In the years of ancient traders

After Song Shu asked the price, he remembered that his several workshops made new clothes for each season, so he ordered some more and bought twenty bags, which cost nearly a penny.

Bai Yicheng called his two brothers to carry kapok for Song Shu, "This is my fifth and sixth younger brothers, Bai Yifang and Bai Yixiang." He introduced.

"But the lanes of the lanes?" Song Shu wondered. It is very common to name them after poems and songs, but I have never heard of ones named after administrative units.

"Exactly." Bai Yicheng picked up three big cloth bags and followed Song Shu home, "My elder brother is called Bai Yibang, my third brother is Bai Yixiang, my fourth brother is Bai Yicun, and my seventh brother is called Bai Yijing. "

Song Shu became more and more curious the more he heard it, this is really an easy-to-remember name.

"Why is your seventh brother Jing?" He asked again.

"Because there is nothing smaller than an alley. I wanted to call it Bai Yizhai, but for some reason it became a well." The names of Bai Yicheng and his brothers were often teased by others. He thought it was very good. The fun of the name says a few more words to customers, which is also a way to get closer.

"Interesting." Song Shu said, pointing to the yard ahead, "This is my home."

Bai Yicheng took a look, the small courtyard was very clean and tidy, and the three rammed earth houses were similar to the surrounding dwellings. It was indeed an ordinary farmer as the village head said.Bai Yicheng is even more impressed by the fact that he was born in an ordinary farmer but can make such a big business.

"I heard that you also sell soybean oil and silk quilts? I saw a stall for deep-fried dough sticks in Yuexing City, but they used your soybean oil?" Bai Yicheng asked.

"That's right. Those who sell stir-fried vegetables, deep-fried dough sticks, scallion pancakes, and everything that uses oil for food, most of them are my soybean oil." Song Shu said, he said it modestly, but in fact, almost all of them are.

"How do you sell this soybean oil?" Bai Yicheng asked.Judging by today's situation, their kapok will be sold out within two days. If they can bring some of the goods here on the return trip and sell them back, it will be another good fortune.

"The wholesale price here is [-] papers per jar," Song Shu said.

Bai Yicheng's expression was exactly the same as Shopkeeper Wang's when he heard the price, he was stunned.Compared with the price of sesame oil and lard at that day, this soybean oil is simply not worth mentioning.

In fact, someone also mentioned to Song Shu that his soybean oil would be more expensive.Song Shu also knew that even if the price rose to [-]% or even [-]% or [-]% of that of sesame oil, his soybean oil would still be sold.But in that case, the price of cooking oil will remain high, and the scallion pancakes, deep-fried dough sticks, and stir-fried vegetables will become the monopoly of the rich and nobles, and those peddlers who make a living from them will also lose their livelihood.With less income, everyone is unwilling to consume. In such a vicious circle, today's prosperity will no longer exist.

The same is true for steamed buns and silk quilts.

Raising the unit price, under the premise of monopoly, he can certainly earn more, but the business is still stagnant, and it is not a long-term solution.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.Such a society with disparity between rich and poor is not what he wants to see. Although his own strength is very meager, he also hopes to bring vitality to this place as much as possible, so that every family can have enough food and warm clothes.

"Shiro." Bai Yicheng stopped suddenly, and called him without his surname.

Song Shu was puzzled, so he also stopped.

"I don't charge you for the twenty bags of kapok, and I can add two more bags. You can teach me how to eat with oil. I can make a living after buying oil from you." Bai Yicheng said, Although not all of the kapok belonged to his family, as long as he made it clear to the villagers that the 22 bags were deducted from the kapok brought by his family, no one would object.

He stood in Xianghe City for a day, and the scallion pancakes, deep-fried dough sticks, and soup pancakes with toppings all smelled terribly delicious.More than one person in their team wanted to try it, but they were all used to being poor, so they really didn't want to.Only one person bought four steamed buns for a penny, and while eating, he shouted that he had never eaten such a good food in his life, so greedy that several tall and big men couldn't help drooling.

"I can set up a stall in Yangzhou City. Your food is cheap and delicious, so it will sell well," Bai Yicheng said.Of course, it is only relative to say that this food is not expensive, he is not willing to buy it, otherwise he would not have to hold back to taste it.

This time Song Shu was shocked.

It turns out that this world also has Yangzhou City.No, his soybean oil is going as far as Yangzhou.No, no, Bai Yicheng is so straightforward, or is it that his soybean oil is so attractive?

In an instant, countless thoughts ran through Song Shu's head, and he couldn't grasp the main point.

"Teach, of course." Song Shu slowed down, and gave the nervous Bai Yicheng a reassurance, "But it doesn't take so much as twenty bags of kapok. I also teach these folks for free. If you really want to, Just send two bags."

"You teach such good food for free?" Bai Yicheng became more and more incredulous.

Song Shu smiled and said nothing.

For the previous twenty bags, Bai Yicheng had already taken Song Shu's money, so he didn't pretend to return it. He asked his fifth and sixth younger brothers to bring another six bags and give them to Song Shu.Song Shu didn't refuse, and taught Bai Yicheng how to make a few scallion pancakes after the evening of the same day, and made an appointment to learn deep-fried dough sticks and stir-fried vegetables in the next day.

In the evening, Sanniang and Cheng Erniang were busy making winter clothes, and the silk quilt workshop was also very busy recently. Song Shu didn't wait for dawn to bother Granny Peng, and went to battle in person, using the leftovers of silk quilts and pillowcases .

