The son-in-law of a prosperous family

"I'm not a beast, how could I let you work so hard? Of course I have to do things like making Coke!"

Zhao Yunchuan still disagreed: "But I don't want you to work hard."

The purpose of marrying a wife is, of course, to let her enjoy the good life with you.

"It's not hard for me." Afraid that Zhao Yunchuan wouldn't believe him, he emphasized, "It's really not hard. I'm not in the village now. I don't have to work in the fields. It's just making two pots of Coke. It's really not hard."

"Can……"

"No buts!" Fang Huai appealed to his feelings and reason: "Think about how much work we had to do when we were in the village. Now we only make two Cokes a day. Is that hard?"

It's not hard at all!

I have to admit that Zhao Yunchuan was indeed persuaded.

"Husband, please promise me? Okay?"

Strong men usually don't act like a spoiled child, but when he did, Zhao Yunchuan's soul almost flew away.

Huai Ge'er has already said this, how could he not agree?

If he still disagreed, he would feel guilty.

"So you only make two pots a day?"

"Okay, just make two pots a day!" Fang Huai was very happy.

I can make a little more money.

Fang Huai knew that his family was different now than before, but who would complain about having too much money?

The more money you can earn, the better!

"Also, we must wait until the ice in the Coke is spoiled before selling it. Don't let others know that we can make ice."

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

This is the provincial capital, and there are many important figures whom Zhao Yunchuan cannot afford to offend yet. He does not want to be too conspicuous or stand out, and just wants to study quietly.

"I understand, husband."

The next day, Fang Huai went to Lin Dachang's grocery store to order bamboo tubes, which came in large, medium and small sizes. They had already decided on the price yesterday.

A small cup costs five cents, a medium cup costs seven cents, and a large cup costs ten cents.

The bamboo tube is worth one penny.

Return a bamboo tube and get a penny back.

The grocery store didn't have that many bamboo tubes, so Lin Dachang said, "Can you come get them tomorrow afternoon?"

Fang Huai nodded: "Okay!"

Xu Zizhu greeted Fang Huai warmly: "Don't go back, stay here for dinner with your sister-in-law, she will make dumplings later."

Fang Huai declined: "Thank you for your kindness, sister-in-law. I have to go home to look after the shop. I will leave first. Goodbye, sister-in-law!"

Looking at Fang Huai's back, Xu Zizhu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Why are you running so fast?!

She is not a monster, she just wants to keep people entertained for dinner.

In the academy.

Zhao Yunchuan would start writing Journey to the West whenever he had free time. Writing with a brush is not as convenient as writing with a pen, so he could write two or three pen characters in the time it takes to write one brush character.

What's more, today's characters are all in traditional Chinese, which has more strokes.

Uh……

It's another day when I miss my cell phone and computer.

"What are you writing?" Jiang Li ran over excitedly, his eyes shining: "Are you writing Journey to the West? Can you show it to me?"

Zhao Yunchuan almost rolled his eyes but forced himself to hold it back. It wasn’t because he and Jiang Li had a good relationship, but rolling his eyes was not nice.

"No! And... I'll say it again, Journey to the West was not written by me, but by my friend Wu Cheng'en."

"You put...poison!" Jiang Li insisted, lowering his voice and saying, "It must be you who wrote it. I saw it all."

Zhao Yunchuan continued to deny: "No, it was written by my friend Wu Chengen. Don't talk nonsense. If you are talking nonsense, I will talk to my friend and ask him to stop writing it. Anyway, no one will know it was written by him."

Jiang Li was a little unhappy: "Are you threatening me?"

Zhao Yunchuan admitted directly: "Yes, I am threatening you!"

"you you you you……"

Zhao Yunchuan was ready for a quarrel, but he didn't expect the other party to just say, "Okay, you have successfully threatened me. You didn't write Journey to the West. It was written by Mr. Wu Chengen, right?"

"That's how it is!"

Looking at Zhao Yunchuan's arrogant look, Jiang Li was so angry that he could not control himself. He was the kind of person who took advantage of others and still acted like a good kid.

Jiang Li took a deep breath and then gave an attentive smile. He had not forgotten the purpose of his visit.

"Um...can I discuss something with you?"

"Speak directly!"

He was dawdling and disturbing the writing of his storybook.

"It's not a big deal, I just wanted to buy the recipe for Coke from you. Don't worry, I won't let you down!"

With the Coke recipe in hand, not only could he drink delicious Coke every day, he could also do business with Coke and make money.

