The best county magistrate

Ma's Trading Company spans nine states, and its owner, Ma Fugui, is certainly not a fool. Yang Xuanchen is asking for something from him.

It's just that Ma Fugui doesn't quite understand. He has never worried about selling salt and iron, so why would he ask him for anything?

"Mr. Yang, if you have something to say, it doesn't hurt to say it. You have a high reputation among the people in Qingshui County, and the common people can trust you as a person."

Yang Xuanchen nodded, it was refreshing to talk to smart people.

"That's right. There is insufficient cultivated land in Qingshui County and there is a shortage of grain. Boss Ma is a famous grain merchant in Dayan."

"I would like to exchange wine for food. Is that possible?"

Ma Fugui burst out laughing, "I wonder what the big problem is. Don't worry, Mr. Yang. From now on, I, Ma, will take care of the food for the people of Qingshui County!"

Yang Xuanchen raised his glass and clinked it with him, smiling, "Thanks to Boss Ma for your help."

Then, he changed the topic and talked about another topic.

"I am new here, and I only made this wine in a small way. If I want to mass-produce it, I may not be able to do it well."

"But I have a plan. I want to find a place in Qingshui County to open a winery. I am missing a partner..."

Ma Fugui was worthy of being a good person, so he immediately took over, "Don't worry, sir, as long as this wine can be exclusively managed by Ma, there will be no problem in opening a wine shop."

"I just don't know what you need Ma to do?"

At this time, Zhou Miaomiao came to Youpeng Pavilion carrying a jar of morning dew.

"Miss Zhou, come and meet, this is Boss Ma Fuguima, the richest man in Qingzhou."

Zhou Miaomiao put the morning dew on the table, looked at it briefly, and bowed, "Zhou Miaomiao has met Boss Ma."

"Is this the wine-making girl that Mr. Yang mentioned just now?" Ma Fugui asked.

After inviting Zhou Miaomiao to sit down, Yang Xuanchen smiled and said, "Yes, exactly."

"The one who can brew such fine wine is our ingenious Miss Zhou."

After making a rainbow fart, Yang Xuanchen stared at Zhou Miaomiao and asked, "Miss Zhou, I plan to let you and Boss Ma cooperate to open a wine shop. What do you think?"

The sudden question confused Zhou Miaomiao. Opening a wine shop? You are making trouble with me!

Although the master said that the young master has canceled the mission to kill you, he will have to leave sooner or later.

Yang Xuanchen saw Zhou Miaomiao lowering her head and didn't know what she was thinking, so she asked, "Miss Zhou, do you have any souvenirs in Jiangzhou and want to return home soon?"

Zhou Miaomiao shook his head.

"Then what's wrong with opening a wine shop?"

"You and Mrs. Hu cook and cook in the Yamen kitchen every day. It's a tiring job. You have a good skill in making wine."

"Why don't you give it a try? Once the winery is built, you can just manage people's work. It's very easy."

Yang Xuanchen's tone was full of concern, which moved Zhou Miaomiao for a while.

She raised her head and glanced at Yang Xuanchen in front of her, with a hint of complexity but more of softness in her eyes.

But then I think about it, what does this guy mean by letting him open a wine shop for no reason?

Could it be that you are attracted to yourself?

No, I can’t promise him!

She said weakly, "Master, my mother and I have no capital..."

"No, no, no, Miss Zhou misunderstood!"

"I will provide you with money, and you will manage the wine shop. The wine produced will be sold by Boss Ma. Boss Ma will take 70% of the profit and I will take 30%."

"You will be responsible for brewing wine, and I will pay your salary..."

As soon as he said this, a murderous gaze was fixed on Yang Xuanchen, making him feel a little uneasy.

Zhou Miaomiao clenched her little hands under the table. If looks could kill, Yang Xuanchen would be dead by now.

Co-author, why are you treating me like a donkey?

What is the salary? Monthly money?

Wow, this guy treats me like a tenant!

Yang Xuanchen smiled coquettishly, "Oh, Miss Zhou, just ask for the monthly payment, I will never treat you badly!"

After calming down for a while, I thought that my hands would be tired from washing vegetables and cooking all day long. Forget about opening a wine shop, just open a wine shop. It would be better than working in the kitchen.

