Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

But Lian Ti was well-informed. What happened in the yard where alcohol was distilled in the front foot, he knew it in the back foot.

Wondering why distilling, why adding water, right?

No problem, fulfill your wish!

Song Qingyuan glanced at Lian Ti, and beckoned him to come over.

Regardless of whether the other party could understand or not, Song Qingyuan began to talk about the principle of alcohol sterilization to Lian.

What kind of bacterial protein, what dehydration and solidification, what kind of protective film.

An explanation successfully restored the silence in the house.

Seeing the stunned Lian Ti, Song Qingyuan chuckled, turned around and left the room to check on the condition of the injured.

After Song Qingyuan left, Lian Ti also stood up, glanced at the direction he left, and smiled helplessly.

When entering the room where Orion was recuperating, Lian Ti noticed that Song Qingyuan turned his head away with a look of unbearable expression.

Maybe it was the first time I saw such a rough way of treating wounds, maybe there were other reasons.

Lian Ti didn't know what Song Qingyuan was thinking, but Lian Ti noticed his low mood.

What Song Qingyuan thought when he saw Orion was: In this era, people like him are by no means an exception, but a true portrayal of countless ordinary people.

His strength alone is too weak, and he may be able to save the life of a hunter, but what about the countless sufferings that he can't see?

Song Qingyuan admitted that such thinking was somewhat negative.

He is not a god, but a member of all living beings, doing what he thinks is right to the best of his ability.

But Lian Ti's unreasonable questioning just now successfully interrupted the spread of Song Qingyuan's negative emotions.

He told himself in his heart: It's better to do something than to stand on the sidelines.

As for those unfamiliar words, would Lian Ti care?

He will not.

What Lian Ti cherished was this living person standing in front of him.As for his past, his secrets, and his sudden changes two years ago, like a bird flying across the sky, there is no trace left in Lian Ti's heart.

Song Qingyuan and Lian Ti had other things to do, and after confirming that Zhou Qiao's wound treatment was correct, they got up and left.

Before leaving, Song Qingyuan also taught Zhou Qiao several common bandaging methods to stop bleeding, and asked him to make a notice and post it on the outside the door.

"Should I ask them to speed up the production of alcohol? It's always good to have more of these things." On the way back to the palace, Song Qingyuan discussed with Lian Ti.

And Lian Ti waved his hand like what happened countless times before, telling Song Qingyuan to let him make the decision.

But the other party shook his head, and said, "Your Majesty, you know that alcohol is only used in large quantities during wars. But it's not up to me to decide whether to fight or not."

Lian Ti paused, and looked behind him.The trees are sprouting new branches, the newly built canals are nourishing the bean seedlings next to them, and there are occasional shouts from farmers.

He didn't know how long he hadn't seen such a scene of stability, harmony and vitality.

After a long time, Lian Ti spoke slowly: "No one wants war, but many things often have to be done."

Song Qingyuan didn't answer, rubbing the reins with one hand.

He knew in his heart that what Lian mentioned was right, but the war was too cruel.

He had seen war with his own eyes, seen a city slaughtered, even the infants were not spared.

At the very beginning, Song Qingyuan had blood, crying, and purgatory-like streets and alleys in his dreams every night. It took several months to come out of his memories.

He can't control the war, he can only do his best to reduce the casualties of the war.

And this is the real reason why Song Qingyuan is willing to give up everything and go to the Southern Zhou Dynasty as a hostage, rather than a failure in the struggle for power.

In other words, Song Qingyuan did it voluntarily.

He made a deal with his nominal father.

Song Qingyuan has an unknown Zhuangzi in his fief, which was planned by him after traveling through.

Zhuangzi is hidden in the deep mountains, and countless people have tried their best to find the location.There is the most advanced steelmaking technology of this era, including the inferior ore that Song Qingyuan exchanged from Mobei last year, which was also sent there.

But in the end, Song Qingyuan handed him over to King Yan to drive him.

Although Zhuangzi's location was not exposed, the steel produced was used by Song Shenxu.In exchange, King Yan needs to control his army and prohibit massacres and harming civilians.

