I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

These words made several people breathe a sigh of relief.

What they are afraid of is that this thing has scarce materials and high manufacturing cost-cost is a threshold, even if the cost of a good thing is high, it will become bad.

Only when the cost is low and the effect is good, is it really a good thing.

"Shopkeeper, you have always chosen a good name." Li Shimin laughed very briskly, "But the name of this thing is not up to par."

"Cement is too vulgar, how about calling it Xi Clay?"

Yin Xuan glanced at him very strangely: "The reason why my restaurant chose those names is to cheat, bah, to give you better dining enjoyment."

"But this thing is used to improve people's livelihood. Why do you have such a fancy name?"

"Call it cement. As soon as people get it, they will know that it can be used if mixed with water. If it is called Xiyang, don't they have to burn incense and pray like Empress Nuwa?"

Li Shimin was stunned speechless.

He nodded, and then asked: "I don't know how you plan to use this thing, store, and sell it in Linlang Pavilion?"

If the person who researched this thing was just an ordinary craftsman, Li Shimin might "take it by force" and give him a title at random, or maybe even not give him a title, and just settle for an official position.

but.
It was Yin Xuan who researched this thing.

He has been in contact with Yin Xuan for less than a year, just a few months away, but Yin Xuan has already produced gunpowder, glass, and now cement.

Yin Xuan is like an endless treasure house, no one knows what else is hidden in his stomach and mind.

Li Shimin still remembers the thing that can make the paper fan spin.

To deal with this kind of person who has unlimited potential and is not easy to fool around, who can't be dismissed by just giving candy, of course, we must treat it with caution.

Li Shimin was waiting for Yin Xuan's answer.

Of course, he hoped that Yin Xuan could say it—"I want to take this thing and go to the court to fight for fame."

However, Yin Xuan would not say such words, he raised his hand and touched his chin: "Of course it is impossible to supply Linlang Pavilion, after all, there are many barbarian people there."

"Good things have to be used by my family first. I plan to cooperate with old man Gao to open a shop specializing in selling cement in Dongshi. Doesn't he happen to be an official?"

"Cooperate with Jingzhao Mansion and sell this thing to the imperial court first."

Wei Zheng coughed lightly: "Such a good thing, the store shouldn't offer it to the imperial court, what's the point of selling it to the imperial court?"

Yin Xuan looked at Wei Zheng in shock.

I have a new understanding of the thick skin of this shameless little old man. Even Li Shimin can't say such a thing, but Wei Zheng can say it so calmly, shamelessly, and beyond words.

"Are you dumb?"

Yin Xuan held back for a while, but still didn't yell out, fearing that his equestrian skills, honed by the keyboard, would make Wei Zheng angry with high blood pressure.

"Isn't there a saying in Mencius that if you are poor, you will benefit yourself alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world."

Before Yin Xuan finished speaking, Wei Zheng said: "You are not poor, shopkeeper."

With the scale of Tongfu Restaurant, not to mention Linlang Pavilion - it is not an exaggeration to say that Yin Xuan is the richest man in Chang'an.

Yin Xuan glared: "Between me and the imperial court, who is poor?"

"Obviously I'm poor."

"Besides, I'm not a lion, I just want to make a fair deal with the imperial court."

After speaking, Yin Xuan paused.

"More importantly, this is respect for an industry."

Respect for an industry?

These words made several little old men stunned, looking at Yin Xuan, this word is a bit new, at least it is definitely not what they understand.

Yin Xuan knocked on the table and waved to Wei Zheng: "Come, give me a copper coin."

Wei Zheng was stunned for a moment, nodded, and took out a copper coin.

Yin Xuan took it, and then turned to Li Shimin, and continued: "Now suppose that you are a workshop that produces cement, and I want to buy a batch of cement from you to build a house."

He pushed the money to Li Shimin.

"And if you want to make cement, you need raw materials, so you have to buy raw materials from old man Wei."

Then, Yin Xuan pushed the money to Wei Zheng.

"Old man Wei, you need labor to extract raw materials, so you asked old man Fang."

Yin Xuan pushed the money to Fang Xuanling again.

"Old man Fang, you need strength to extract raw materials. If you use strength, you must eat. If you eat, you must come to me to eat."

A clatter.

Yin Xuan took the copper coin in front of him again.

Several little old men stared blankly at the copper coin, a little at a loss, with a little confusion in their eyes, and some awakening.

Yin Xuan smiled, and said softly: "Look, this penny turned a corner and finally returned to my hands, but look at how much it has done in such a turn?"

"You sold me cement, old man Wei hired people to mine raw materials, old man Fang was full, and I made money for the meal."

Li Jing and Li Yuan interrupted suddenly: "Then what about me?"

Yin Xuan was choked up, and angrily said, "You guys just watch the show, just eat melons in peace."

Li Jing and Li Yuan shut their mouths obediently and glanced at the table.

There is no melon.

Forget it, let's eat fried skewers.

Yin Xuan picked up the copper coin and stuffed it into his arms with ease: "If at this time, I ask you to buy cement, but I don't give you the money, what will happen if you have to give me the cement?"

"Old man Wei was bullied by you and had to sell your raw materials, but he didn't receive any money."

"Old man Fang was oppressed by old man Wei and had to mine raw materials, but he didn't receive any money. He couldn't afford to eat, and gradually he couldn't afford to mine anymore."

"Old man Fang will starve to death."

"Then. Old Man Fang died of starvation. Do you think there will be people who will continue to do Old Man Fang's job?"

Li Shimin shook his head.

Speaking of this, he is very familiar with it. Isn't this a tyrannical government? That's how the Sui Dynasty died.

Yin Xuan clapped his hands, feeling helpless: "So, for a healthy industrial environment, money must be collected. Only when money is received can this industry develop."

Of course, finance is not just as simple as playing house.

But Yin Xuan couldn't explain these things for a while, and Li Shimin and the others might not understand them, just briefly explain the key points.

Li Shimin nodded.

Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling no longer talked about handing over to the court.

Of course it is good to do business, but it is also too unfriendly.

Think for a while.

Li Shimin knocked on the table, pursed his lips, and said softly: "Shopkeeper, what do you think, I am the highest official among these people."

"Bi Chang. Taller than Old Man Gao."

"How about doing this business with me?"