Beiyang new warlord

"Only eight pieces were sold?"

Six taels of broken silver were scattered on the table, and the glass sold for more than 600 yuan in seven days. If it was a month ago, Mao Jue would have gone crazy, but now it is different, time is worth more than silver Yuan Chonghuan did not know when he arrived at Phi Island, and slashed his cheap father Mao Wenlong's neck, and then Dongjiang Town collapsed as a whole, North Korea fell, and Liaodong Town suffered from its own bitterness. A series of bad things were just around the corner. Not even ready to resist the weapon, Mao Jue was anxious like a cat scratching his heart.

"Master, this is not bad!"

Compared to Mao Jue's impatience, Wen Shao was quite satisfied. He sold all eight of these items. He consciously deducted three taels of silver for running errands, and then he could wait for Mao Jue to pay them back. He points out that as a pimp broker, he has achieved this month's performance.

As for Wenyuange and the others, they are also satisfied. They may not earn a tael after being busy for two or three months. They have only been with Mao Jue for more than a week, and the work is not so tiring. Half a tael is almost enough. When they got it, they also nodded and bowed.

"That's right, master! You are the God of Wealth descending to earth, you can dig out gold from the sand! Even if it's the pick-up sheet, you can collect about ten taels and twenty taels a month if you put usury."

"That's enough, that's enough! Half of this money belongs to Lao Tzu, and you can share the rest!"

Overestimating the consumption level of Phi Island, Mao Jue waved his hand irritably, and Su Yi next to her, like she made a lot of money, happily put a few taels of silver into her purse first, and the rest of Wenbaihu and the others rushed forward , A few big hands divided up the remaining silver and copper.

With money, it is natural to eat and drink. In this simple abandoned courtyard, Wen Baihu and the others set up a table, sent Su Yi to buy a fat duck, bought a few catties of pork to cook, and bought a few side dishes. Wen Meng also went into the sea to catch a few crabs himself, and they drank wine excitedly and yelled.

As for Mao Jue, he was full of impatience. He was not in the mood to eat or drink at all. He reluctantly drank a glass of wine with him. Fortunately, once he left, these vulgar people drank more freely.

Now there are four more large boxes in the back room, with hundreds of glassware wrapped in straw. Among them, the last box of more than a dozen bright red cups, plates and bowls is the most gorgeous. It was when Wenyuan Pavilion was burning glass. I don’t know how. Rust falling into the liquid glass, colors created by accident, with the practice of each day, the shape of these cups and plates has become more and more beautiful and elegant, and it is estimated that these things can be sold for a long time.

However, the feldspar powder for firing glass, soda lime and so on are almost used, especially the coal for the stove. In the beginning, there was a whole boatload of North Korean coal from Wenbaihu, but now only It is a small pile, and it is estimated that the stove will be turned off after another day or so. However, Mao Jue has no intention of adding money to continue to expand production. On the kang, I pulled it with a sad face.

For two revolvers, the price he will offer him is 16 taels of silver. According to his description, this requires the purchase of additional high-quality iron materials. Open the hole, and if you are not careful, a bullet nest will be useless. The cost of a military bird gun is three taels, and the more complicated revolver is not expensive.

In addition to the three liang of income, Mao Jue is enough to build two revolvers. However, gunpowder and bullets are also needed, and Mao Jue does not want to use the traditional round lead pellets of the Ming army. It is intended to be made into a pointed arrow. During the American Civil War, a large number of miniature bombs were used to enhance the lethality. These cost two or three taels of silver.

Adding one piece to the cost, his dream of the old woman with two guns is shattered, but Mao Jue doesn't want to spend any more, he plans to build a repeating gun first, with ammunition, and then he will be on standby 25 hours a day As soon as Yuan Chonghuan came to Phi Island, he would follow him every step of the way. Once Yuan Chonghuan really planned to show his murderous intentions, he would shoot him first regardless of whether the three heroes of Liaodong were not. He didn't bother to think about what it would become and what kind of twists and turns Phi Dao would face.

As for this glass shop, before solving Yuan Chonghuan's problem, Mao Jue didn't want to invest any more money.

But when Mao Jue looked at the scattered silver and became furious, the thatched cottage was suddenly pushed away with a creak, like a big mouse, and He Siyong groped in.

Thieves don’t just take things down for stealing, they are good thieves if they can be resold. He Siyong’s channels are even wider than the pimp Wen Shao’s, but for seven days in a row, he didn’t have a single glassware. After selling it, when he was working, he was the one who cheated and played tricks. This kid was enough to disappoint Mao Jue.

Seeing him come in, Mao Jue was lacking in interest and reluctantly greeted him weakly.

"Fourth Brother He isn't eating outside, what are you doing here?"

Slyly, he took a sneak peek at those rough guys who were drinking heavily. He Siyong, who looked like a weasel, slid to Mao Jue's side, and whispered to Mao Jue in a low voice.

"Master, these days it's not that I'm having trouble with small things, but that I'm talking about a big business! Now we're almost done!"

Chapter 7. Rich people make friends

Although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, Pidao Town has only about 4 soldiers and civilians, which is equivalent to the size of a town in later generations, but there are everything on the street, grocery stores, blacksmith shops, red light districts, among them Yuxuan Building It can be regarded as quite a high-end family.

Sitting in front of a large banquet table, Mao Jue was really in a disturbed mood, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead like a stream, and he glanced sideways at He Siyong from time to time.

