"I say Mr. Yang, it's almost dark today. I, Old Cheng, have lost a lot of land on your wife's side. Brother Feng and I have also finished connecting. Is your eldest brother coming yet?!"
Cheng Yaojin was very anxious. Among his sons, he valued Cheng Chumo the most. If something happened to him for the first time leading an army, would he have to kneel down on the washboard when he got home? !
"Even if you don't let us leave, you'll still have plenty of wine for us. How boring it would be to stay and wait!"
Yang Ming cupped his hands and pretended to the generals present:
"To be honest, when my son's accident happened, my eldest brother was accompanying me through the disaster. He was very exhausted. No one expected this to happen, so he was also tired of coping. It may have taken a long time!"
Feng Li had sharp eyes. He felt something was different from the moment he entered the door, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't tell what was different.
"No wonder I always have a different feeling after entering the door. It turns out that Brother Yang's martial arts has improved again. Congratulations to Brother Yang for successfully overcoming the tribulation!"
Feng Chun was dumbfounded. How old was Yang Ming and his internal strength was unfathomable? How could he successfully overcome the tribulation in the blink of an eye? ! How can this not allow him, a general who leads troops to fight, to get away with it?
He used to think that his martial arts skills were qualified if he could fight five of them. After seeing the strength of Lin Wan'er and Ding Daniu, he began to feel inferior. He felt that the outside world was so dangerous and he wanted to go back to Chang'an to play.
Cheng Yaojin looked left and right, looking as funny as possible.
"Master Yang also practices martial arts?!"
After Yang Ming invited Jin Zhiyuan to speak a few words in his ear, he humbly replied:
"My little brother knows a thing or two!"
Jin Zhiyuan was so happy when Yang Ming admitted that they were concubines of the Yang family. Now that Yang Ming had something to give him, he was very active in his work and ran out of the tent immediately. . .
After Feng Li saw Yang Ming's terrifying internal power, he said to Cheng Yaojin:
"Brother Cheng, let me tell you briefly! Mr. Yang's strength is unfathomable and far superior to mine!"
"What?!"
Cheng Yaojin touched Yang Ming's small body. Apart from his good looks and height, his physique was a little strong, but there was nothing special about him? !
While talking, Ding Daniu carried Sun Simiao into the tent!
Cheng Chumo had been rescued by Sun Simiao a long time ago, but Sun Simiao was still angry with Yang Ming, so he leaned against the bed and fell asleep unknowingly!
Are you angry that someone over eighty years old is asked to ride a fast horse?
When everyone saw Sun Simiao being carried in by Ding Daniu, they were all shocked and said one after another.
"Fuck! Isn't this Divine Doctor Sun?!"
"Mr. Yang, this person is Sun Miracle Doctor, he cannot be hurt!"
"Brother Yang, please quickly ask Ding Daniu to put down Divine Doctor Sun. Don't hurt anyone. If you have anything to say, please speak up!"
Yang Ming stared at Ding Daniu speechlessly and asked weakly:
"What on earth happened?!"
After Ding Daniu put down Sun Simiao, he spread his hands:
"I don't know either. Miss Jin asked me to find Divine Doctor Sun. As soon as I entered the door, I found Divine Doctor Sun sleeping next to Cheng Chumo. Didn't I just carry him here?"
Feng Li:. . . . . .
Cheng Yaojin:. . . . . .
Feng Chun:. . . . . .
"Brother Yang, the eldest brother you keep talking about is the miracle doctor Sun Simiao?!"
"Brother, how is Quanzi doing now?!"
"Brother Yang, the age difference between you and Divine Doctor Sun is..."
After Ding Daniu carried Sun Simiao in, the tent exploded! A round of chattering woke Sun Simiao up.
"I've been busy all day and I won't let anyone sleep!"
Sun Simiao turned over and froze, where am I? Where is this? !
"Greetings to Senior Sun!"
Cheng Yaojin, Feng Li, and Feng Chun all expressed their greetings to Sun Simiao.
"I see General Cheng and General Feng!"
Sun Simiao rubbed his eyes and immediately stood up to return the greeting.
I was sleeping soundly. It was probably Yang Ming, a bastard, who had someone carry me over. Sun Simiao glared at Yang Ming fiercely!
"If what you give me later doesn't satisfy me, don't let me ride a fast horse to Chang'an!"
Cheng Yaojin:. . . . . .
Feng Li:. . . . . .
Feng Chun:. . . . . .
What on earth is going on here, that Yang Ming can actually suppress Divine Doctor Sun to death? !
In feudal society, doctors and craftsmen were so respected because every household had some serious or minor ailments that needed help in treating.
They, the nobles and generals, did not dare to offend the miracle doctor. Who could guarantee that one day Long Yan would be so angry that he would be beaten or he would be injured on the battlefield without asking for help from Sun Simiao. What's more, they are also afraid that their family members will get some serious diseases, and they can feel more at ease with Sun Simiao taking action.
Yang Ming ignored everyone's thoughts and just asked everyone present to take out the salt they carried with them.
After Cheng Yaojin saw Yang Ming's power, although he was puzzled, he still rummaged all over his body.
"Mr. Yang, I didn't bring any salt cubes with me. They're all on the guards. I'll have them brought in if necessary!"
Feng Li and Feng Chun spread their hands, indicating that they didn't carry them with them either. Do senior generals like them have to carry salt blocks themselves? !
Sun Simiao turned his head and snorted, obviously he didn't bring it either.
Jin Zhini walked up from the side very wisely, put the salt cubes and a small black bag on the desk in the middle of the tent, and then retreated.
"Everyone, is the salt block in my hand the same salt block that the soldiers and civilians of the Tang Dynasty eat every day?!"