So there was no such thing as a failure to compete for power with his eldest brother, it was just Song Qizhen's own incompetent rage of unilaterally finding fault.

Song Qingyuan never took him seriously, even going to the Southern Zhou Dynasty as a hostage was in his plan.The purpose is to leave King Yan's control and go to other places to find another way out.

As for why he chose Lian Ti, Song Qingyuan discovered that he had many qualities that he admired in the process of getting along with him.

Mobei was his best choice after weighing all the pros and cons, but he really fell in love with the people and scenery here during this period of time.

"Your Highness, Du Wei is here." When they arrived at the gate of the palace, the two happened to meet the manager of the wool workshop who was going to find Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan nodded, turned to look at Lian Ti, and asked him if he wanted to go there with him.

Because Song Qingyuan has been busy making alcohol recently, he has no time to share state affairs for him for a while.Lian Ti thought about the pile of documents piled up in his study, and had no choice but to reluctantly decline Song Qingyuan's invitation.

Song Qingyuan smiled, separated from Lian Ti at the gate of the palace, turned around and went to the wool workshop.

Du Wei was arranged by the manager in a room specially used for receiving guests. When he saw Song Qingyuan coming in, he quickly stood up and saluted.

Song Qingyuan waved his hand and went straight to the point, "Have you seen the felt produced there?"

Seeing Du Wei nodded, Song Qingyuan asked his opinion again.

The person opposite quickly sat up straight and praised: "Those woolen cushions feel thick and soft, and I think they are of good quality. The patterns on them are also beautiful, and the colors are even brighter. Not only that, I also saw..."

Seeing that Du Wei was about to give a thousand-word compliment to Wool Felt, Song Qingyuan hurriedly interrupted Du Wei's long speech.

According to this efficiency, I am afraid that it will not be able to talk about business until dark.

However, Du Wei didn't mean to flatter. Song Qingyuan's wool pads were worthy of such praise in terms of quality and style.

In an age when most people still wore plain undyed sackcloth, and even the well-to-do families wore nothing but indigo, such brightly colored cushions were indeed rare.

Thanks to Song Qingyuan's suggestion, the dyeing workshop's dyeing technology should be more advanced.Otherwise, if such a mat is produced, it may not be sold at a sky-high price.

But even with plug-ins like Song Qingyuan, the cost of the mats they produce is not low.

Obviously, the customer group this time is those people who are not necessarily stupid, but must have a lot of money.

He sent a letter to Du Wei to discuss how to sell the cushions to the Southern Zhou Dynasty.Unexpectedly, the other party happened to come to Wang Ting to sell a batch of goods, so they made an appointment to meet and discuss in detail.

Song Qingyuan first asked Du Wei not to set the price too high.

Du Wei didn't understand Song Qingyuan's approach.Why not make a fortune at a high price?Anyway, with the quality and style of felt, no one will like it.

Hearing Du Wei's doubtful inquiry, Song Qingyuan explained: "Setting the price higher may make a lot of money in a short time, but I want more than that."

Du Wei looked up in surprise, and saw Song Qingyuan touching the mat in his hand, and said with a smile, "Because I need it to knock on the door of Nanzhou Market."

His plan goes far beyond selling a few woolen cushions.

Song Qingyuan intends to rely on these brightly colored, high-quality, and inexpensive woolen mats first, so that the gentry in the Southern Zhou Dynasty will accept the existence of woolen products, and then when they sell woolen clothes in winter, they will be easily sold. accept.

For wealthy families, there are many options for keeping warm in winter, and woolen sweaters are not the only ones.

In this way, when there is a clothing made of wool that they have never heard of on the market, not many people will choose it in the first place.

It is true that Song Qingyuan knew in his heart: wool is far superior to current clothing in terms of warmth retention and lightness, so it is impossible not to be unpopular.

But that will undoubtedly take more time for people to accept clothing made of wool.

Song Qingyuan wants Mobei's wool to be realized as quickly as possible. The best way is to use a product that is difficult to replace first, and let them actively contact and become familiar with it.

