Vegetable vendors stared at each other. Song Jiu was not stupid and would not agree. He had to pay more, but how much was worth the price of this vegetable?

Just as they were hesitating, someone came over again, and the major stores in the capital were in charge.

There is a reason why Song Jiu excluded the elder sister from the management scope of the main store. For example, the main store has to be repeatedly selected. Only when the wrap is tight can it be needed. If it is not tight, it will not be needed. After choosing this, it depends on the appearance. After reading it, all the leaves are selected together, and then the vegetables are cooked with the heart. The elder sister is not willing to do so. In order to find the cheapest vegetables, she only picks the leftover vegetables she bought. Even the yellow leaves and old borders have to choose the leaves to keep the leaves and stems.

This kind of consumption view cannot run a store.

The main store is extremely picky about the ingredients and comes one by one. In fact, I have been paying attention to this kind of vegetables for a long time. Can they lose these vegetables? Now that the manager is coming, the first thing to do is to see is that it is rare and must be of quality. After careful reading, the manager caresses them affectionately: "Good thing."

Growing in greenhouses, humidity and temperature keep up, and the soil is soft. Song Jiu said that the increase in yield will not only increase, but will increase by more than six or seven times. Therefore, these celery grow vigorously, each with green and beautiful green, with sufficient moisture, and must have a crispy and tenderness. However, the nutritional value is very doubtful, but who can tell how much nutritional value it has at this time?

The Rendian Manager stood up and looked at the group of vegetable vendors. He was indeed a tiger. These vegetable vendors were sheep. He turned his head and said to Song Jiu: "Jiulang, how did it sell it?"

"I'm discussing this price with everyone, it's not easy to set the price."

Several managers went aside, but in fact, the price was secondary to them. This kind of high-quality vegetables are not off-season, but also a gimmick. They are not afraid of being expensive, but they are afraid of being bad. One person stood up and asked, "How many of these are there?"

"Standard half stone."

"Everyone is in a dilemma. Kyuro, we will order a price for you, a bunch of thirty cents of money."

"Thirty cents of money," although the eldest sister was mentally prepared, she was still fainted by thunder. How much does this pound cost? No wonder my brother said that his store couldn't afford the price. A pot of fried celery came up, and it cost a pot of one pot. Who would eat it?

"Thirty stags are too expensive. It's better to have twenty-five stags. You have two piles in your family, and the remaining vendors will be paid one cent." Song Jiudao. One cent in the main store, and even fewer are left. Dozens of vegetable vendors only divided the dozens of piles, and each person has more than ten pounds, which is not a small amount. They all take them home as treasures.

The next day, celery began to appear in the vegetable market, and the prices were very chaotic. There were 1,000 pounds per pound, 800 pounds per pound, and some people shouted 1,500 pounds per pound. There was no most expensive, only more expensive. It was this price. It sold faster. As soon as the sun came out, my brother became a legend. Some people wanted to buy it but couldn't see it.

The ministers also ate celery, and Song Jiu sent a lot. But there were more ministers, as well as royal families, generals, and some retired heroes. A family of less than two kilograms, and not even dozens of yamen received more.

Mrs. Liu Wensou mixed a plate and stir-fried it one plate, and deliberately bought a jar of good wine. Good dishes must be served with good wine to be decent. Liu Wensou asked: "My wife, what price is on the market?"

"Officials, I bought vegetables late in the morning and couldn't see them. I only heard rumors that I first sold 800 ci per catty and 1,000 ci, but later it increased to 1,500 ci, but it was quickly snatched away. Half of them went into the restaurant, and there were very few people who could buy them."

"No, 1,500 people, these two dishes are equivalent to a cow. How can I swallow it?"

"Officials, just eat it. This thing is rare. In a few years, there will be more people growing it, and it will not be expensive."