Yang Ming strode forward, picked up the salt block and asked everyone.
At this time, the salt and iron in the Tang Dynasty were controlled by the government, and the price was very expensive. The salt block in Yang Ming's hand may not be available to ordinary small village leaders!
The others didn't know what to say, but Sun Simiao directly complained:
"Daily consumption?! How many people did you see in Baihu Village who can eat salt blocks?! The piece in your hand is enough for my brother to use for a while! There are not many ordinary people who can afford it!"
The three generals nodded, expressing their approval of Sun Simiao's statement.
Yang Ming was also very satisfied, so he casually opened the small black bag on the right and dumped it all on the desk.
"Pap tap tap tap..."
The pure white fine salt is like layers of snowflakes, piled up into a small mountain and displayed in front of everyone.
Everyone was puzzled and came forward to watch, staring at the pile of little things.
"This is?!"
Yang Ming smiled slightly and motioned for everyone to try it.
Under the leadership of Sun Simiao, each person picked up a handful and put it into their mouths. Cheng Yaojin was different. He grabbed a handful with his right hand, then stuck out his tongue and licked it in his palm!
"Wow! It's so salty, is it salt?!"
"Water, water, girl, hurry up and fill up a cup of tea for me!"
When Cheng Yaojin's foreign minister picked up the tea cup and rinsed his mouth, Yang Ming once again put on the appearance of a worldly master and said in a voice that was concerned about the country and the people:
"The reason why we Han people have been harassed by foreign tribes is the lack of horses. The most important thing is the lack of physical strength of the soldiers."
"Soldiers fought bravely on the battlefield, bleeding and sweating, but their physical strength was not replenished, and their combat effectiveness dropped significantly. The vast number of people who work in the fields every day cannot afford salt, so how can they find the strength to work?"
"After thinking hard, I discovered a new way of practicing salt. It can not only improve the efficacy of salt, but also significantly reduce the price, so that every household in Datang can buy it!"
Cheng Yaojin chuckled, a little disapproving of the fact that Yang Ming, a pampered and pampered young man from an aristocratic family, would know the market conditions.
"Then how does Young Master Yang price this kind of salt?!"
Yang Ming smiled without saying a word and stretched out two fingers.
"A small black bag with two copper coins?!"
Sun Simiao, Feng Li and others also felt that Yang Ming's fine salt tasted better and were looking forward to the final price.
After Yang Ming looked around, he raised his hands and said to Sun Simiao:
"If the eldest brother is willing to accompany General Feng to Beijing to meet the saint, he will also inform the Turks about the developments. The younger brother is willing to provide Li Shimin with salt training methods and guarantee that within a year, the Tang Dynasty's refined salt will be sold at the price of 200 copper coins per pound. Two After the technology matures in the next year, the price of refined salt will be reduced to 20 copper coins per pound!"
As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, the tent exploded again. A pound of refined salt costs 20 copper coins. Not to mention humans, even pigs can afford it!
"Dear brother, do you really mean what you say?! You are not joking!"
After Sun Simiao was happy, he asked again cautiously. This is going to be a face to face, and he won't be able to wipe his ass when the time comes.
"Brother, don't worry. As long as the emperor can send people from the Ministry of Industry, I guarantee that everyone can learn it within a year. After one year, after I leave, I also hope that the emperor can promote it to the whole country and lower the price!"
Yang Ming didn't expect that this patriotic move would later involve him in the political arena and lead to his death, but that was a story for another day!
When everyone heard this, they were very happy and raised their teacups one after another, greatly appreciating Yang Ming's selfless dedication!
At this time, Jin Zhiyuan walked into the tent, whispered a few words in Yang Ming's ear, and then exited the tent.
Yang Ming picked up the little wine left in the jar, filled a bowl for everyone, and said to Cheng Yaojin:
"Mr. Su Guo, may I ask what the price of this fine wine is in Chang'an?!"
Cheng Yaojin raised his head again and drank the wine in one sip. While waiting for Sun Simiao, he was so greedy that he couldn't drink it.
"Mr. Yang, this fine wine is priceless! As far as I am concerned, as long as the wine is good, I am willing to buy it for any amount of money!"
Yang Ming touched his chin, thought for a while and said:
"If it comes in a small bottle, can one bottle be sold consistently?!"
"What is a bottle?! We don't have bottles in the Tang Dynasty. They are usually filled with jugs or jars. I have never seen a bottle before!"
Yang Ming: Another way to make a fortune!
“Then does anyone use gourds to hold wine?”
"Those who use gourds to store wine are generally talented people like Sun Shenyi who have traveled all over the world. Ordinary people have not even solved their daily food and clothing problems, so it is impossible to afford so much wine."
Yang Ming twitched his eyebrows at Cheng Yaojin and said with a mean smile:
"Mr. Su Guo, are you willing to join forces in the wine business? You have a place and I have wine. One jar has ten jars, and the sale is limited to ten jars a month. Each person is limited to one jar per day. For every jar sold, a beautiful glass bottle will be given as a gift!"
Cheng Yaojin was stunned. This guy wants to do business with me?
"Young Master Yang, the price of a jar of ten guan of such fine wine is not expensive, but will you lose money if you add this glass bottle? These glass items are all brought here by the big food merchants, so they are expensive!"
Yang Ming waved his hand and said to Cheng Yaojin:
"Don't worry, Mr. Su Guo. I will provide the glass bottles. I will also provide you with twelve jars of wine every month. The extra two jars will depend on how effective the publicity is by Su Guo Gong!"
"Then how does Mr. Yang plan to settle this share?!"
"My younger brother will provide the wine and the glass will account for 90% of it. Mr. Su Guogong will be responsible for selling it. The other two jars of fine wine will account for 10%..."