But how much should I pay this month?

Why not scare him?

Zhou Miaomiao thought for a while and said, "Since the master has said so, Miaomiao should do her part."

Then she spread her fingers and stretched them upward, "This monthly money..."

"What? Five hundred coins? That much?"

"Forget it, just five hundred, I promise you!"

Yang Xuanchen opened his mouth and made his decision regardless of whether Zhou Miaomiao agreed or not.

Zhou Miaomiao was so angry that what she wanted was five taels of silver, but it turned out to be five hundred cents in his mouth, and she lamented that the monthly payment was too high!

Dog officer! Yang Bapi! You must die a good death!

Yang Xuanchen snickered secretly in his heart, and then patted Chaolu's wine seal.

"Come on, boss Ma, have a taste of this morning dew wine."

"This is a fine wine named by Mr. Yan himself. It is said to be suitable for all ages..."

After three drinks, Ma Fugui was really amazed at Yang Xuanchen's ability.

Not only did he learn that the sea salt in Liujiacun was made by him, but he also got the morning dew and the unknown wine at his fingertips.

"Master Yang, these two jars of wine are indeed the best wine Ma has ever drunk. I wonder how much they cost?"

Yang Xuanchen gave Zhou Miaomiao a look, hoping that she would answer.

Since Zhou Miaomiao agreed to open a wine shop, he naturally had to show off.

"One hundred kilograms of grain can currently produce about fifty kilograms of wine. Calculating the cost of one kilogram of wine is roughly twenty-five cents."

Ma Fugui was shocked again, "Miss Zhou, what are you talking about? Such good wine only costs twenty-five cents per catty?"

"That's right? Is there any problem? Morning dew is cheaper. It doesn't even cost twenty cents..." Zhou Miaomiao blinked her big eyes and looked at him like a fool.

With a clang, the wine glass in Ma Fugui's hand fell on the table.

"You...do you know how much a pound of Nanling's clear spring is?" Ma Fugui asked.

Yang Xuanchen, Zhou Miaomiao, and Liu Si said in unison: "How much?"

"One tael of silver per catty! And the taste of the clear spring is not half as good as the morning dew, let alone the jar of strong liquor just now."

Ma Fugui's face flushed with excitement, and his eyes almost turned into gold ingots when he looked at the wine jar.

He grabbed Yang Xuanchen's hand and said with great excitement, "Sir, I won't be leaving for the next few days. Later, you can arrange a place and I'll ask someone to come to Qingshui County to build the winery."

Then he patted his forehead and said, "That's right! Bring some more food."

Yang Xuanchen didn't say much. Since someone is willing to pay to build a winery, it is really a dream come true.

But is my wine really that good?

After coming to this era, Yang Xuanchen really had never drank any good wine.

"Boss Ma, the Nanling Qingquan you mentioned is wine?"

Ma Fugui raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Have you never drank Qingquan wine from Nanling County, Jiangzhou?"

Zhou Miaomiao looked at Yang Xuanchen, who was confused, and secretly smiled, "You are a local leopard!" I haven’t even drank from the clear spring in Nanling.

"We have a township in Nanling County, Jiangzhou, called Nanling, and there is a famous spring in Nanling Township called Qingquan."

"Jiangzhou has a well-developed water system and is known as the granary of Dayan. The grain it produces is the best in Dayan."

"The wine brewed from high-quality grain and clear spring water is called Nanling Qingquan."

"However, it still has a sour and spicy feeling when drinking it, which is not as good as morning dew and this medicinal wine."

After Zhou Miaomiao talked for a while, she stopped talking and continued to play with the wine glass.

After listening to her introduction, Yang Xuanchen instantly formed a business sales plan in his mind.

"Boss Ma, does your business have a store in Shangjing City?"

Ma Fugui patted his chest and said proudly: "Of course, there are several shops!"

With a bang, Yang Xuanchen slapped the table.

"Since Nanling Qingquan dares to sell it for one tael of silver per catty, then our morning dew will sell for two taels of silver per catty!"

"This medicinal wine is called Peiyuan wine, and it sells for five liang per catty!"

After finishing speaking, the three people present were shocked and couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.

"Come on, come on, listen to me slowly..."

"We have to make up a story for the wine..."