Maybe it's because the Zhongli Mansion has made a lot of noise about the Yiwen Friendship Association today. Of course, it may also be because the third lady of the Zhongli Mansion really deserves her name.

In the past, Erjinggou Alley was quite busy, but today it is quite clean.

Li Chenan just walked slowly to the east end of the alley.

The sunlight disappeared from his head, and above his head was a thick banyan branch stretching out from the yard.

This is his shop.

In fact, if we look at the huge Guangling City, Erjinggou Alley is not the most remote place. If we assign a level to this shop, it would be roughly equivalent to a third-level port.

Not good, not too bad either.

It also has a big advantage.

Diagonally opposite this shop there is an academy called Qianmo.

It is smaller than Takeshita Academy, but has hundreds of students.

At this moment, there was no sound of reading in Qianmo Academy. I think the students who came to the academy also went to Huaping Lake.

Li Chenan pushed open the door of the shop and stood inside to take a closer look. The wall was already mottled and needed to be repainted.

The stove is a bit of an eyesore and an eyesore. It's not necessary to open a tavern, so it needs to be dismantled.

Turn the stove into a bar, and build a row of wine cabinets behind it. The lanterns are a bit old and need to be replaced with new ones. Those tables and stools can be used, so just keep them.

That's it, the key issue is brewing.

Of course, brewing cannot be done here, it must be done in the backyard.

He walked into the backyard, stood in the patio of the backyard, thought for a moment, and decided to put the brewing equipment and the place for storing food in the west wing. Although it is not big, the tavern is small in nature, and it can produce more than ten kilograms a day.

Wine is enough.

If you think about it carefully, this Ning Kingdom is roughly the same as the Tang Dynasty in the previous life.

In the Tang Dynasty, the maximum alcohol content of wine was only about 20 degrees, and ordinary wine was only about 5 degrees. The key is that the price was still very expensive.

Liquor in Guangling City is also very expensive.

The cheapest wine costs three hundred cents for a small bucket.

A small bucket is roughly four kilograms, and one kilogram costs eighty cents.

As for better wine, such as Guangling Powder from Guangling City, its price is one thousand cents per dou, which is 250 cents per catty!

In comparison, a bushel of rice only costs ten cents, so wine is considered a luxury item and cannot be afforded by ordinary people.

The wine brewed by one's own distillation method will inevitably be more expensive. The consideration is not sales volume, but special products for specific groups of people.

Of course, selling luxury goods in Erjinggou Alley is not a very good idea, because almost all the people living here are ordinary people, and these people are not the target customers of the tavern.

Li Chen'an thought about it carefully. If the wine these days is fragrant, I'm afraid it's really not afraid of the deep alley. After all, it is a unique thing. At worst, we will use some marketing methods to attract wealthy patrons in Guangling City.

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Therefore, the shop must be worthy of the status of those people, and the decoration needs to be more sophisticated.

For example, if it is decorated like a bar in a previous life, it should be low-key, mysterious, and connotative.

Don’t ask why it’s brewing, because this is the easiest thing to achieve, and the key is huge profits.

Of course, refining refined salt is also a huge profit, but that thing is controlled by the government. If you don't have enough strength to get salt, you will hang yourself.

Li Chenan planned carefully, did some simple calculations, and found a problem. The two taels of silver in his pocket were not enough.

Mainly the equipment for making wine, the decoration of the shop, and the purchase of food, which cost about thirty taels of silver!

How to do this?

The family's finances are now controlled by Li Wenhan's concubine. It is obviously impossible to go back and ask for money.

Sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, Li Chenan put pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the table. While sharpening his ink, Li Chenan combed through his memory again, trying to find some other ways to make money from his memory.

Yu Heng, who was squatting on the roof and secretly observing him, had a look of confusion on his face.

After thinking hard, the young man put pen to paper and wrote about ten pages one by one without stopping. The sadness on his face disappeared and was replaced by peace.

Li Chenan did think of some simple ways to make money.