"How much do you want to give?"

Jiang Li stretched out his hand and made a number.

Zhao Yunchuan: "One hundred taels?"

Jiang Li nodded: "What do you think? I'm only offering such a high price because we're friends."

For others, the maximum amount would be eighty taels.

Zhao Yunchuan shook his head: "Too little."

Is that not enough? That’s a lot!

Jiang Li was born into a merchant family, and his father would always pay no more than eighty taels each time he bought a house.

"How much do you want?"

Zhao Yunchuan also stretched out his hand and made a number.

"One thousand taels, your heart is too dark, isn't it?" After saying this, he realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly said, "Well... I was praising your broad mind for being able to hold a thousand taels of silver."

Zhao Yunchuan smiled and said, "Do you want to hear what you are saying?"

It's totally irrelevant!

Jiang Li smiled awkwardly: "But one thousand taels is really too much."

Their family's business in the county town is not small, and they also have two shops in the provincial capital, but their annual profit is only about two to three thousand taels.

Not to mention that he couldn't take out the one thousand taels, even if he could, he had no intention of taking it.

Again, too many.

"Let's discuss this. We are all honest people. You can name a lowest price."

Zhao Yunchuan still shook his head: "You misunderstood, I didn't say one thousand taels."

Could it be ten taels?

"You are indeed a good brother, but ten taels is too little, and I am embarrassed to take advantage of you. How about eighty taels? No one will suffer any loss. What do you think?"

You're thinking about ass!

Zhao Yunchuan glanced at her coldly, opened his thin lips slightly, and uttered three words: "Ten thousand taels!"

Coca-cola is one of the most popular beverages in later generations and has made a huge contribution to GDP. Not to mention 10,000 taels, even 100,000 taels would be enough.

But Zhao Yunchuan wasn't a mean person, so he just reluctantly gave him 10,000 taels.

Jiang Li was stunned. He strongly suspected that he had heard it wrong. It was an illusion, it must be an illusion.

"Did you just say one hundred taels?"

Zhao Yunchuan shook his head and emphasized: "I said ten thousand taels!"

"Are you crazy? You want to sell this recipe for 10,000 taels?"

Thinking about money is crazy!

"Or did you never intend to sell the recipe to me?"

Well, Jiang Li is right.

He had already signed a Coke contract with Duan Qiu Ming, and it would be very unkind of him to suddenly break the contract.

However, if Jiang Li is willing to pay 10,000 taels, that's not impossible. At that time, he can keep 5,000 taels for himself and give 5,000 taels to the Duan family.

The Duan family should be happy too.

Zhao Yunchuan said nonchalantly: "My recipe is worth this price. If you want to drink it in the future, you can go to the nameless wine shop to buy it."

“You guys want to sell Coke?”

"Well, it will be sold in two days!"

Hearing this, Jiang Li no longer worried about the recipe. It was not his turn to make money at home anyway, so he just wanted to have something to drink.

……

"Journey to the West" caused a great sensation. It was said that there were few students in the college who had not read this book, and even some teachers had read it.

"It's different. It's really different."

The previous notebooks about love were all meaningless. Either you love me or I love you, love cannot be achieved, it is heartbreaking and physically painful, but there is a happy ending in the end.

"Journey to the West" is different. Its plot is rich, tortuous, fascinating, full of fantasy and imagination; the characters are vivid and full of personality, and the language is lively, humorous, and interesting.

At least to a certain extent, it reflects philosophical concepts and moral ideas.

These readers are waiting for the updates every ten days, and many people even go to Shu Dongjia to ask who Wu Chengen is.

Mr. Shu shook his head embarrassedly: "To be honest, I don't know either."

Although he had a small guess in his mind, it was just a guess.

Without evidence, any speculation is worthless.

"Is it true? This Journey to the West was printed by Mozhuju."

Mr. Shu still looked gentle and elegant. He opened his folding fan and fanned himself: "Reading makes one wise, and one does not lie or deceive."

If I don’t know, I don’t know. No matter who asks, I will just say I don’t know.

Seeing that they could not find out anything, everyone finally gave up.

No matter who Wu Cheng'en is, he must be a man with great ambitions, given that he was able to write such a masterpiece as Journey to the West.

"Boss, Master Zhao is here."

Zhao Yunchuan came to Mozhuju to deliver a manuscript. Shu Dongjia had someone serve him tea and snacks, and he began to read it with relish.

It’s good to be the boss. I can always read the latest chapter first.

