I opened a tavern in Datang/Datang: My peerless talent was exposed

After finishing speaking, he sent the two of them to go out to do errands.

After arranging Lao Fang and Gou Zi, Zhang Nuo turned back to the study, ticked two ticks on the plan list, thought about it for a while, and then took Hong Yu out,

"Hongyu, let's go, let's change clothes and go out, my husband still has to buy a lot of things, let's go to the West Market to do the shopping."

It's really easy for women to go out these days. They can go out by changing into clean clothes, and there is no taboo at all.

Therefore, Hongyu just nodded with a smile and immediately went back to the room to clean up.

Zhang Nuo's mind is now full of thoughts on how to make himself more comfortable.So, if you look at his drawings on that piece of paper, sofas, quilts, heaters, pillows, toilet paper, soap...

Zhang Nuo literally made a list of the necessities of life for himself, as long as they could improve the living conditions, he wrote them all down.

And these things are not to be purchased, and Datang does not have a supermarket or canteen to buy these things for people. Zhang Nuo intends to make them all by virtue of his own ability.

In the past, I had no conditions and no ability, so I could only feel aggrieved, but now that I have part of the account, my memory is very clear, and I know how to do it. The most important thing is that I have money, so I have to let myself live. Get comfortable.

As a lazy terminal cancer patient who can lie down but never sit, and sit and never stand, Zhang Nuo knows exactly what he wants.

It would be meaningless to be a high-ranking official, rich and powerful, if you can't make yourself live comfortably.

Chapter 56 Changes in Yongping Square

In Chang'an in the twelfth lunar month, there will be goose feathers and heavy snow every now and then. The whole Chang'an city is wrapped in this layer of silver-coated skin, which looks extraordinarily solemn and pure.

The same is true of Yongpingfang at this time. As a poor area in Chang'an City, the slightly dilapidated houses under the cover of heavy snow, and the vast expanse of white, unexpectedly look a little delicate.

It was still early, and the gate of the square was not opened, but at this moment, Yongping Square was not peaceful, but there were faint and almost continuous knocking sounds one after another in the whole square city.

Lao Zhu put down the hammer in his hand, looked at the gradually forming stove in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

The price is one hundred cash, the selling price is three hundred, and he can make two in a day, which is much better than the hard work of hammering a few door nails and cutting a few kitchen knives before.

Seeing that the stove was about to take shape, Lao Zhu turned around and picked up a palm-sized wooden pawn from the side. on the stove.

After knocking out the rubbings, Lao Zhu wiped the wooden Qizi very preciously, not to mention the dust that didn't exist in the first place, and the originally round wooden Qizi looked more and more shiny.

This thing is a treasure, and only with this mark on it, the servants of Xiao Zhang's shopkeeper's house will collect it, and then put it in the shops in Dongshi and Xishi for takeaway.

Lao Zhu also lamented that the old Zhang's family is still righteous. They don't forget these old neighbors when they become rich.

At this moment, the iron boy next door to him is probably busy too.

Not only him, but several other companies have placed orders with him and ordered iron materials. Tie Laoer's virtue of demanding money should be working day and night at the moment.

I don't know what shopkeeper Xiaozhang was thinking. It turns out that iron materials can be rolled out with a roller. Lao Zhu now recalls that when shopkeeper Xiaozhang demonstrated, he felt stupid when the iron sheets came out of the roller. It's funny.

He casually picked up a large iron pot from the stove that he built next to him, poured it into a large bowl, and the ginger soup that had been simmering suddenly rushed out with billowing heat.

Drink a large bowl beautifully, and the whole person feels comfortable!

Looking up again, my kid is actually dozing off?

Old Zhu was not used to the child, so he kicked him with one kick, and he was scolded all over his face.

"We won't be able to live a good life for a few days, right? If it weren't for your father and Lao Zhang being friendly back then, the shopkeeper Xiao Zhang could take care of our family? One stove earns two hundred, and you are still lazy for such a good thing?"

"Isn't I working so hard to earn money for you and your elder brother to marry a wife? Get up and work for me!"

When Lao Zhu said one kick, his voice was loud and his feet were heavy, which completely woke up the second child of the Zhu family and fell asleep.

This is not just the situation of his family, the whole Yongping Square has completely become a primitive assembly line factory under Zhang Nuo's intentional or unintentional arrangement.

