Travel to the early Tang Dynasty and become a salted fish

Finally, after drinking a glass of water, I no longer felt any "heartache" at all.

Hou Junji looked at Chu Mo and Cheng Yaojin with a half-smile but not a smile: "You two, this thing is not like the "heartache" you brag about. It is obviously just a cup of ordinary brown sugar water."

Cheng Yaojin chuckled: "Junji, you know this is brown sugar water, don't you feel bad?"

Hou Junji turned around and looked at Chu Mo in disbelief.

Chu Mo nodded: "A cup of brown sugar water costs 90 taels of silver. Even if the general has a mine at home, he should still have some reaction."

At this time, Hou Junji was furious, but when he saw Cheng Yaojin's unconcealable smile and Chu Mo's calm demeanor, he suddenly sobered up.

Damn it, all this must have been done by that old man Cheng Yaojin. He wanted to use Chu Mo to trick him.

Taking a deep breath, Hou Junji raised his fist, cupped his hand towards Cheng Yaojin and said: "Zhijie, Hou has written down what happened today, and I will pay it back in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out the door.

Chu Mo was stunned for a moment: "Old Cheng, are you okay? Will this offend someone to death?"

Cheng Yaojin snorted: "Just him? He's just a cowardless gangster."

"Brother Chu, our first deal is done. From now on, I will bring more people over. Remember to prepare more ingredients."

Chu Mo waved his hand, what happened with Hou Junji just now reminded him, what the hell, if you trick people like this, just one or two, maybe Cheng Yaojin can handle it.

But when you meet someone like Hou Junji, you will obviously have a deadly feud. Even if you, Old Cheng, can handle it, you can't with your little body.

"Lao Cheng, I think let's forget about this. I don't want to continue doing this kind of thing like giving birth to a son without an asshole."

"No, little brother Chu, isn't our cooperation very good? Don't worry, even if you give Hou Jun 100 courages, he won't dare to come to your place to cause trouble."

Chu Mo shook his head: "Old Cheng, even if he doesn't dare to make trouble, I'm still dawdling under his hands. If one day he gives me little shoes, I'll be in trouble."

"He dares. If he dares to wear small shoes for you, then just scream..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Mo: "Old Cheng, Hou Junji just reminded me that we won't be selling vegetables, but we can get something else."

"Something else? What is it? Does Brother Chu have any way to get rich? Let's make a deal first, you have to pull me along."

Chu Mo gave you a reassuring look, pointed at Qinglong Wuxue on the table and said, "What do you think of this?"

Cheng Yaojin glanced at the dishes on the table and slapped his thigh: "Oh, my little brother is still smart."

"A table of dishes is too deceptive. Change it to one dish. It's not bad, it's a good idea."

Chu Mo blinked, feeling like they were not on the same channel.

"Lao Cheng, I just said that I won't engage in this deceptive thing anymore. Didn't Hou Junji just say that he was willing to pay a high price for my salt?"

"Look, how much is my salt worth?"

Cheng Yaojin was stunned for a moment and asked: "Didn't you just say that there is not much stock of this salt? Are you willing to sell it?"

Chu Mo chuckled: "Lao Cheng, don't worry about how much salt I have. Anyway, you just need to help me find a seller. We will split the salt between [-] and [-], and you will get [-] from me."

"You only need to be responsible for sales, and I will do all the production and transportation. How about it."

Cheng Yaojin lost interest when he heard that he was only responsible for selling, and Chu Mo was responsible for everything else.

After thinking about it, it must be extremely cumbersome to produce this thing, and the cost will definitely not be low.

Judging from the fact that each bucket of coarse salt on the market costs more than half, this refined salt must be even higher.

The most important thing is the production technology. If I don’t know anything, if I am only responsible for sales, it means there is no risk at all.

Chu Mo didn't mention risk sharing just now. From this point of view, it is equivalent to letting himself sit and collect money. There is nothing he can't do about money falling from the sky.

After thinking about it, Cheng Yaojin took Chu Mo's hand and said, "Brother Chu, don't worry, don't talk about it. As far as our relationship is concerned, I don't want a penny, so I can work for you for free."

Chu Mo rolled his eyes. Damn it, I really think I'm blind. When you talked about [-] points just now, your two bull's eyes almost fell out.

He curled his lips disdainfully: "Old Cheng, if we want to cooperate, let's first tell who knows the ugly things. From now on, I don't care how much refined salt I give you every day. I don't care how much you sell. However, you have to remember clearly for me how much you sell. .”

"If one day I find that the amount is wrong, then our cooperation will be over."

When Cheng Yaojin heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry about what I do, Old Cheng. It's the starting point of the caravan, and I have the right conscience. I will never harm my brothers because of something that smells like copper."

After looking at the food on the table, Chu Mo nodded: "Okay, Old Cheng, I believe you. I will send someone to inform you after I finish it in the next few days."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and called shopkeeper Liu: "Old Liu, how much salt is left in the kitchen?"

Shopkeeper Liu glanced at Cheng Yaojin who was standing aside, thought for a while and said: "There are not many uncles left, only 3..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Mo hurriedly said: "Uh. There are still 3 kilograms left. Okay, you can bring them all back to Lao Cheng later."

"Old Cheng, you can take all this salt to Hou Junji when you go back later, and consider it as my apology to him."

"In addition, you also tell him that in the future, when we produce refined salt, we will send him some more. What happened today was that we did not act kindly. Please say a few more kind words to me."

Cheng Yaojin grinned almost to his ears, smiling and nodding: "Don't worry, I am here, old Cheng, let alone a gathering of princes. I have never been afraid of anyone other than His Majesty the Emperor in this world. . . ”

Just as he was about to say "who", he saw a beautiful figure walking up.

Cheng Yaojin was so frightened that he couldn't stand still and fell down on the chair.

Chu Mo frowned: "Lao Cheng? You didn't drink, so why are you drunk? Do you want me to ask the kitchen to make some refreshing soup?"

Seeing the beautiful figure walking towards the next door, not looking for him, Cheng Yaojin cursed secretly: Why are you so timid, and then slapped the table:

"Brother Chu, you underestimate me, Old Cheng. Don't worry, it was just a long battle and your legs are a little weak. It's okay. Don't worry."

At this time, shopkeeper Liu also brought the salt.

Chu Mo handed the things to Cheng Yaojin and said: "Old Cheng, remember to go and send it to Hou Junji. Remember, it is better to offend a gentleman than a villain. Hou Junji is not that easy to deal with."

Cheng Yaojin took the bag and opened it, almost bursting with joy.