As it turned out, monopoly was the most profitable business.
When the delicious steamed bun first appeared in the Tang dynasty, almost no one could resist its deliciousness, and there were no competitors.
Early in the morning, eating two steaming steamed buns and drinking a bowl of millet porridge was simply a pleasant life!
The 150 scholars of the Imperial College had steamed buns as their staple food for three meals. Even the professors of the Imperial College were reluctant to sell the steamed bun for the sake of their reputation, but after hearing about the deliciousness of the steamed bun, they could not help but indulge in it.
As more and more people ate the steamed bun, the reputation of the Mo family spread rapidly in Chang 'an. Many people from far away came to try the steamed bun. The business was booming every day, and the queue was long.
Meton saw that the business was booming, so he directly recruited 20 people from the Mo family village. They worked in two shifts and sold steamed bun for three meals a day. As usual, there was more customers than demand.
"Young master! Today, we earned 280 strings of cash. After deducting the cost of 100 strings of cash, we earned 180 strings of cash in total. " Zi Yi said as she counted on the abacus. The steamed bun shop was bought directly, so there was no rent, so the profit was higher.
"Hiss! So much? "Qin Huaiyu and the other two gasped.
"That's 180 strings of cash in one day. Wouldn't that be 1,800 strings of cash in ten days? Wouldn't that be close to 5,000 strings of cash in a month?!" Yuchi Baolin counted with his fingers and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Although they were the sons of rich families and did not skimp on their own expenses, they could earn 500 strings of cash every month if they only earned 10% of the profits!
It should be known that the 500 strings of cash were the private savings of the three of them for a year. Now each of them could get 500 strings of cash every month. In the Tang dynasty, the exchange rate between silver and copper coins was one silver tael equal to one string of cash. In other words, each of them could get 500 strings of cash every month, plus one piece of cash, that was 1,500 strings of cash.
"We're rich!" Cheng Chumo roared in his heart.
Qin Huaiyu and Yuchi Baolin were also very excited. This was money that they had earned without relying on their families. Of course, the significance was different.
Reality proved that human desires were endless. The three of them, who were originally in a hurry to spend money, did not think about splitting the money at all. Instead, they immediately thought of the branch store plan that Meton had mentioned.
"I've already chosen the branches beside the three city gates in the east, south, and west. They'll be open for business in ten days. One year later, all the shops in Chang 'an will have our bun shops," Qin Huaiyu said passionately.
"Yes!"
Meton responded. He did not even raise his head as he quickly wrote down his homework with the quill in his hand. He ignored the ambitious Qin Huaiyu standing in front of him.
The Imperial College had a break every ten days, and it was only a one-day break. He wanted to take advantage of this one-day break to go back to Village Mo and recruit more employees for his bun shop. A large part of the reason why Meton's bun shop was doing so well was to open up another source of income for the villagers of Village Mo. Moreover, he did not want the goodies to flow into other people's fields. Naturally, he would recruit people from Village Mo.
Thinking of this, Meton wrote even faster. The hard pen tip rubbed against the rice paper and made a rustling sound. In a short while, Meton had completed more than half of his homework. The rice paper piled up higher and higher.
"I'm not writing anymore! This is too much of a bully! " Cheng Chumo angrily threw the quill in his hand onto the snow-white rice paper, staining it with a large glaring ink stain.
Cheng Chumo watched as Meton wrote another piece of rice paper in a short while. In the same amount of time, he had only written three pieces of rice paper, while Meton was almost done with his homework! Comparisons were odious.
"Liu Yinian is really too much. He wrote twenty pieces of rice paper for no reason!" Yuchi Baolin sighed as he put down the quill in his hand. He had only written two and a half pieces of rice paper. There was still a long way to go before he could write a hundred pieces of rice paper.
"It's all Meton's fault!" Qin Huaiyu also looked at Meton with hidden bitterness. The reason why Liu Yinian left so many pieces of rice paper was to guard against Meton. He did not look at the word count, but only the page count.
"If you guys calm down, you will have already written half of it!" I've already written more than half of it! "Modun wrote the last word heavily. Twenty sheets of rice paper formed a thick stack.
The three of them looked at Meton with resentment. In the past, they did not think that they were slow. However, compared to Meton, they were hit hard.
"Meton, you are really fast! Why don't you write it for me? "Qin Huaiyu said with a hopeful expression.
Meton looked at him as if he was an idiot. "Are you sure Liu Yinian doesn't know your words? Or did you suddenly learn how to write with a quill pen? "
Meton waved the quill pen in his hand proudly. Immediately, Qin Huaiyu was filled with resentment.
"Don't you have a ghostwriter?" Meton asked.
"No way! Last year, it was exposed and I was beaten 20 times by Liu Yinian. I can't use it anymore. "Qin Huaiyu said as if he had nothing left to live for. He had been showing off just now, but he hadn't written a single word.
"I don't care. It's all your fault. You have to think of a way!" Qin Huaiyu said shamelessly.
"That's right!" Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Baolin nodded.
Meton thought for a moment. He rolled his eyes and said, "Since Liu Yinian only looked at the number of pages, is there really a way?"
"Really?" The three of them were overjoyed.
"Mochi!" Meton shouted outside.
"Hello, young master. Hello, three young masters!" A tall, thin, dark-skinned young man came in and saluted.
"No, ghostwriting is no longer possible. Liu Yinian already knows our words. This old man's eyes are too sharp!" Cheng Chumo looked disappointed. He thought that Meton called him in so that Mochi could ghostwrite for them.
"Ghostwriting is no good. But what if you write it yourselves?" Meton said with a smile.
"Huh?" The three of them were confused.
Meton pointed at Mochi and said, "Mochi is the best among the younger generation of Mo Jiazi. Anything he sees, he can carve it out vividly."
"You mean carving out our words? Isn't that a seal?" Qin Huaiyu said.
Meton nodded and said, "What if the seal is as big as rice paper?"
"But where are we going to find such a big jade?" Qin Huaiyu frowned.
"How heavy would that be?" Cheng Chumo said with a look of disgust.
"Three young masters, in fact, there is no need to use jade. Wood is the same. Wood is very light and easy to carve. It won't delay your studies." Mochi said.
"That's not bad." The three of their eyes lit up. They looked at Mochi as if they had found a treasure.
There was no shortage of wood in the Mo mansion. Mochi found a hard jujube wood and cut three pieces of wood according to the size of rice paper.
"Young master, please write your name!" Mochi finished and said to Qin Huaiyu.
"Swish swish swish!" Qin Huaiyu waved his brush and wrote down his name.
Mo San picked up the carving knife and used it to carve Qin Huaiyu's words on a piece of scrap. In just a few strokes, he finished carving it.
He dipped it in ink and pressed it gently. The three words Qin Huaiyu clearly appeared on the rice paper.
"Good, that's it!"
Qin Huaiyu looked at the words that were exactly the same as his and felt very happy.
"Meton, you are smart! This time, we owe you a favor! "Cheng Chumo patted Meton's shoulder heavily.
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