"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers! Li Family Zhuangzi promises that those who buy kerosene lamps will be replaced and repaired free of charge. Even if it's broken, it can be replaced."
"Selling newspapers! Li Family Zhuangzi will introduce thermos bottles filled with hot water. They won't get cold for a day and night. Free repair and replacement."
Early in the morning, the paperboys were running on the streets wearing the uniform cotton-padded clothes for selling newspapers.
They worked hard to promote Li Family Zhuangzi and didn't care about other people's advertisements.
The rich people who bought kerosene lamps hurriedly bought a newspaper to read when they heard that they would be replaced even if it was broken.
They immediately felt relieved when they read that they would be replaced as long as the glass pieces were roughly pieced together.
They looked at the magical thermos bottles. They cost 200 liang for one, which could buy two kerosene lamps.
"Wait two months before selling. What's the hurry?" In the Ministry of Revenue, Bi Goo trembled as he picked up a thermos bottle to make tea for himself.
His mind was filled with the 200 liang thermos bottle in his hand.
According to his understanding, thermos bottles had to pay the same tax.
80%. If he sold one bottle, he would have to pay 160 liang. 10 bottles would be 1600 liang. 100 bottles …
"No, calm down. I can't think like that. Li Family Zhuangzi's money isn't mine. Yes, but how can thermos bottles keep earning tax?"
Bi Goo thought about how the kerosene oil from kerosene lamps could be taxed for a long period of time.
If the thermos bottles were sold out, the Ministry of Revenue would be at a loss.
"How can it be like this? No, I have to write a letter. "
Bi Goo was vexed. As the Minister of Revenue, he had to think about the revenue of the Tang dynasty.
He picked up a pen and wrote without thinking, "Kerosene shines alone in the sun and moon. The wind of the four seasons blows lightly. Exchanges can always be saved. How can thermos melt hundred-year-old snow? "
After he finished writing, he stamped it and put it in an envelope. He thought for a while and called someone, "Send it to Li Family Zhuangzi."
The messenger didn't have a horse. He ran out of the imperial city and saw a carriage. He stopped it, "To the west of the city?"
"Go, I'm …" The driver lowered his voice when he saw that it was a seventh-rank official from the Imperial City.
"Take me to the Li Family Zhuangzi. It's urgent. Everything else can wait. Quick, here's the fare."
The person who delivered the letter directly took out a 10 RMB exchange voucher.
"This official, I actually …" The coachman didn't take the money.
"Twenty dollars. Here you are. Don't talk too much, or I'll teach you a lesson." The messenger handed over another ten dollars coupon.
"Okay." The coachman took the money and urged the horse to move faster, humming a song.
The messenger was satisfied. This was the use of power and money. If you were told to go, you had to go.
When the carriage arrived, before it stopped at the head of Ba Qiao, someone began to greet the coachman.
"Old Baldy Song, are you here to pull goods again?"
"Old Song, you came back so quickly this time."
The coachman smiled, "I even earned twenty coins. I was going to say it's on the way and I don't want any money. This Imperial City official is very nice."
The messenger: "…"
He wanted to do it all over again. He wanted to go back to the time when he ran out of the Imperial City and heard the second sentence from the coachman.
He would definitely listen to the other party. Now, who will reimburse him for the twenty coins?
He secretly felt sad and found the villager who was delivering free soup to him. He told him the purpose of his visit and the villager ran to find Song De.
Song De came out and brought the letter in.
Li Yi was in class. When the class ended, he took the letter and shook his head, "Old Bi really doesn't know how to make money."
"That's right. Who else can know how to make money better than you, owner?" Song De laughed and showed his teeth. His mouth was wide open.
"Eight pills, are you trying to bite me? Wait, I'll write a reply. "
Li Yi said to Song De and sat at the side to write a letter to Old Bi.
He knew what Bi Goo meant. The kerosene lamp oil needs to be used all year round. If it's broken, it's fine to replace it.
There's only one use of a thermos bottle. If you change it back and forth, you won't be able to make any money in a hundred years.