The wool cushion is the best choice.

Beautiful patterns and vibrant colors make the cushion both rare and upper-class.And the not-so-expensive price can make it quickly favored by the noble class.

This is why Song Qingyuan wanted to lower the price of the cushions.Compared with the clothes that everyone needs, the profit from selling cushions is nothing to mention.

Du Wei's mind turned rapidly, and he managed to catch up with Song Qingyuan's train of thought.

Since Song Qingyuan first told him the concept of "marketing", he had a little understanding of Song Qingyuan's business talent.

Unexpectedly, that was just the simplest strategy of the other party, and his real strategy was much deeper than that.

"Wisdom but close to a monster" is not a compliment, but Du Wei thinks it is the most appropriate description for Song Qingyuan.

He has been with his father since he was a child, learning the art of businessman by his ears and eyes.He can confidently guarantee that he is better than most businessmen in the world.

But when he met Song Qingyuan, he had no choice but to be thankful that the other party was from a noble family and disdained to be a merchant, otherwise all the merchants in the world would have no way out.

If Song Qingyuan knew about Du Wei's thinking, Song Qingyuan would tell him honestly: as a moral businessman, it is wrong to engage in monopoly, so he will not force other businessmen to die.

As for why the salt and wool businesses are now in his hands alone...

His Royal Highness Yanyun said: He is not a businessman now, so he can naturally monopolize it!

After finishing the business, Song Qingyuan leaned on the soft pillow and started chatting with Du Wei.

When he came in, he saw a truck transporting goods parked at the door, with the logo of the Du family on it.Song Qingyuan asked Du Wei, what are the goods inside?

Hearing this, Du Wei sighed in distress, "Return to Your Highness, there are some grapes inside."

Grape?Song Qingyuan was a little puzzled.

There is no place to grow grapes near the royal court.There are tribes in the south who can plant, but there are hundreds of miles away from the royal court, and the transportation cost alone is not a small sum.

According to Song Qingyuan's inference, this kind of business is often not easy to do.

Sure enough, he looked up and saw Du Wei's bitter face.

Everyone knows how afraid Putao is of being bumped. There are only a few cars of Putao halfway because of road wear and tear.

Moreover, the grapes are extremely perishable. Du Wei was able to keep a whole cart because he was lucky to meet the cool weather recently, otherwise he was afraid that there would be no harvest.

Song Qingyuan shook his head helplessly.In this era of extremely underdeveloped transportation, selling fresh fruits and vegetables over long distances is almost equivalent to losing money.

The only thing that puzzled him was that an experienced businessman like Du Wei should not make such low-level mistakes.

Song Qingyuan asked the doubts in his heart, but he saw Du Wei sighing and replied: "Your Highness, you don't know, those people make a living by growing some grapes. But the people there are not very rich, and those who can afford melons and fruits Not much, and they can’t go any farther away. I felt uncomfortable, so I wondered if I could help them sell some. It’s just that the loss on the road is too great, so it’s better to waste your time.”

After hearing Du Wei's explanation, Song Qingyuan also sighed.

In this era of inconvenient transportation, there is no way around it.We can't let Du Wei sell grapes for them at a loss.

Wait, grapes?

Song Qingyuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration. It's hard to say about other fruits, but grapes can be made into raisins!

It depends on the quality of the grapes produced there.

Song Qingyuan stood up suddenly, startling Du Wei too.But before he had time to ask, he heard Song Qingyuan ask him to take him to see the grapes.

Du Wei was confused, but he still took Song Qingyuan to the donkey cart pulling the goods.He jumped up and pulled a small bunch of grapes, wiped them clean with a handkerchief, and handed them to Song Qingyuan.

After Song Qingyuan took it, he didn't care much about whether Du Wei wiped it clean, so he stuffed one into his mouth.

What he worried about didn't happen.The grapes grown there have not changed their taste due to the age of the variety.

It is as sweet and delicious as the later generations, enough to meet the requirements of making raisins.

The author says:

War is too cruel, peace is really precious——