"Okay, let me see how much property there is in Mojia Village."

In Mo's mansion, Mo Dun took a deep breath and said to Uncle Fu, who had just delivered food to the villagers.

Everyone can say heroic words, but when you really need to take action, you will find that there are many difficulties.

Modun had many ideas for making money in his mind, but it was hard for a good cook to cook without rice. All actions still need to be based on the reality of Mojia Village.

It is not that easy to find a project that can make a lot of money and can benefit all 3,000 people in Mojia Village.

"Young Master! This is the list you want!" Uncle Fu handed over a thin piece of paper.

There are ten fish ponds, an abandoned kiln factory, and only 10,000 kilograms of grain left in Mo Mansion. There is also a salted fish shop in Chang'an City, which is the only wealth in Mojia Village.

Mo Dun frowned. These things seemed to be a lot, but thinking about the fact that more than 5,000 people from a thousand households in Mojia Village were hungry for feeding, these things were not enough. According to normal estimates, if there is no support for a month, Mojia Village will be out of ammunition and food and fall into trouble.

After a while, Li Yi also entered the hall, looked at Uncle Fu, and quietly waited for Mo Dun who was thinking hard.

"No, this is not possible!" Mo Dun kept shook his head,

Mo Dun thought about it several times and was denied. It was not that these businesses were not profitable. Any business could make a person a rich man in a short time, but there were more than 5,000 people in Mojia Village, and it would be useless to not benefit everyone in Mojia Village.

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 gritted his teeth and said.

"What?" Modun looked up differently.

"You mean to open a pond?" Uncle Fu suddenly raised his head.

"Open the pond?" Mo Dun asked in confusion.

"No!" Uncle Fu shook his head suddenly and said.

"That's the capital to save our Mojia Village. Once the Mojia Village is opened, there will be no more money!" Uncle Fu shook his head and denied.

"But this is the only way." Li Yi said with a sad face.

After the argument between Fu Bo and Li Yi, Mo Dun finally realized that the focus of the two was the ten fish ponds in Mojia Village.

These ten fish ponds are the magic weapon that Mojia Village can overcome difficulties every year. Whenever they encounter the most difficult times, these ten fish ponds will be opened in turn. The oldest fish pond has not opened for five years.

"Then open the pond!" Mo Dun interrupted.

"The young master doesn't know that every year the pond in Mojia Village is opened at the most critical moment, and he can often overcome difficulties. Now..." Uncle Fu sighed and lowered his head.

"What's wrong now?" Mo Dun frowned and puzzled.

"Young Master doesn't know. It's too early to open the pond now. If you open the pond now, even if you open all ten fish ponds, it will not be able to support the villagers' food for two months." Li Yi said lovingly.

"And it has not snowed yet, so the salted fish produced are not easy to preserve at all. If they cannot be sold in time, they will all be smashed in your hands." Fu Bo added.

"Besides, the price of salt is high now, and buying salt is a big expense..."

"etc!"

Mo Dun felt that he was not smart enough and quickly interrupted Uncle Fu's nagging.

"Selling salted fish!" Mo Dun looked at the two of them strangely and asked, "Why do we sell salted fish? Why don't we take live fish to Chang'an City to sell?"

As soon as he blurted out, Mo Dun knew that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, because Uncle Fu and Li Yi were both looking at him like fools.

Fortunately, Ziyi took care of Mo Dun's face and explained: "Young Master doesn't know that Mojia Village is fifty miles away from Chang'an City, and it will take at least two hours to walk. The fish that were transported from the pond to Chang'an City have died and cannot be sold at a good price. Why is it better to make salted fish?"

"Ziyi, what you said is very true!" Li Yi nodded.

"Where are other villages selling fish?" Modun asked.

"The same is true in other villages. Only the fish raised in several villages near Chang'an City can be transported to Chang'an City and still alive. However, those live fish have been snatched up for a long time when they arrive in Chang'an City, which is much higher than our dead fish!" Ziyi said with a pout.

"Living fish, is it expensive?" Mo Dun suddenly stood up and asked anxiously at Ziyi.

Ziyi rolled her eyes and said, "Of course, live fish are specially supplied to those high-gate and large valves. Ordinary people can't grab them at all. The price alone has increased by more than three times, and there is no market price. They are all snatched up if they come late."

"Hahaha! I've got rich! I've got rich!" Mo Dun paced back and forth in the hall, dancing.

"Wow!" A glass of cold water suddenly poured on the freight head.

"What are you doing?" Mo Dun touched the water on his head angrily, staring at the purple shirt holding an empty tea cup fiercely.

But Ziyi was not afraid of him at all. She breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest that was not yet large, and said with relief: "I thought the young master was crazy about gaining and losing his heart. No matter how much live fish can make money, it has nothing to do with us. Is Mojia Village too far from Chang'an City?"

Ignoring this maid who was a little bit second, Mo Dun shook the tea on his head, and smiled strangely at Uncle Fu and Li Yi and said, "What if I have a way to let the fish live after entering Chang'an City?"

"What? This is impossible!" Uncle Fu and Li Yi suddenly raised their heads and looked at Mo Dun in disbelief, but there was a little hope in their eyes. If Mojia Village could transport live fish into Chang'an City, then the 3,000 people in Mojia Village would be saved.

"The fish will not survive if they leave the water. If you use a water truck to pull fish too many fish, you will die. Those methods that others have tried will not be transported to Chang'an City at all." Li Yi's eyes slowly extinguished and he shook his head and said.

Modun said excitedly: "It is because of this that we can make a fortune! I have a way to get live fish into Chang'an City."

"Can it really work?" Uncle Fu stared at Mo Dun and asked with hope.

"It can be done, it can definitely be done!" Mo Dun nodded affirmatively, "But some tools are needed to make. If there are fish, you can experiment tonight!"

"How to experiment!" Uncle Fu asked quickly.

Modun explained: "First fill the water truck in the mansion with water. When the tools I need are made, put the fish into the water truck. Tomorrow, you will see the fish that are still alive one day."

Mo Mansion is also a big family, and its home often has water trucks to prevent fires. Several times the house caught fire, it was the water truck that made great contributions.

"Old Zhang used to be a great craftsman in the army. I'll find him now and make tools now!" Li Yibian said as he ran out.

Uncle Fu was not behind him, and after he ran out with Li Yi, the voice came from the exterior wall: "I'll go find the old fish and let him go to the pond to catch fish."

"Young Master, I'll go find a water truck!" Ziyi looked at the young master with tea and immediately fled in panic.
Chapter completed!