Chapter 937

"This is a special thing from Baichu."

Luo Hengju explained to Shen Qingci, "At first, the taste was a little pungent, but after this taste passes, you will find that there will be another taste coming from it."

Shen Qingci's face was still wrinkled, but it was actually very hard to eat. If it wasn't for her long-standing rules, she would really want to spit it out.

After waiting for a while, her face finally stretched out, and then slowly she could feel the corners of her lips rising.

Then she took another bite, and it was exactly as Lao Hengjuu said, the taste is really delicious, and it will be a very wonderful taste, it may also be because the previous one is too unpalatable , so the taste becomes more and more obvious when it is eaten later.

In a short time, she had already finished eating what she was holding. To be honest, she really had a bit of an aftertaste. When tomorrow, she asked Mo Li to buy some for her, and sat at home slowly. Eat slowly.

There are too many people here, and when she left, she was still with Luo Hengju, so that she would not be bumped into.

Suddenly, Lao Hengju stopped and looked behind him.

"What's wrong?" Shen Qingci asked Luo Hengxuan strangely, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

Lao Hengjuu straightened her hair, then took her hand and led them to his house, but the smile on the corner of his lips was hidden for some reason.

He always felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes behind him, and he lowered his head and looked at Shen Qingci who was holding a pile of things.

She couldn't help but also smiled, she had not seen her so happy for a long time.

There are still a lot of people around, and their simple faces are also full of smiles. The long approach after the first melting of the ice and snow, even the wind at this time, seems to be a little warmer.

If there were no wars in the future, how good would it be? It would be so ordinary. Whether it was Northern Qi, Baichu, or Dazhou, the people could live and work in peace and contentment, and they would not be a peaceful event.

On the ninth day of November, auspicious, it should be opened.

On the bustling street, a series of firecrackers suddenly sounded. People who liked to watch the excitement all surrounded them, wanting to know what happened over there and why it was so lively.

When they arrived, they all smelled a faint and cold fragrance. After smelling it, it was refreshing. Most of the time I smelled these fragrances, and I was even more afraid that if I didn’t smell it more, maybe after a while, I really wouldn’t be able to smell such a delicate fragrance.

"Yipinxiang, is Yipinxiang?" I don't know who shouted, so excited, maybe it's not enough to be moved to tears.

The temperature here in Changlin is low all year round. Everything here is good. The only thing missing is that there is nothing else. It is not like other places. They also have an inexplicable persistence.

And the name of Yipinxiang is almost known to the world. It is said that the spices of Yipinxiang are made by gods, and each incense has its own unique fragrance, even if it is a powerful perfumer. The formula is cracked, and it is adjusted to the same taste and color, but it is still not the fragrance of the first product, and the first product is unique.

And a taste of fragrance is sometimes hard to find.

At this time, the eyes of many pairs of eyes were glowing, and in the meantime, I don't know if it was the merchants from Baichu and Northern Qi who found a way to make a lot of money.

Yipinxiang opened on this day, and it was almost a sensation in the whole city, and the most people who entered it were the same number of guests as businessmen. What are you doing, what are you still doing?

But for merchants, this is silver, an inexhaustible amount of silver.

In the end, the number of people who entered the shop was innumerable, but they knew that Shen Qingci had prepared the spices for nearly three months, and almost all of them were about to be sold short.

Because she said that as long as the merchants from Baichu and Northern Qi came over, they would give them as much as they wanted, and they would earn their money or earn it mercilessly.

When night falls, there are already two shopkeepers using abacus to calculate the accounts received today, and they are all placed there. It is hard to imagine that this is not a one-month account, nor a half-month account. , but a daily account.

"Young master, the account has already been calculated," the shopkeeper took the account book to Lao Hengxuan. Both of them were carefully cultivated by Lao Hengxuan. They were originally prepared for the future Yipinxiang. This kind of thing also understands the depth of the foundation.

It is also thanks to Lao Hengju's reputation that he has some foresight. Otherwise, the shopkeeper alone might be troublesome.

Yipinxiang has too many accounts in January, and it is impossible for them to know all the accounts if they are not trusted people.

"Look at it," Luo Hengju handed over the account book in his hand to Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci brought it over, and with a snap, she slammed the ledger back on the table.

"I want to excuse me," Shen Qingci stood up and walked into her own room. She closed the door, and then suddenly hugged Miaomiao, also happily lying on the bed and rolling away. several times.

"Miaomiao, Hao Miaomiao, do you know how much money we made today?"

"I tell you, 1.3 million taels, more than 1 million taels."

"One million taels a day, a month down, isn't it tens of millions of taels? Excluding the military expenses, excluding the big sister and big brother's share, I will probably earn millions of taels in a year. Now, you said I'm not going to earn a mountain of gold and silver?"

It's no wonder, just such a small place can actually earn nearly half of the Huang family's fortune. She used to feel a little unlikely, and thought it was due to the Huang family's exaggeration, but it turned out to be nothing at all. Not too much.

Really, earning money from other countries is much more joyful than earning money from Dazhou people.

The door outside opened, and the faint fragrance of Brahma entered, which was strange. Lao Hengju was also in a pile of spices. If it were someone else, he might have some miscellaneous fragrance on his body, but he never did. They have never been dyed with any incense, which is surprising.

Lao Hengjuu came over, also sat down, and then gently stroked her hair as if to appease Miaomiao, "Will it be difficult?"

"No," Shen Qingci turned over and put his head on his lap, "It's not difficult at all, with Mo Li and the others helping us, we can make a lot of spices in one day."

And what she said was not an exaggeration, and certainly not modest.