Those who produce iron sheets, those who make coal stoves, kettles, iron drums, and a large group of lotus root coals, the entire industrial chain has continuously supplied the needs of the entire Chang'an during the past half month.

Lao Zhu's craftsmanship is good, and each stove is almost exactly the same, so Zhang Nuo issued a seal carved by himself. As long as the stove is produced by him, he will put a trademark on it and put it in the restaurants he just opened in Dongshi and Xishi. sold here.

Others can also sell stoves, but without the imprint of this circle sheet, they can only sell for less than [-] yuan.

But here, Zhang Nuo directly placed an order with Lao Zhu, [-] coins each, and sold it for [-] yuan after resale. Not to mention the [-] yuan earned, the supply was in short supply, so others believed him.

The officials of Yongpingfang are also full of red faces recently, and they look at people through their nostrils when they walk all day long. There is no way, it is so beautiful!

Every day, wagons from various houses came here waiting to buy coal and stoves. The hustle and bustle and endless stream made Lao He feel that he was not in Yongping Square but looking at the gate of the palace.

During the recent period, Yongping Square is considered the most lively market in Chang'an.

Not only are the stoves and chimneys convenient and easy to use, but there is also a large stretch of Zhangji Distillery in the depths of Fangshi.

There are no craftsmen in the market, and those who have hands and legs that can move, almost all go to work in wineries.

Every day, cartloads of food were sent to the wine shop in a steady stream, and then the cartloads of fine wine were sent directly to the restaurants in Dongxi City, where they were exchanged for strings of copper coins.

There are also Hu merchants from the Western Regions and peddlers who run to the south. They come to the door of the winery to wait every day as soon as the market opens, thinking about pulling a few carts of "Zhang Jiqiu Guijiu" to sell.

Everyone knows that this wine is good, as long as it can be bought, it can be sold to make money, which makes the originally silent Yongping Square even more lively.

Recently, Lao He has told all the households that outsiders are not allowed to enter Fangshi. If they want to buy wine, stoves or coal, there is a special place at the entrance of Fangshi, and no one is allowed to enter inside.

Those who visit relatives have to register, and then arrange to go to inns in other Fangshi under supervision.

Now the market is full of treasures, and the craftsmanship of this stove can be passed down from family to family, not to mention the fine wine that can pour people down from a bottle.

A few days ago, a few bums who were hanging out on the street sneakily wanted to play Qiufeng, and even wanted to moles the head wife of the shopkeeper Xiaozhang's house, but it turned out that the housekeeper of Zhang's house yelled on Fangshi Street.

Good fellows, the guys holding hammers, sticks, kitchen knives, and hoes chased straight out two streets, abruptly interrupting a few gangsters who claimed to be running rampant in the West Market. leg.

It doesn't matter if the government comes, these bad people are used to the world, after asking a few words about the situation, they don't care about the broken legs, and dragged them away by the collar of their clothes.

After this battle, the reputation of Yongpingfang became more and more famous, and Lao He walked more and more arrogantly. It was almost not the nostrils that judged people, but the nostrils that judged the sky. I don't know if the neck can bear it.

Zhang Nuo originally just wanted to improve his living conditions, but abruptly created the most primitive closed industrial park in Chang'an during the Tang Dynasty.

Zhang Nuo thought about it and didn't stop it. People are profit-seeking, and on the premise of knowing that something makes money, the kind of enthusiasm that burst out can burn everything.

Zhang Nuo is just taking advantage of the situation. Anyway, the restaurant business is good. The first floor sells wine and some groceries, and the backyard and upstairs drink and eat. As long as the business is good and there is money to be made, he doesn't mind selling goods for the neighbors, so he will charge a small difference. , is enough for his recent prodigal fortune.

Anyway, business has been going well recently, and he doesn't have to worry about selling anything. The real thing is making money every day, which gives Zhang Nuo infinite courage, or how can you say that money is a man's courage.

With a rich family background, Zhang Nuo began to think about a new type of business.

Chapter 57

Zhang Nuo's new business is very simple, but very difficult to do, that is, paper making and book selling.

For Zhang Nuo, who is familiar with simple papermaking techniques, he originally wanted to get some straw paper to wipe his butt, but he never thought about it. The paper he made in the end seemed to be not much worse than the current rice paper.

