Even after Duan Wenjun woke up from a serious injury, he seemed to be very different from before.
But Duan Daxiong never thought that in just one moment, his son could become a heavenly being and suddenly know so many things that he had never been exposed to before.
However, looking at Duan Wenjun's serious and serious look, it didn't seem like he was joking.
Therefore, he did not get too entangled in the brewing matter.
After all, he didn't know much about winemaking.
The conversation changed and Duan Daxiong spoke again, staring at Duan Wenjun, "Uncle Gu, what kind of mulberry fish pond are you going to build in that field to the south?"
He didn't understand the craft of papermaking.
He doesn’t understand the art of making wine either.
But this kind of field work is his old profession.
When Qiu Yun was still alive, he said that the fields in the south were like worthless fields. They spent too much work on farmers but could not harvest a few grains.
At that time, Qiuyun also wanted to make some improvements.
But too many things were not done, Qiu Yun passed away, leaving only Duan Daxiong to guard here silently.
He had also considered continuing Qiuyun's idea and doing something.
He also visited the barren slopes and fields in the south several times, but with his brain, it was really difficult to do anything...
Duan Wenjun proposed the idea of mulberry fish pond, which he thought was a good idea.
However, if it is implemented, it must be carefully considered.
Duan Wenjun said he wanted to discuss it with him, and he also wanted to ask Duan Wenjun carefully.
Looking at his son in front of him, he seemed to see Qiu Yun's figure again, and thought of the series of changes she made when she came to Duanjiabao, which made Duanjiabao so busy.
Although busy, it seems so fulfilling and warm.
"Yes, if the fields in the south are changed to a mulberry fish pond model, the results should be much better than now." Duan Wenjun nodded.
"The field to the south is made of sand, and it doesn't actually store water very well." Duan Daxiong stared at him and frowned slightly, "Even if you dig a pond, it won't be able to store water for a long time."
"The surface is sandy soil. If you dig deeper, there should be native clay underneath. If you dig deeper and reinforce the pond foundation, it shouldn't be a big problem." Duan Wenjun's face became very serious. "And I've seen it. It's hard to face that desolate land." In fact, the slope is only made of red soil on the surface, but also native clay in the depths, so we can make full use of it.”
Duan Daxiong frowned. He could understand the red soil. The soil on the barren slopes was red.
But what is this native clay? He has never heard of it, and where did his son know about these things?
Duan Wenjun seemed to understand Duan Daxiong's doubts, and continued, "Native clay is a very sticky soil, denser than sand, and water cannot easily penetrate."
If Duan Daxiong understood something, he nodded and said, "Uncle Gu said, are you going to help the farmers sell the fish in this pond and the silk produced by raising silkworms?"
"It's not about selling it for them, but they can sell it to us. That's why I said I need to discuss it with you, dad." Duan Wenjun smiled. "These things are raw materials. Raw materials are the least valuable, so we can't sell them directly." .”
Duan Daxiong felt that this "Dad" sounded a little strange, but it sounded very comfortable. "The raw materials are the least valuable? If we don't sell them directly, how will we sell them?"
Duan Wenjun smiled, "Dad, I remember our family had a mine before, but we couldn't make ends meet, so we closed it down?"
"Yes, it's not far from our Duanjia Fort, at the Qifeng Cliff in Laoshan Mountain behind it." Duan Daxiong was a little confused as to why he suddenly mentioned this matter, and frowned again, "But this has something to do with your mulberry fish pond." what relationship?"
"I heard that our mine used to sell ore to the Foundry Bureau?" Duan Wenjun asked again.
Duan Daxiong became even more confused and nodded again, "Only the Foundry Bureau can collect the mined ore! It's just that the price they gave is too low..."
Having said this, Duan Daxiong let out a long sigh.
When he got the mining rights to the mine in Qifengya, it was the most loss-making deal in his life.
He thought he could make a lot of gold and silver, but unexpectedly he completely underestimated the investment and difficulty of mining.
At that time, the people at the Foundry Bureau kept the price of the ore extremely low. In the end, the price of the ore mined and sold was less than 30% of the cost.
Within a year, after losing hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, it was closed down.
"But have you ever thought about what if you could turn ore into farm tools, weapons, and armor to sell?" Duan Wenjun asked again.
"The truth is correct, but how can this thing be made by making it?" Duan Daxiong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately understood what Duan Wenjun meant, "You mean this silk and fish..."
However, his brows frowned slightly again, "This silk is okay. Our Duan family used to have our own cloth shop. Your father has been running it for so many years and has some experience. At worst, we can set up a workshop to weave it ourselves. I will use some contacts. , we shouldn’t have to worry too much about sales. It’s just that we need to carefully calculate how much it costs to weave and dye the cloth. It’s definitely not a small amount, and we may not necessarily be able to make a profit!”
"The fish in this fish pond are even more difficult to deal with. Wangjiang River is close to re-flooding, and there are many people in this river who make a living by fishing, so the fish have always been sold at a low price. If the water is shallow, the river fish Usually there is a muddy smell, and the fish in our pond may not be as delicious as the fish in Fushui River. Our Duan family has a wine shop in Wangjiang County, but it is impossible to sell so many fish..."
Duan Wenjun frowned after hearing Duan Daxiong's words.
From an economic point of view, the more advanced something is, the higher the rate of return will be.
For example, if you simply sell silk, the price will definitely not be high.
But if the silk is woven into raw silk, it becomes a primary processed product, and the profit will be greater.
After the original silk has been dyed and turned into satin of various colors, the price will definitely increase several times.
If someone has the ingenuity to turn silk and satin into beautiful clothes, the price will be even higher.
However, he can only talk on paper.
I originally thought that my father Duan Daxiong was a businessman and would definitely have some connections, but now it seems that it is not easy to put it into practice.
"Then let's find someone to cooperate with us?" Duan Wenjun frowned.
"It's not impossible. The head of the Zhou family has a good relationship with me. They seem to have a small cloth shop. Maybe we can try it." Duan Daxiong nodded. "If it doesn't work, I'll ask the Lin family. It's just that the fish matter……"
"Gu Butler, the young master's family is done, it's really done!" At this moment, a rough voice rang outside the door.
Duan Daxiong frowned slightly. Gu Hongfu had already walked to the door. He looked at the visitor and shouted, "Li San, why do you not understand the rules so much that you still yelled when you arrived at the compound?"
"Gu Butler, it's done!" Li San rushed to Gu Hongfu with a jar in his arms. "The wine that the Young Master mentioned is brewed!"
Duan Daxiong and Duan Wenjun, both in the room, stood up immediately after hearing this.
Even Mo Shoucheng, who was in the next room, eagerly opened the door and came over.