His needlework was taught by his grandma, but since he hasn't done it for a long time, he is already unfamiliar with it.

When Song Anan came in, he was busy sewing together two rectangular pieces of cloth that had just been cut. The stitches were crooked and not very beautiful.

"Caterpillar." Song Anan said.

There was a faint smile on his face, Song Anan usually had a cold face, even when he laughed at people, the smile was very subtle.However, Song Shu could tell at a glance, because Song Anan's target of ridicule was basically him!

"You can do what you want." Song Shu said, as soon as he handed out the cloth and needle and thread, he couldn't believe it. Can Song Anan still know how to become a female celebrity?How dare you laugh at him, see if he doesn't laugh back.

Song Anan suppressed his smile, Song Shu thought he was being cowardly, and was about to be proud.

Song Anan took it, and sat down next to Song Shu.

Song Anan picked up the needle and thread, his movements were professional, and it really seemed like that.

Damn, he really knows how to be a girl!Song Shu felt that his great cause of ridicule was coming to an end.

As a result, Song Anan worked for a long time, and the stitches were even worse than his.If Song Shu's stitches are like a crooked caterpillar, then Song Anan's stitches are like thousands of ants crawling on the cloth.Song Shuna can barely see that he is sewing, and Song Anan is a proper performance art.

"Hahahahahahahaha!!!" Song Shu was not talking nonsense, he laughed at Song Anan without any obstacles in his heart.

When Song Dalang entered the door, he saw his fourth brother pointing at the dark-faced little general and laughing wildly.

Laughing and shouting: "Hahahahaha, what the hell are you sewing, hahahahaha, like ants, hahahahaha!!!"

Song He suddenly felt that his fourth younger brother was still alive, probably because he saved the little general and his family in his previous life.

Being laughed wildly by Song Shu, Song Anan couldn't hold back his face, and even rolled up the quilt and climbed up the roof.Now Song Shu was out of play, and in order to have a quilt at night, he signed a bunch of unequal treaties, such as cooking tomato and egg noodles for Song Anan every day.

Song Shu hated it, so when his needlework became more and more proficient, he resolutely threw the defective product used for practice to Song Anan.

Two days later, through Song Shu's unremitting efforts, everyone in the Song family slept on kapok pillows.Song Anan hugged his pillow with crooked stitches, looking like caterpillars and ants for a long time, and dropped a word: "Ugly." But he still lay on it and fell asleep comfortably.

Of course, the kapok pillow of the Song family also attracted a wave of follow-up, but this product has no technical content, and Song Shu did not produce it himself.On the contrary, after Bai Yicheng and the others left, the villagers didn't have any extra kapok to make pillows, and the six extra bags he got immediately became delicious food and made a small fortune.

Before Bai Yicheng left, he learned all the ways to eat with oil from Song Shu, and bought 25 jars of soybean oil, planning to go to Yangzhou City to do some business.What he did gave Song Shu some inspiration, but he didn't make any specific plans yet, so he didn't mention it.

But the day of the corn harvest has come.

The whole village went to work in the field.I don't know if it's because the weather is particularly good this year. The millet of this millet grows exceptionally well. Although not all of them, many of them have produced more grains than in previous years, and each grain is extraordinarily full.

Song Shu and the others had little land, and because of the help of Brother Guo and others, they were the first to collect it.

In previous years, when the harvest was the best, one acre of land could only harvest a little more than one stone of corn, but this year, the Song family's land yielded two or three stones per mu, which was the least. The ground reaches as many as eight stones.

The Song family's pitiful 250 mu of land actually produced nearly [-] shi of corn, which was five times that of previous years.

There was an uproar in the village.

They also had an acre of land that produced nearly two stones. They thought it was amazing enough, but they didn't expect that the Song family's corn production had reached an appalling level.

"How did this happen?" asked a villager.

The land of the Song family is taken care of by Boss Guo and the others. Could it be that these outsiders have some skills they don't know about?But everyone walked around a lot on weekdays, and didn't see any novelty from them.In terms of farming, Song Silang also took very little care, and did not come up with anything new.

"Hehe, good luck." Song Shu attributed all this to God, which is the only thing that makes sense now.

Before sowing, he secretly changed all the millet seeds in his family. Because of the limited stock, he only changed a small part of the villagers, and he didn't say much about it, so only his family had such an amazing harvest.

In fact, he still has some regrets.

Under modern technology, it is common for these seeds to yield five or six hundred catties, that is, more than ten stones.Only the millet seeds have been replaced here, but it is still not up to the modern production.

No matter what Song Shu thought in his heart, this amazing deed spread throughout the village within a day, and even the surrounding villages knew that the Song family's corn land was five times as much as theirs.

The farmers in these neighboring villages didn't have Song Shu secretly changing millet seeds, and the yield per mu of land was still struggling to about one stone. Seeing the Song family's crop after crop of millet harvest, don't mention how envious they were.

"Song Silang, your corn hasn't been shelled yet, has it? Will you sell it? I'll save the seeds."

"I'll give you five hundred coins and one stone."

"Eight hundred words!"

"Is 850 text good?"

"You guys are too stingy, five times the output, I'll pay you the usual amount!"

Early this morning, Song Shu had just cooked Anan's tomato and egg noodles, and the kitchen was surrounded when he came out of the kitchen. Farmers from neighboring villages even took pictures of his millet on the spot.

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