"Fourth brother He, is the big shopkeeper in the south you said reliable or not?"

The dishes on this table are not cheap, there are fish and meat, and there is no five taels of silver that can't be bought. It's pitiful to say that he is a dignified son of the governor of Dongjiang Town. Can't sit still.

"Don't worry, young master!"

When it comes to this, He Siyong is full of confidence, he looks away from the female relative who just went upstairs, pats his chest and proudly promises a discounted ticket.

"This master is the son of the Qian family in Changshu. He came to the north of our country to collect these rare things, such as mink fur and antler, and he doesn't take money for money. Jiannu's wild ginseng, buy a few boxes, and buy a few boxes. Buying radishes is like buying radishes, and the small one was also the year before last. I followed a group of Captain Mojin to plan a noble tomb of the Jin Dynasty, and got a copper mirror. Only then did I fall into the eyes of this master. This time he fell in love with our glazed pieces. If you can open your mouth to make an appointment, you will definitely not be stingy!"

But when he rolled his eyes, this guy showed a cunning look.

"Master, if this trip is successful, the younger one doesn't need the [-]% of the broker's money. You can always be so anxious that the younger one can talk to the younger one in front of the handsome man, and the younger one will be satisfied!"

This He Siyong is really exciting, don't look at how miserable he is, he is a seventh-rank Ming Dynasty, and his official status is better than these ruffians. He Siyong has enough brains. There are a lot of them, but the background is not strong enough. Many Qiandao only dare to smell, but dare not touch. If they can catch up with Mao Jue's way, they can also get a hundred household cards, and then mix in this way, He Siyong's waist But it is much harder, worth more than dozens of taels of silver.

But it's not sure whether he can fool things out now, but Mao Jue didn't take his flattering words to heart, and nodded his head indifferently.

"Well, I know."

At this time, the waiter outside the door suddenly made a noise, and several errand runners ran to the door together, bowing neatly together.

"Congratulations to Young Master Qian, the young master is handsome and unrestrained, the tree is in the wind, stunningly talented, looks like Pan An! It is a great honor for Young Master Qian to visit our shop!"

Damn, what's the matter?

Turning around in shock, Mao Jue slapped his head in confusion again, is there anyone so fucking flirtatious?

Women don't show their faces these days, so this guy is good. He got four beautiful girls in their twenties, and carried him away on a shoulder sedan. There were six servants around him, all dressed in neat blue brocade clothes, beside him. It's like doing Tai Chi, blocking idlers from approaching.

Looking at the sedan chair, Songhe is wearing a beautiful Confucian robe, a melon skin hat, and a piece of jade on his forehead, fanned flamboyantly, and his face is smeared thicker than a woman's.

To be honest, this guy looks pretty good, he has the appearance of a scholar, his appearance is above average, but looking at the fan and the dark circles under his eyes that are hidden under his eyes, his first impression is that he thought of it I saw the kid with kidney deficiency in the movie "Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons" I just watched a few days ago.

"Oh, Mr. Qian is here, my little me"

After putting down the sedan chair, the two beauties stretched out their hands to help Mr. Qian get off the sedan chair, and He Siyong immediately stuck to it like a plaster, but this guy walked past him as if he was nothing, with a full face With a smile, one finger stretched out and walked straight towards Mao Jue.

"Precious jade comes from the emerald mountain, and good artifacts come from the blue hand! I said that this island, the place where the army town was slaughtered, how could it be possible to produce this high-quality water glaze? long time no see!"

know?

Not only He Siyong had a bunch of question marks on his forehead, but even Mao Jue himself stood up in astonishment, and Mao Jue clasped his fists depressed.

"I don't know when Xiongtai met me? Why can't I remember?"

"Brother Mao, don't you remember Qian?"

The young man with kidney deficiency suddenly had a face full of astonishment, and said with an exaggerated expression: "Liaodong Prefecture Township Examination, you and I, and Brother Song, Brother Zhang, and Brother Gao hit it off immediately. When Bingzhuye talked about Tianming, Brother Mao actually forgot Qian , really disappointed Qian.”

This young man with kidney deficiency was still glass-hearted, clutching his chest like an old man, beating his feet and groaning in mourning, causing Mao Jue to break out in a lot of cold sweat on the back of his head.

Fortunately, there is Su Yi who is good at chattering, seeing her young master embarrassed, this little girl hurriedly greeted her with a smile.

"Mr. Qian, my son fell into the water half a month ago and suffered from a headache. I can't remember many things. Please bear with me."

"Oh? Brother Mao, are you okay? Let Qian take a look!"

All of a sudden, it turned into a worried expression on the old man's face. The man with kidney deficiency wanted to touch Mao Jue's head to see if he was overwhelmed. Mao Jue hurriedly smiled and raised his hand to decline. This guy didn't Knowing if he was overzealous, he turned around and went out again, shouting as he walked.

"Green lotus, bring me my Nanyang blood bird's nest, Boni frankincense, and Tianzhu oil! Give me some nourishment for Brother Mao."

"Who is this guy?"

Taking advantage of this time, Mao Jue quickly turned his head and turned to ask Xiang Suyi.When mentioning him, Su Yi's small face couldn't help showing a wave of disdain.

"Hmph, I'm just an upstart from the south of the Yangtze River. I met you, young master, in the Liaodong Township Examination last year. After learning that our master is Mao Shuai, I immediately stuck to him, and I couldn't even drive him away."

It turned out to be a father.