"Well, now let me see how much property the Mo Family has left."
In the Mo Mansion, Meton took a deep breath and said to Uncle Fu, who had just delivered the food to the villagers.
Anyone could say bold words, but when it came to actually putting them into action, they would find that there were many difficulties.
Meton had a lot of ideas to make money in his mind, but he couldn't make bricks without straws. All the actions had to be based on the reality of the Mo Family.
It was not easy to find a project that could make a lot of money and benefit all the five thousand people in the Mo Family.
"Young master! This is the list you want! "Uncle Fu handed him a thin piece of paper.
Ten fish ponds, an abandoned kiln factory, and the remaining five thousand kilograms of food in the Mo Mansion. There was also a salted fish store in Chang 'an City, which was the only wealth of the Mo Family.
Modun furrowed his brows. These things seemed like a lot, but when he thought about the thousands of families in the Mo Village and the five thousand people waiting to be fed, these things were not enough at all. According to the normal estimation, the Mo Family would run out of food and ammunition within a month and fall into a difficult situation.
Not long after, Li Yi entered the hall as well. He exchanged a glance with Uncle Fu, and together they waited quietly for Moton, who was deep in thought.
"No, this also won't work!" Meton kept shaking his head.
Meton thought of several ideas in a row, but they were all rejected. It was not that these businesses were not profitable. Any business could make a person rich in a short time, but there were more than five thousand people in the Mo Family. It was useless if they couldn't benefit all the people in the Mo Family.
Uncle Fu and Li Yi also frowned and fell into deep distress.
"It seems that there is only one last way!" After a long time, Li Yi gnashed his teeth and said.
"What?" Meton raised his head in surprise.
"You mean open the ponds?" Uncle Fu suddenly raised his head and said.
"Open the ponds?" Meton asked confusedly.
"No!" Uncle Fu suddenly shook his head and said.
"That's the life-saving capital of the Mo Family. Once we open the ponds, the Mo Family will have no trump card!" Uncle Fu shook his head and denied.
"But this is the only way," Li Yi said bitterly.
After the argument between Uncle Fu and Li Yi, Meton finally knew that the focus of their argument was the ten fish ponds in the Village of Mo's Village.
These ten fish ponds were the magic weapons of the Mo Family Village to tide over the difficulties every year. Whenever they encountered the most difficult times, the ten fish ponds would be opened in turn. Among them, the oldest fish pond had not been opened for five years.
"Then let's open the pond!" Meton interrupted.
"Young Master, you may not know this, but every year, the Mo Family Village opens the pond at the most critical moment. But now … "Uncle Fu sighed and lowered his head.
"What's going on now?" Meton frowned.
"Young Master, you don't know. It's too early to open the ponds now. If we open the ponds now, even if we open all ten ponds, we won't be able to support the villagers for two months. "Li Yi said with heartache.
"What's more, it hasn't snowed yet, so the salted fish is not easy to preserve. If we can't sell them in time, we will lose all our money." Uncle Fu added.
"What's more, the price of salt is high now, and it will cost us a lot of money to buy salt …"
"Wait!"
Meton felt that his brain was not enough, so he hurriedly interrupted Uncle Fu's nagging.
"Sell salted fish!" Meton looked at them strangely and asked, "Why do we sell salted fish? Why don't we sell the live fish in Chang 'an City?"
As soon as the words escaped his mouth, Meton knew that he might have said something wrong, because Uncle Fu and Li Yi both looked at him like looking at a fool.
Luckily, Zi Yi cared about Meton's face and explained, "Young Master, you may not know this, but the Village of Mo's Village is 50 miles away from Chang 'an City, and it will take at least four hours to get there. The fish from the ponds will be dead by the time they reach Chang' an City, so they can't be sold at a good price. It's better to sell the salted fish."
"Zi Yi, you are right!" Li Yi nodded.
"What about the other villages?" Meton asked.
"It's the same for other villages. Only the few villages near Chang 'an City have fish that are still alive when they are transported to Chang' an City. However, once those live fish arrive in Chang 'an City, they are crazily snatched by people. Their price is much higher than our dead fish!"
"Live fish? Is it expensive?" Meton suddenly stood up, stared at Zi Yi and asked eagerly.
Zi Yi rolled her eyes and said, "Of course. Live fish are specially supplied to those rich families. Ordinary people can't get it at all. The price is more than three times higher, and there is no market for it. If you come late, all the fish will be sold out."
"Hahaha! I'm rich! I'm rich! "Meton seemed to be crazy, walking back and forth in the hall, dancing with joy.
"Hua!" A cup of cold water was suddenly poured on the head of the freight.
"What are you doing?" Meton touched the water on his head angrily and stared at Zi Yi who was holding the empty cup.
But Zi Yi was not afraid of him at all. She heaved a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and said, "I thought the young master had lost his mind. No matter how profitable the live fish can be, it has nothing to do with us. Is the Mo's Village too far from Chang 'an City?"
Ignoring this silly servant girl, Meton shook the tea on his head and said to Uncle Fu and Li Yi with a weird smile, "What if I have a way to keep the fish alive after they enter Chang 'an City?"
"What? That's impossible! " Uncle Fu and Li Yi suddenly raised their heads and looked at Meton in disbelief. But there was a little hope in their eyes. If the Mo's Village could transport the live fish to Chang 'an City, then the 3,000 people in the Mo's Village would be saved.
"Fish can't live without water. If we use a waterwheel to carry fish, too many fish will die. Others have tried these methods, but they can't be transported to Chang 'an City." The hope in Li Yi's eyes was slowly extinguished. He shook his head and said.
Meton said excitedly, "That's why we can make a fortune! I have a way to transport the live fish to Chang 'an City. "
"Can it really work?" Uncle Fu stared straight at Moton, his face full of hope as he asked.
"Yes, it will definitely work!" Meton nodded affirmatively. "But we need to make some tools. If there are fish, we can do the experiment tonight!"
"How to do the experiment?" Uncle Fu asked hurriedly.
Moton explained, "Let's fill the waterwheel in the manor with water first. Once the tools I need are ready, we'll load the fish into the waterwheel. We'll be able to see the fish alive tomorrow."
The Mo's Family was rich, so they always had a waterwheel in case of fire. Several fires in the mansion were caused by the waterwheel.
"Old Zhang used to be a master craftsman in the army. I'll ask him to make the tools now!" Li Yi said as he ran out.
Uncle Fu didn't lag behind him. After running out with Li Yi, his voice came from the outside wall, "I'll ask Old Yu to fish in the pond."
"Young master, I'll go to find the waterwheel!" Zi Yi looked at her young master whose head was covered with tea and ran away immediately.
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