Liu Wensou knew that this was the reason. That day, Song Jiu also deliberately explained that leading to the right path will feed many people. Of course, leading to the wrong path will have serious consequences. Now Song Jiu intending to lead the right path, and he has nothing to say. He is just straightforward and not unreasonable.

But eating two pots of celery worth three cents of money made him feel so painful.

After taking a bite, I couldn't help but say, "This dish tastes different."

"I taste it, it's different. It's so tender. It's just too expensive. In two years, when it gets cheaper, it's sold for dozens of cents per catty. It doesn't matter if you eat it occasionally."

"In two years, Song Jiu will not plant it anymore, and all of it will be handed over to the people. If they don't plant it through Song Jiu's hands, they may not have this good taste."

"This baby is elusive and has some skills."

"Oh, I don't know if he is capable or not. I can't understand it. Let's eat it, anyway, it's still something I can eat when I make it."

Not only does it taste good, but it also has a psychological effect. If you eat such expensive vegetables, it will be delicious even if you don’t taste good.

As a result, in the morning court the next day, Liu Wensou heard all the ministers discussing this celery. Some of them are very talented and use all their good words. They have a fragrance and are sweet and pleasant. They almost write poems and praise them.

Many people went to watch curiously, and Boss Hu was also anxious. The vegetables were expensive and afraid that people would steal them. He quickly organized more than a dozen villagers to hold machetes and bow and arrows on their backs with bows and arrows. They patrol day and night, and even a dog was not allowed to be put in. Therefore, the people could not see them even if they wanted to see them.

When the second batch of vegetables came up, not only all the people from the main restaurants were present, but also some people from the large restaurants were also present. There were even fewer people who were assigned to vegetable vendors, but Song Jiu forced to evenly, otherwise the main restaurants and restaurants were not enough. Four or five hundred kilograms were evenly produced at a time. This was not enough. A capital city, including military households, a large number of foreign people and merchants, had nearly one million people, and consumed nearly one million kilograms of vegetables a day. Even the shadows were not visible when hundreds of kilograms of vegetables were thrown down. There was a sky-high price of two jin per kilogram, but the people wanted to find them, and brother was still a legend.

If you can eat it, go to major restaurants and restaurants. However, that is not a 2-cent. As various vegetables and dishes come up one after another, a small plate of ginseng juice and honey-stained cucumber can be sold for fifty cents, a pot of bear's paw roasted eggplant can be sold for eighty cents, and a pot of bird's nest gourd soup can be sold for ninety cents... and these extremely expensive dishes have to be supplied in limited editions.

Song Jiuxin is really not bad. No matter how big the cucumber is sold or how big the root is sold, the big one is only 400 citrus, and the medium one is only 300 citrus. Gourds, gourds and sprouts are similar. There is no way to do it. The winter melon is too big and there is no way. It must be calculated by citrus. There are also winter melons, some people will store them, and some winter melons are not rotten. But they are not fresh, and the price will drop a little. However, as one or two snow falls, winter melons also become sky-high prices.

The price in Song Jiu's hands is acceptable, but it is unacceptable when he arrives at the vegetable market. As a goose-feather snow falls, there was an incredible price of selling a cucumber for two yuan and a gourd for four yuan. Don't say it's expensive, you won't see it in a night.

As soon as the vegetable garden is opened, countless vegetable vendors have rushed over. They want to divide a few kilograms, even if they are even ten kilograms, they will make a small fortune. The most surprising thing is that the off-season vegetables are very expensive, but they are always a legend. It is late at this time, but most people get up early and go to bed early, so the vegetable market opens early. Every time hundreds of kilograms of vegetables flow out of the vegetable garden are scattered in various cities, but the people who get up the earliest are people in restaurants. So by dawn, people come to buy vegetables and can't see them. Many people only hear people talking about it, and never see them.

...

The snow flies, and the capital becomes quiet.