For example, there are so many people in Huaping Lake now, and I think the cultural gathering here will not be over for a while. You can use the two taels of silver in your hand to buy some tea and cakes to set up a stall in Huaping Lake.

Or order food for delivery to those talented people.

Or... didn't the third lady later ask the talented people who went on the boat to write poems?

I have a lot of ideas about this thing, so I can probably sell it for a very good price. This is also the simplest way.

So what he wrote on paper were some poems, which he believed were enough to make him his first pot of gold.

He dried the paper on the table and put it in his arms. When he was about to get up and go to Huaping Lake to sell these poems, a man walked towards him.

Saw it.

He was the attendant of the handsome young man in the Misty Rain Pavilion.

When Zhiyuan stepped into the backyard, she frowned slightly because it was too shabby.

"Sir,"

Zhiyuan stood in front of Li Chenan, a full head shorter, with her neck raised.

"Is something wrong?"

"My family, my young master, please go to Huaping Lake to talk about it."

Li Chenan was startled, thinking that his couplet might have been remembered by that handsome young man. Could it be that he took the couplet and boarded the boat?

Then will you be qualified to write poetry again?

I guess that handsome young man can't write any good poems. After all, generally speaking, appearance is inversely proportional to talent.

That young man was born too flawlessly, so naturally he didn't have a few drops of ink in his chest.

Thinking of this, Li Chenan suddenly had an idea.

He simply sat down, looked at the handsome young man in green clothes in front of him and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, please tell your young master that I'm not free."

Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the guy in front of him to refuse.

You know, it is the dream of many young people to be invited by the four princesses of Daning. What an honor it is!

If this guy is attracted by the fourth princess, with her favor in front of the emperor, all it takes is one word from her, and this down-and-out young man will rise to prominence in no time.

But he said he was not free!

By the way, he didn't know that it was Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess.

Zhiyuan endured her temper and said: "Seeing that the young master is not busy living here, if the young master goes to Huaping Lake, it will only waste the young master's time... Maybe it will be more beneficial to go than to sit here."

The meaning of these words was already obvious, but Li Chenan thought wrong.

He became more and more certain that it was the handsome young man who needed to compose a stunning poem for him.

He took out a stack of paper from his arms, took one and put it on the stone table, and said with a smile: "This is a poem, the price is... one hundred taels of silver, with this poem, your young master will definitely be able to

You get what you want."

When he said this, Li Chenan kept looking at Zhiyuan, and he felt a little uneasy. After all, just one poem was sold for a hundred taels of silver, which did seem a bit sinister.

Whether you are willing to spend such a large amount of money to buy a poem depends on the determination of that handsome young man.

Considering the wealth that the young master is wearing, a hundred taels of silver is nothing. If the young master falls in love with the third lady of the Zhongli Mansion, then the deal is very likely to be concluded.

This is supply and demand.

Now it seems that at least the handsome young man is not short of money, because the attendant was not too shocked when he heard the price, he was just stunned for a moment.

Zhiyuan was really stunned for a moment. Firstly, why did His Highness want this word? Secondly, one hundred taels of silver would buy a word... Is this expensive?

Not expensive.

But you have to see who made it!

If it came from the hands of Confucianism, the flower-filled garden of Taiyuan University, it would be worth millions of dollars.

If it came from the hands of the four great talents in Yujing City, it would be worth thousands of gold.

But this person in front of me...

Living in such a humble abode with no known reputation, how could one have any literary talent?

The Ning Empire attaches great importance to literati, especially talented literati. If this person is famous in Guangling, it is impossible for Li Jingsi not to know about it.

Keli Jingji really didn't know that such a young man existed.

So even if he is talented, it is because he thinks he is talented.

Zhiyuan showed a sarcastic smile, thinking that His Highness had misjudged this time. This man... seemed to have no idea how much he weighed.

Arrogant!

Her eyes fell on the piece of paper. What she originally thought about was how to complete His Highness's mission and let this ignorant young man go to Huaping Lake. He went, and His Highness would talk to him more.
To be continued...