Li Yi thought for a while and wrote, "It's the time for silkworm larvae to be reared. Meticulously waiting for the silk to form a knot. The unmoving weak cocoon awaits the heavens, breaking out of the cocoon and spreading its wings will eventually transform into a butterfly. "
He stopped writing and shook his head. He wrote another sentence, "Old Bi, I'll give you three sets of tea sets. One set has one grain, one set has five grains, and one set has twenty grains."
After he finished writing, he put it in an envelope, "Bring the three sets of tea sets and hand them to the person."
Song De nodded and took the letter to look for the items. Other than giving Bi Goo three sets of tea sets, there were also benefits for the seventh-rank official who delivered the letter.
Now, Song De felt that anyone below fifth-rank was a small official.
The person who delivered the letter had already drunk three bowls of free soup. He stood up from time to time and stretched his neck to look.
When Song De's figure appeared, he relaxed his eyebrows.
"This is the letter. These are the three sets of tea sets that my family, Dongzhu, gave to Minister Bi."
Song De first handed the letter sealed with lacquer to the person. After the person kept it well, he gave him two bamboo baskets.
In one of the bamboo baskets, there were three sets of tea sets in boxes. In the other basket, there were vegetables in the greenhouse. The vegetable basket was lined with gunny sacks to keep it warm.
"The things in this basket are also for Minister Bi?" The person who delivered the letter did not know what was in the basket.
"It's just a few cucumbers. Minister Bi can't accept it." Song De shook his head.
A smile appeared on the face of the person who delivered the letter. He understood. It was for his vegetables in the greenhouse.
"I'll give 30 coins to whoever sends me back." The person who delivered the letter did not care about the money anymore.
50 coins in exchange for such a basket of vegetables. It was a big profit.
"Let's go. I'll bring you along. I'm going to deliver the goods anyway. It's a detour."
The coachman just now had finished loading the vegetables and was about to send them to the people in the city. He came over and stretched out his hand.
The person who delivered the letter took a deep breath and looked at the others. No one moved. Then, he would pay.
He did not know the rules. When he shouted out the price, everyone around him heard it. Someone was quick to speak first, and the others did not move.
If he found an empty carriage, he would whisper the price to someone.
No one heard how much he said. Even if this person asked for a low price, it was not a problem.
Although they were all doing manual labor, as long as a group of people were doing the same work, whoever broke the rules would be punished.
The carriage that was loaded with vegetables slowed down. When the person who delivered the letter returned to the imperial city, it was already noon.
Bi Goo did not eat. He was waiting.
The person who delivered the letter handed over the letter and the basket containing the tea set. He said goodbye and took half a day off. He had to bring the vegetables back home.
Bi Goo opened the letter and read it. He only knew that Li Yi meant that there was a follow-up.
"I've already sold the thermos. How can I get more money? If you want to give me a tea set, you can just give me an expensive one. Why give me a cheap one? "
Bi Goo opened the three tea sets. He could tell the difference at a glance. The difference in price was reflected in the quality.
"There are three types of tea set. Maybe there are more expensive ones. In the future, I won't be able to afford to drink tea."
Bi Goo had already seen the introduction in the newspaper on how to make Kung Fu tea. It was very complicated.
At the same time, there were advertisements in the newspaper for selling tea sets. It was not something for ordinary people at all.
He looked at the tea set and prayed again. He hoped that people would buy less. After the New Year, they would buy more so that they could collect taxes.
On the other side, in Lantian County, Zhangsun Xin was in a bad mood. He could not return to the imperial city. He still had to be an inspector in the county.
"I can't make any money. I can only do a few small businesses. What will I do in the future?"
Zhangsun Xin and four aides sat there drinking tea. He received a set of ten tea sets from the Drunken Immortal House.
He learned the method described in the newspaper and patiently made Kung Fu tea.
The four aides followed and frowned. The boss could not go back to Chang 'an. They had to go through the channels.
"Boss, I have an idea to make money. The canned food will be sold in a few days. Now, before others react, let's find a place first."
Luo Oucheng took a sip of tea and found that it was cold. He poured the rest of the tea away.
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