The sugar I brewed is not only sweeter, but also has no impurities, and the taste is also much better."
"I've also bought some of your snacks. Do they contain the candy you mentioned?" Qian Duoduo couldn't help but interrupt and asked.
"Yes, those snacks are more refreshing and taste more delicious just because of the sugar in them."
"Indeed, your snacks are much sweeter and taste better than other snacks." The more money they have, the more wealthy people naturally eat a wider range of food and have the most say in the taste of snacks.
"I think I need to talk to that donkey." Qian Song gritted his teeth, and the resentment in his heart was beyond words. What a huge business opportunity this is. How many people are there in Songjiang Prefecture and how many people are there in the Ming Empire? The daily consumption of consumables such as snacks will be huge. The benefits here are inestimable. Qian Song was a little tempted.
"Grandpa, don't be anxious. If you say something rude, go find the British father. That's a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, and you're looking for death." There are rumors in the world that Zhang Luzi is eight feet tall, with a waist, chest and hips that are also eight feet. He dances with a Qinglong Yanyue Sword, which makes the tiger and tiger flourish. Let's look at Qian Song, well, ants and elephants, how to challenge.
Suddenly, his enthusiasm was extinguished, and Qian Song's fighting spirit also died down. He almost did something stupid. At such an old age, he should not be impulsive.
Just listen to Wang Bushit continue to say, "There is still a business opportunity for a small business,"
"What kind of business opportunity is there? Don't sell it. To tell you the truth, I went to the battlefield with a knife a few decades ago. The lives of my men were not ten thousand but eight thousand, and my temper was not very good."
Wang Busui was excited and hurriedly said like pouring beans, "It's like this. I don't like drinking tea very much, so I suddenly had a whim and put the white sugar I produced into the tea. It tastes good, sweet and delicious, and nourishes the spleen and warms the spleen." The lungs are also very effective for human health."
"Oh, that's it. Let me have a taste."
Wang Bu Shou carefully took a bag of sugar from his arms. This was what Wang Bu Shou planned to use for eating dog meat hot pot. Now he had to take it out in advance.
"This is the white sugar you are talking about. Why does it feel like arsenic to me?" Qian Duoduo blurted out in a straightforward manner.
"Uh, okay, just pretend I didn't say anything." Then Wang Bushi put away the sugar and "hurt his self-esteem."
"No, no, the boss dog can't spit out ivory, don't listen to him."
"I hope he can spit out ivory from his mouth, that thing is worth a lot of money," Wang Busui murmured in his heart.
"That's right, that's right," Qian Duoduo also realized that he said the wrong thing and apologized hastily, "Brother said the wrong thing, I'm sorry, don't be angry."
"Brother Qian, it's okay if you insult me, but you can't insult my relationship with Grandpa Qian. I am sincere to him." Such a thick thigh must be hugged. In the future, he will have to rely on his protection to bring disaster to the country and the people.
"Yes, yes, brother was wrong," Qian Duoduo apologized sincerely.
Wang Bushi took out the sugar again, asked the nurse to pour another cup of tea, then sprinkled the sugar in, and stirred gently until the sugar was completely dissolved.
Then he handed it to Qian Song and said, "Grandpa, try it."
Qian Song took it without any hesitation, put it to his mouth and took a sip. Suddenly, a sweet fragrance filled his taste buds, and the whole mouth was filled with sweetness. You must know that brown sugar in this era has many impurities and has a bad taste, so it is not popular among the people. Women usually only drink it when they are menstruating, and they don’t put sugar in their daily meals, because many people only taste spicy and salty in their mouths, without the feeling of sweetness. Qian Song drank tea with sugar for the first time, just like It is the first time for a foreigner to eat hot pot. The feeling of delicious food filling my taste buds is more joyful than meeting God.
Qian Song couldn't help but take a few more sips and praised, "Not bad, not bad, it tastes very good."
Until the tea is finished.
Seeing Qian Song drink it all in one go, Qian Qian was so thirsty that he wanted to have a drink too, "Brother Immortal, I also want to have a taste."