Zhang Nuo, who discovered the business opportunity, decided to set up another paper-making workshop in Yongpingfang without doing anything else.

He also figured it out, and when the technical and stable production comes up, he will go to build a farm outside the city, and then it will not be an industrial park, but a real industrial area.

The paper was produced by mistake, but it was troublesome when it came to printing. Printing with movable type was easy.

The key is how to find the right ink, Zhang Nuo has been tossing for more than a week without success.

Either it is too light, and the handwriting on the printed book is not clear, or it is too thick, and it is too dark to look good.

At the same time, factors such as ease of use, easy deployment, and convenience for mass production must also be considered, so Zhang Nuo's body is full of ink fragrance wherever he goes recently, and his two paws have never seen the color of flesh.

Those who didn't know thought he was a cultural person who was obsessed with studying, but they didn't know that he was a black-hearted businessman who was only thinking about earning money from scholars.

On this day, Zhang Nuo finally basically got the ink done, and excitedly ran to Yongpingfang, and started printing the first book directly in the printing workshop that had already been prepared.

Zhang Nuo, a stinky and shameless person, naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity to make himself famous. Not only did he write the "Zhang Style" one by one, but even the first book was "Zhang Nuo's Anthology of Poetry".

Zhang Nuo chose [-] poems with ease, matched them with blue-dyed cardboard specially used for writing greeting cards, and sold them out for a hundred cash each.

As for the best-selling classics such as the Analects of Confucius, The Doctrine of the Mean, and Daxue, they are simply opened to death.

Zhang Nuo gave the newly recruited manager of the bookstore, Lao Zhao, a death order. If he can't read all the books within three days, each with [-] copies, Lao Zhao doesn't have to do it.

Lao Zhao, who was forced into a corner by Zhang Nuo, sent away Zhang Nuo with a full set of new books with a smile on his front foot, and then began to curse people in the study with his voice open. Think relaxed posture.

Zhang Nuo was half lying on his carriage, with a thick mattress under his body, which not only kept him warm, but also filtered out the bumps when the carriage creaked and rolled over the green brick road.

At this moment, Zhang Nuo looked through the few books he had produced with satisfaction, needless to say his face was full of complacency.

Perhaps compared to the exquisite packaging and white paper of later generations, the printed matter produced by Zhang Nuo at this time is still rough, but compared to the hard-to-find book on the market, there are a lot of typos and omissions. Books, produced by Zhang Nuo's family, can be regarded as family heirlooms in this day and age.

However, the current few books alone are not enough, and they can be used to sell them in the early stage, but Zhang Nuo always feels that if a bookstore does not produce thousands of different books, it will be a bit embarrassing.

Therefore, Zhang Nuo, who was still immersed in the joy of printing the first book, turned around and began to frown again, thinking about what else to sell.

Hongyu leaned against Zhang Nuo's arms, flipping through her husband's collection of poems with a smile on her face, while looking up at her husband from time to time.

If someone opens Zhang Nuo's collection of poems, the first one he sees is "Lovesickness", and there is a line below it, "Give my wife ruby."

God knows how happy Hongyu was when she saw this poem. No one has ever put a love poem for his wife at the beginning of his collection of poems.

And reading this poem carefully, the paper is full of feelings, Hongyu read it over and over again, and even recited it unconsciously.

"Red beans are born in the South, and spring comes to send a few branches. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

As long as anyone has read the book, who can not know that ruby ​​is the elegant name of red bean?Isn't this what she wrote about herself?

And borrowing things to chant people, seeing the true love in the ordinary, is almost written in the heart of the daughter's family.

Hongyu read it several times. She originally planned to chat with her husband, but when she looked up, she found that Zhang Nuo was frowning and thinking about something. She reached out and touched Zhang Nuo's brow unconsciously, as if she wanted to wipe away the frown. flat.

Zhang Nuo was awakened as soon as the cold little hand reached out, looking at his worried wife, Zhang Nuo said with a smile,

"Don't worry about it. My husband is thinking about the bookstore. I want to print more books, but I don't know what to print."

When Hongyu heard that her husband was thinking about this, she immediately laughed and said softly,

"Husband, the authorities have lost their minds. My sister-in-law still has a lot of classics and history books, and my brother's study has a collection of annotated editions of many great Confucians."