After watching it, I still feel unsatisfied.

“Can you write more next time?”

Almost every update of Zhao Yunchuan is a short story, and now we have reached Lion Camel Ridge.

"I'll go back and talk to my friend, but he probably doesn't have time."

Mr. Shu couldn't help it and the corners of his mouth twitched.

They look pretty similar!

Zhao Yunchuan took the initiative to bring up the topic: "Boss Shu, do you think the wine in our Wuming Tavern is delicious?"

Mr. Shu didn't know why he asked this question, so he nodded honestly: "Not bad!"

He even went to the opening day to show his support and bought a lot of wine.

Except for white wine, he likes all other wines, each with its own flavor.

"Wouldn't it be a shame if such a good wine shop remained unknown?"

Mr. Shu put down the manuscript and said, "We are all acquaintances. Brother Zhao, just speak frankly."

"It's not a big deal." Zhao Yunchuan took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table: "I just hope that this can be printed on the last page of the next update of Journey to the West."

"what is this?"

When Shu Dongjia took it and looked at it, he fell silent.

There is a picture on it, a group of people are toasting each other, everyone's face is filled with happy smiles, and there are jars of wine next to them, with names written on the jars: Pear Blossom Wine, Plum Wine, Hawthorn Wine, Xiangqiong Wine...

There is another poem at the bottom:

The nameless tavern opens its door, and fine wine is waiting for you.

One or two cups of drink will never fail, and the happiness will be as leisurely as the music of heaven.

There is a line of small words at the very bottom, which is the address of the nameless tavern.

"You want this printed in a book?"

Zhao Yunchuan nodded: "Our Wuming Tavern has just opened, and what we lack now is publicity. Logically, I should pay you for advertising for us, but I have given you a way to make money. Is this expense offset?"

"advertise?"

"It means to advertise widely. If you appear in my advertisement this time, many businesses will come to you for cooperation next time. Then you can collect money."

Mr. Shu's fingers tapped on the table from time to time. This was indeed a way to make money.

"But... isn't it a bit inappropriate to print advertisements in a book?"

Today's scholars have a very high opinion of themselves. They always feel that merchants are lowly. Would those literati and poets be dissatisfied if merchants' advertisements were printed on sacred books?

Zhao Yunchuan was speechless. Why do today's scholars have so many problems?

Merchants are lowly?

How can merchants be lowly? !

Maybe some people are not living as well as businessmen?

Zhao Yunchuan said: "You have to believe that our Journey to the West will sell well!"

That's true. Some people don't want to buy, but those who want to buy are still the majority.

They won’t lose!

"Okay, I'll take this. If someone really places an advertisement in the future, I'll give you 10% of the money earned!"

Since there was money to be made, Zhao Yunchuan naturally would not refuse and said yes with a smile.

After a while, he stood up and said goodbye.

When I passed Luer Street in front of Luer Lane, I saw a lot of people queuing outside my shop. Some were buying wine, but most of them were buying Coke.

"I want a large one!"

"Okay, ten cents, enjoy!"

Zhao Yunchuan walked home quickly, tied an apron on and started helping.

"Boss, give me two taels of Shaodao!"

Shaodaozi is a dialect, which means white wine!

Zhao Yunchuan took the wine jug from the man with a smile: "Is two taels enough? How about some more?"

"That's enough, your two ounces is equivalent to the other family's four ounces, don't shortchange me!"

"We at Wuming Tavern will never cheat on the quality of our products! We value integrity!"

After the couple was busy for a while, there were not many people outside.

"Husband, you look after the shop while I go cook."

"I'll go. How about sauerkraut and shredded pork noodles?"

Fang Huai nodded: "Okay!"

Zhao Yunchuan quickly went to the kitchen and started working. After a while, two bowls of hot sauerkraut and shredded pork noodles were served on the table.

As it grew dark, Fang Huai closed the shop.

We had dinner in the yard, with two large ice basins nearby.

Who says eating noodles is only comfortable in winter? It’s obviously good in summer too.

The two of them continued chatting about daily life as usual.

"Husband, let's count the silver together later."

Business is good today. The total money from selling wine is about five or six taels. After deducting the costs, I can probably make two or three taels.

A lot of Coke was sold, definitely hundreds of cups. Fang Huai didn't know exactly how many copper coins he received, he had to count them to find out.

After finishing their meal, the two happily counted the coins.

Fang Huai smiled particularly brightly. This was the first time he smiled so brightly since moving to the provincial capital.