Master Wang Bushi didn't care about the villain's fault and readily agreed.
"Give me another drink, sir."
Sweetness is irresistible to anyone. Taste buds trying new flavors are like a couple eating forbidden fruit, wanting to savor it all the time.
"Grandpa, what do you think of this tea with sugar added to the market?"
"Not bad, not bad, it's a good business opportunity," Qian Song agreed while drinking tea.
"And these white sugars can not only be mixed into tea, but other things can also be added, such as fruit juice,"
Wang Busheng continued to add.
"Oh, I see. Doesn't that mean that these white sugars can be mixed into any liquid?" As expected of a scholar, he is very good at divergent thinking.
"Theoretically so".
"Then it can be added to wine, right?"
"Pfft!" Wang Busui almost slipped off the stool, with black lines all over his face. "Grandpa, this probably won't work. The wine is too spicy and will cover up the sweetness."
"Oh, that's it," Qian Song was a little disappointed, and then the gloom gradually disappeared, "If that's the case, it's a business opportunity, you can try it."
The huge consumer population of the Ming Empire was a huge business opportunity for some new things. Although there were more poor people, there were also many wealthy landowners and gentry. Think about it, there are still huge benefits.
"But there is one thing,"
"Nothing." Both the grandfather and grandson turned their attention to Wang Busheng.
Wang Bushi was stared at so hard that he hurriedly said, "It's just a matter of preservation. We can't just take the bowl and sell it on the street."
Suddenly, the enthusiasm of Qian and Song was dispelled. Yes, do they really have to hold the tea bowl, shout while walking, and pour a bowl when they meet someone who wants to drink? First of all, not to mention the time and effort, the labor cost will cost a lot. , and the business cannot be limited to Songjiang Prefecture, but also develops to other prefectures and counties in the Ming Empire. Is it necessary to hire hundreds or thousands of employees?
"You grandson, you are teasing me," Qian Song was angry.
Wang Bushi hurriedly explained, "Grandpa, don't be angry first, I haven't finished speaking yet."
After comforting Qian Song's irritable mood, Wang Bushi continued, "I know that there is something called colored glaze in the West, and it is good to use it."
Wang Bushi originally wanted plastic. Plastics are commonly used in drinks in the 21st century, but the pollution caused by plastic is too serious, and Wang Bushi didn't understand how plastic was produced, so he had to give up.
"Liu Li, I've heard about it too," Qian Song said from the side, "but I heard that the price of this Liu Li is extremely expensive. Doesn't this increase our costs, and the sales price will be very high, and ordinary people can't afford it. rise".
"Brother Qian may not know that the production of colored glaze is actually very simple. It's just that we haven't mastered the method yet. Moreover, colored glaze can be recycled. After the product is sold, we can also recycle the colored glaze at the original price, so that customers only have to bear the cost. Drink money”.
"The method is quite good. You can try it." Qian Song finally made the decision.
"There's one more thing I want you to ask grandpa for help with."
"If you have something to say, just say it, don't be nagging, I don't like it." Smacking his lips, Qian Song was probably still savoring the sweetness on his lips.
"It's like this. Making colored glaze requires some foreign craftsmen. I've asked someone to find them. I'd also like to ask Grandpa to think of a way to find a group of craftsmen who know how to refine them." Talent is the most important thing. Confucianism has been passed down for thousands of years. The Chinese people have gained a lot and lost a lot, such as scientific research and physical technology. We have to admit that we are far behind other countries.
"This is easy to handle. There has been civil strife in the beautiful country recently, and many craftsmen who have fled have fled to our Ming Empire. As I say, they can be obtained in three to five days."
"It would be great".
I don’t know when Liu Mei’s classmates will be able to get in touch with these craftsmen. New products can also come out earlier.
"Hahaha, it's settled like this. If you have anything to do in the future, you can talk to the boss. The boss will take care of the family business."
"Okay, grandpa, I will ask Brother Qian for business matters,"