The Song family is still very lively, with more than 40 people eating alone. It is impossible not to be lively. Looking at the students who are eating voraciously, Dr. Zhang looked at the garlic on the dining table with cucumbers and sauce and fried eggplant. He said, "You have only paid twenty cents, how can you swallow it?"

It is impossible to settle the accounts. If you sell them at the market price, these two dishes will be gone. More than thirty cents of money will be the same as his salary for more than two months.

What he said was his true words, and the student had to put down his chopsticks. Cui'er said, "Dr. Zhang, you are wrong. He also paid twenty cents, but you didn't pay a penny."

The little lady Zhu San, who also came to eat, lowered her head and giggled.

Zhu San raised his head and asked curiously: "Jiulang. How much money did you make in this vegetable?"

"I'll do some calculations for you. The yamen are here to ask for some, and they usually have a good relationship, so I have to give it to them. This is different from bread. I have to give it to them, and I have to give it to the emperor and the ministers. The main reason is that it is in short supply now, and if you get up late, you can't buy it. If the ministers can go to the main store and eat it at a high price, where will their wives and concubines eat it? If you can't get resentful, I will be cold when the pillow is blown."

Everyone laughed together.

This is the truth. Women in the Song Dynasty still have some status, and some ministers are even strict members of wives. Song Jiu said again: "This gift cannot be given away, just one thousand pounds. In addition, the yamen and their daily relatives and friends will be removed in more than ten thousand pounds."

"It's so much money," said Qi Jie in pain.

"It is a spending money, but many people don't understand how to spend it. Some people think that spending is eating, drinking, gamble, and that is the wrong way to spend it. Think about how much money and silk His Majesty has given me one after another. If it weren't for the money and silk that His Majesty gave me, could all be done? And vegetables are so expensive that these small vendors can sell them so much that they don't give them a little, and they will impeach them, and I can eat them all?"

“The vendors are too dark.”

"Sister Qi, you can't blame the vendors. My family produces too little production. The main store comes to grab it, and the restaurant comes to grab it. Only a little bit is distributed. A vendor can only earn more than ten kilograms, or even a few kilograms. It has been coming from the morning and standing in the cold wind until the awning is opened in the afternoon. How can they not sell it expensive? If there are too many in the future, this will not happen."

"Oh, Song Jiu, you are the best vegetable in the ages and the best price in the ages. My wife actually saw a cucumber and a cow price of three guan."

"Dr. Yan, you don't understand. This is a good thing. It turns out that the most developed areas in China are the Southern Tang Dynasty, Bashu and Wuyue. The people in the Central Plains are the most miserable, but since Zhou Taizu began to focus on internal governance, Bianjing has been getting better every year. By our dynasty, it was better than the Zhou Dynasty. In the past few years, Bianjing could not catch up with Jinling Hongzhou Yizhou and Hangzhou, and in recent years it was vaguely superior to it. It is precisely because the country is gradually stable, and the capital is well-regarded, with more wealthy people. Otherwise, how could it be sold so expensive? There is another better thing, like my raising of stocks, I have to do it step by step for them to see if I don't make it. Will the yaene believe it? If the greenhouse vegetables are used well, they can feed many people. But I am willing to promote it, who would believe it? If it sells expensively, I don't need to shout next year, and there will be many vegetable farmers to learn."

"You can still make money by selling Liuli."

"Liuli can make money first, but the profits are mainly placed on Hezhou, otherwise the yamen will not accept it. Hezhou is mature and will gradually let it go. You don't understand my good intentions." Song Jiu said in pain. In fact, he was laughing in his stomach, and there is no need to understand anything. As long as you take one step ahead, you will be a mountain of money and silk! And because you let go, you do it very beautifully.

"Jiulang, are you really so kind?" Zhu San asked.

"You guys tell me, are my heart good?" Song Jiu asked the student.

"Mr. Zhu is a bad word, but Mr. Jiu is a good man," the student said loudly. Not to mention anything else, he had nothing to say even this twenty cent dinner.
Chapter completed!