"My husband has the heart to contribute to the world's scholars. If you think about it, your brother and sister-in-law will not refuse!"

After Zhang Nuo heard it, he suddenly realized, yes, Lao Li's house is a great cause for everyone at first glance, how could there be no good books in it.

At the moment, I don't care about copyright or not. If I can get a few classic books annotated by great scholars, I won't worry about selling them at all.

At that time, the basic version will sell for [-] texts, and the annotated version of the Great Confucianism will not sell for [-] texts. I am sorry for the hard work of the Confucianists.

Thinking of his pride, Zhang Nuo excitedly pecked Hongyu's delicate mouth, and praised,

"As expected of my virtuous wife, the ability to spend money from her mother's family is really amazing! Hahaha."

After being attacked by Zhang Nuo and teased again and again, Hongyu immediately blushed, and lightly beat Zhang Nuo's chest several times in embarrassment and indignation.

From time to time, the husband and wife leaned into their ears to talk privately, and secretly kissed each other from time to time. If the old party hadn't reminded them outside the carriage, they didn't even notice that they had already arrived home.

As soon as Zhang Nuo entered the door, he saw Lao Li who was leisurely looking at Zhang Nuo's calligraphy with his hands behind his back in the lobby.

Li Shimin is also really busy recently, approaching the end of the new year, affairs from all over the country have to be reported to the imperial court, and new policies for the coming year have to be arranged, it is so busy that the sky is dark, today is a little free, Li Shimin, who has nothing to do, thinks about it My little brother in the marketplace.

No, before it was time for lunch, Li Shimin strolled over.

Seeing the righteous master at this time, Li Shimin was also very happy, and said with a smile,

"Shopkeeper Xiao Zhang is so elegant, Lao Li just didn't come in January, and there are a few more masterpieces on the wall, which makes people envious. If you don't come back, I'm afraid I'll have to run home with your masterpieces gone."

Zhang Nuo nodded very stinkingly, not at all ashamed that he had copied a few more masterpieces of Li Bai. What about scholars, can that be called copying?

Chapter 58

Seeing Li Shimin, Zhang Nuo remembered what Hongyu said just now that the old Li's family had a collection of books, which was a coincidence.

Lao Li delivered the goods to your door. As an incompetent businessman who likes to talk about state affairs when he has nothing to do, it shouldn't be too difficult to coax some books from Lao Li.

But who is Zhang Nuo? He is a person who can't wait to squeeze oil out of a stone. How could he speak so easily? Wouldn't he owe Lao Li a favor?

Favors are sometimes more important than money, especially in this era of paying attention to promises and gold, it is really a big cost, which makes Zhang Nuo who is more and more familiar with the rules of the Tang Dynasty, how can he easily owe it.

So, after greeting Lao Li, Zhang Nuo got into the kitchen without saying a word and got busy.

Pickled cabbage minced meat soup, braised pork ribs, scallion fried lamb and Lao Li's favorite lion's head, three dishes and one soup plus a pot of Zhang Jiqiu Guijiu, which has recently become popular in Chang'an City, are enough to satisfy Lao Li.

You know, the Juxian Building, which is the most popular in the East Market and West Market recently, is the property of Zhang Nuo's family, and the chef in charge is the two strong brothers who have only studied with Zhang Nuo for a month.

Every time when Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang are praised for their amazing craftsmanship, they always shake their heads in fear, and seriously say that they have only studied with the master for a month, and now they have not yet graduated from the master, and they have to go home every day to continue Learn a craft.

This made the restaurant, which was famous for its delicious food and wine, even more mysterious. I don't know how many people wanted to taste the craftsmanship of Zhang Nuo, the owner.

It made Zhang Nuo feel like his brother is not in the arena, but there are legends about him everywhere in the arena.

It can be seen from this that Lao Li should be really proud to let Zhang Nuo cook a meal with his own hands, and then take out the carefully prepared wine.

When the food was on the table, Zhang Nuo also consciously brought a pair of bowls and chopsticks for himself, and then began to chat with Lao Li while eating.

Both of them were very interested today, so they chatted from anecdotes in the market to anecdotes from various places, going around and around, and finally the two talked about major national affairs.