Chapter 305: Rich Wealth
Although Su Yunyan knew that this lotus cushion would be very popular, she didn’t expect it to be so popular!
The affordable wool socks, gloves, etc. sold out quickly.
Seeing that the Yunzhou office in Kyoto was completely surrounded, Su Yunyan broke out in sweat: "How about I make another trip to Yunzhou!"
Song Zhizhou Looking through the account book, he dissuaded me. : "Don't worry, all this is within God's expectation. When the wool workshop in Rouxuan Town starts working, a large number of wool products will be produced soon. Delivering them directly from Yunzhou will save more time than us making a trip. ”
Su Yunyan was a person who listened to advice. Seeing that Ninth Brother's words were reasonable, she suppressed her anxiety and waited patiently.
Fortunately, Song Zhizhou’s guess is reliable.
At the beginning of November, the Yunzhou caravan led by Old Man Geng arrived in Kyoto on a snowy morning.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Geng? Why are you back?"
"Huh? What's behind you? Is it a wool cushion?!"
wool? !
In recent days, the people of Kyoto have been particularly sensitive to these two words. When they hear this word, whether they are street vendors or pedestrians in the morning, they all look at Old Man Geng.
Old man Geng didn’t know how popular wool products were in Kyoto.
When the governor gave him the task of doing business, to be honest, Old Man Geng was frightened.
But the governor said that he only needed to be responsible for delivering the goods safely to Kyoto and didn't need to worry about anything else, so Old Man Geng bit the bullet and set off!
Before departure, my wife gave me many warnings and told me that I must help the governor sell the wool mats! How many families in Bianguan Town depend on knitting for a living?
Thinking of those hungry, skinny little babies, Old Man Geng cleared his throat, with a red face, and shouted loudly: "The wool cushions from Yunzhou, the color is..."
Old Man Geng asked Niu Jinyi to write a sales pitch before he could even finish memorizing it when he was instantly overwhelmed by the crowds of people!
“I want the small lotus! This is a thousand yuan!”
“Socks! I also want another sock! I only got one last time!”
It brings tears to my eyes because I only managed to grab one. Now when I go out to attend a banquet, I dare not sit cross-legged and only dare to show one foot wearing a wool sock!
"Hurry up, otherwise everyone will get the letter, and there will be more people in a while."
Those who are impatient will throw the money bag into Old Man Geng's arms and do it themselves. Lift the linoleum.
Wow!
The whole scene was filled with admiration!
This time, in addition to the lotus cushion, there are also new portraits of the God of Wealth and cornucopia patterns.
"Vulgar! Vulgarity is unbearable! This is an elegant thing, but it must be tainted with the smell of copper!"
The literati said so, but their hands did not obey their own orders, Between the lotus cushion and the cornucopia, choose the cornucopia decisively!
“Hey, the cornucopia is great! I just like sitting on the cornucopia!” The women were more upright and showed their love for the cornucopia in their actions!
Old man Geng had never seen such a frantic buying scene. He just leaned on the goods and shouted loudly: "Not for sale! They will be sent to the office!"
But everyone turned a deaf ear to his words. After grabbing the things, they threw the money into the carriage very consciously.
When Song Zhizhou got the news and came with his people, the goods had been sold out, and the most remaining ones were the best-selling lotus cushions. Old Man Geng looked miserable as if he had been ravaged, swaying in the cold wind, muttering to himself: "I knew the people in Kyoto were rich, but I didn't expect them to be so rich. The ex-factory price of wool socks is less than twenty or thirty cents." Sell, actually sell When it reaches 200 yuan, there are still people grabbing it.”
Wool is not weighed, and labor in Yunzhou is very cheap. Whether it is knitting wool or knitting socks, the cost is very low. Quite low.
Is this business so easy to do?
Song Zhizhou invited old man Geng to return to the Song Dynasty to rest: "My godmother sent the lotus cushion to the palace. It was deeply loved by the nobles in the palace, and this led to the trend in Kyoto. If it had been anyone else, it would not have been sold at this price."
Old man Geng couldn't tell how he felt. The noble man here spent a lot of money on a lotus cushion, while the other end of Yunzhou was twisting wool until his hands were red and swollen for a few pennies a day.
"Alas, after staying in Yunzhou for a long time, I can't adapt to the life in Kyoto." Old man Geng smiled bitterly.
As soon as the group arrived at the Song Mansion, they saw a gorgeous carriage parked at the door of the Song Mansion. Mrs. Song was holding a little Song, standing at the door with a look of confusion.
When Mrs. Xiao Song saw her husband returning, her eyes immediately lit up, and she cast a look at Song Zhizhou asking for help: "Husband, the steward said that he is from the Song family in Xiangzhou, from the master's family. Great Butler.”
Song Zhizhou glanced at the man in brocade robes beside the gorgeous carriage, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
"If you don't know me, don't block the door of my house."
The man in brocade turned his head and said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Da Langjun, Madam said, you have never returned home in these years, nor have you ever Be filial to your parents, but how can parents be held accountable? It's your child's fault? You just need to go home and kowtow to admit your mistake, and the lady will persuade the master to allow you to enter the house."
Song Zhizhou walked around the man in brocade, came to Mrs. Xiao Song, and hugged her with one hand. The cheerful child held Mrs. Song's hand in one hand.
Song Zhizhou mocked: "You are poor in the busy city and no one cares about you, and you are rich in the mountains with distant relatives. When I was only a few years old, you kicked me out of the house. Now that I have a family and a career, you think of me. ?”
Song Zhizhou could hardly suppress the anger in his heart: "That poisonous scorpion woman just wants to take away my wool business. I will leave my words here for now. The business belongs to my godmother and no one can take it away!"
Man in Jinyi Zi raised the stiff corners of his mouth, half-smiling: "Your godmother's surname is Gu, and your surname is Song. Don't distinguish between inside and outside!"
Song Zhizhou: "If your godmother is willing, I can follow you. Her surname is Gu.”
The man in brocade clothes didn't take it seriously. He just stretched out his hand to flick the non-existent dust on his elastic robe, and said with a slight threat: "Xiangzhou is the only way from Yunzhou to Kyoto. Although the Song family is not the governor of Xiangzhou, they are in It can also be said in some respects "
The man in brocade raised his head and looked directly at Song Zhizhou, with a hint of shock: "Businessmen are most concerned about making money by being friendly. I think Dalangjun knows how to balance the pros and cons. "
After saying that, the man in brocade clothes got into the carriage and said, "I will wait in Kyoto for three days and hope that Mr. Da Lang will think deeply about it."
After the man in brocade clothes left, Song Zhizhou put away his angry look and showed a trace of amusement at the corner of his mouth. Sensing the worried look on his wife's face, he immediately comforted her.
"Don't worry about them. Even if they don't come, I will go find them. If I go to Xiangzhou in the future, you and your son will stay in Kyoto. If you encounter trouble, go to your eldest brother or other sworn brothers. "
"I'll go with you!"
Song Zhizhou smiled and touched his wife's head, saying in a cool tone: "The child is still young and it is not suitable to see blood."
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(End of this chapter)