To ask Zhao Zhen for help, of course he had to give one to the palace. According to Wang Ning'an's idea, 50% of the profit was handed over to the emperor and 30% of the profit was given to the emperor. He was already very satisfied to get 20%. However, Zhao Zhen couldn't bear it. He just spoke and did nothing, but took half of the profit. It was really unkind.

Moreover, the Wang family took the money, but it was not for themselves. There were already hundreds of horses in the horse farm in Wild Wolf Valley, and a large number of horses were pregnant. The Wang family was under a lot of pressure.

Zhao Zhen was a kind emperor, and sometimes he was too kind. He only had 30% of the profits and returned 20% of the profits to the Wang family, ordering them to use them to raise horses and make wine.

Don’t think that you only got 30% of it, it’s not a small amount of money.

There are 500 jars of Yaochi nectar every year, and the low price of Buy Pot ordered by the Ministry of Revenue is 100 knots per jar, but judging from the popularity on the market and the crazy spirit of various major families, 1,000 knots cannot be stopped.

Including the income of hundreds of thousands of guan or even millions of guan, 300,000 to 300,000, not including smuggling to the Liao Kingdom, that is the real big boss.

A sudden extra money came, can Zhao Zhen be unhappy?

Naturally, I looked at the Wang family with a different look. Although Wang Liangjing was just a head, he could soar into the sky at any time. At this moment, the Wang family was like the seeds that were thrown into the ground. The sunshine and the rain and dew came down. I just waited for the time to break through the ground and grow vigorously.

In one month, Uncle Wu gave the first batch of 100 jars of wine to Xu Jie.

The quality of these hundred jars of wine is much worse than that of Yaochi nectar, but the degree is not bad, or even more powerful. The reason is very simple. Wang Ning'an just put the wine that should have been distilled back into the Erguotou, and let Xu Jie happily eat all of them at a high price of 80 guan per jar.

In an instant, the Wang family had 8,000 more coins!

"The barbarian is a barbarian. He is so stupid!" Ouyang Fa said with contempt.

Wang Ning'an laughed and patted the little guy's head. Ouyang Fa was very angry and rolled his eyes, "Brave businessman!"

"Yaya!"

Wang Ning'an was furious, "I can tell you that this trick is not my original, your father often uses it."

"Wang Erlang, what are you talking about?" Ouyang Xiu glared at him with a beard.

"I'm not talking nonsense, Zuiweng, if you get a pair of Tang Dynasty porcelain bottles, one of which is intact and the other is slightly bumped, how can you sell it at the best price?"

Ouyang Fa turned his eyes and immediately said, "Smash the bad ones! Just selling them well, dad, am I right?"

Ouyang Xiu laughed, "Fa'er, you're just saying the opposite. You should smash the good ones and leave the bad ones behind."

"Then why?"

Ouyang Fa was puzzled.

Ouyang Xiu walked to the window with a smile, pointed to the crescent moon outside, and said with a smile: "Since ancient times, the poems about the moon have been vast, but few people mention the sun. Even if mentioned, they are very monotonous and boring. Do you know the reason?"

"The boy doesn't know."

"The moon is sunny and waning, and the changes are round and waning, which naturally makes people have countless associations. The sun is always red, round and without changes, and there is no imagination. This antique is like the sun and the moon. It is too intact, but it loses the space for imagination and full of things. It is like the stomach is stuffed with things, and no matter how much delicacies there are, it can't be filled with. If you are tired, you will not be able to attract high prices!"

Ouyang Xiu sighed and suddenly laughed at himself, "I am really confused. I can't understand such a simple truth. No wonder Qingli's new policy is so terrible. I am stupid to read books!"

The old master sighed for a long time and wanted to talk to Wang Ning'an about his experience, but the boy was gone.

...

Wang Ning'an was very busy, and the wine business finally started. The Wang family's income suddenly increased countless times. As a large amount of wasteland was reclaimed and sorghum was planted, the Wang family's tenants also increased.

With money and people, expanding the department and strictly training becomes inevitable.

Wang Ning'an was unwilling to practice martial arts hard, but he couldn't resist Wang Ningze's practice. Besides, there was no harm in strengthening his body. Wang Ning'an had to grit his teeth and run around the village before dawn to enhance his physical fitness.

In the afternoon, my father would call him over and teach him sword skills specifically. If he doesn't practice well, he won't give him dinner. Wang Ning'an felt that his father was revenge, and wanted to use martial arts to reshape his father's principles and regain his dignity!

However, my father's conspiracy and tricks actually received strong support from me and two little villains! Wang Ning'an had to accept his fate. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the man No. 100 ran out of sweat. He took off the short strokes from his upper body, revealing his strong and strong tendon flesh. He sweated and reflected a golden brilliance under the rising sun.

Every time this time, the people in the village have to give a thumbs up and sincerely exclaim: What a good man!

"Isn't it just a little more powerful, the country people really have no knowledge!" Yang Huaiyu said disdainfully: "If you do this, I can beat ten or twenty of them at one!"

"Brave!" Across Yang Huaiyu, there was a little girl of sixteen or seventeen. She curled her mouth and said disdainfully: "You can't even beat me. If you don't believe me, let's compete! Let's let the aunt testify."

The little girl said, looking at the old woman sitting in the middle. Her hair was gray and her face was full of wrinkles, but her waist was straight and her eyes were sharp. The two juniors quarreled, but she didn't care at all, but said slowly: "The people in the village said that they practice every day!"

"What's so strange about this!" Yang Huaiyu still disdained.

The old woman's face suddenly changed and she angrily shouted: "You are still a child of the Yang family. I ask you, how many days does the Yang family practice the Yang family's division?"

"Three, three days." Yang Huaiyu said stutteringly.

"You still know!" the old woman said bluntly: "Every day practice requires not only perseverance, but also financial resources! You need to eat meat and soak your hands and feet with potions, otherwise you will be useless if you can't practice for a month. They have been practicing for three or four months!"

"Auntie, is it very great?" the little girl asked tremblingly.

The old woman took a deep breath, "My father died in battle back then, and your great-grandfather was in charge of the Yang family. For almost ten years, our family's divisions, including the family, practiced martial arts every day, and my skills were also practiced at that time." The old woman remembered the scene when she was young and was filled with emotion.

"At that time, all the Yang family were holding back their energy to avenge their father and to restore Yan Yun. But since your great-grandfather went, the children of the Yang family have been lazy and forgot about revenge. Over the past few decades, the Yang family's reputation has been gone. I am sorry for my father and brother!"

The old woman wiped her tears, but Yang Huaiyu was full of no concern. She had already passed for a long time, so why not? The court had made peace with the Liao Kingdom. The emperor had changed several times. If he was still worried, wouldn’t he be bored!

Besides, who in the court said that Yan Yun was restored? Those ministers kept reminding the emperor that they would not speak out and rest and recuperate. His Majesty could give Xixia annual monies and pray for peace. The Yang family has been rich for generations, so what else can they think of...

Yang Huaiyu looked dissatisfied, and the old woman became more and more disappointed, but she was a junior, so it was hard to say too much about following her out of Beijing!

The old woman stood up, and did not ride a horse, and walked straight to Tuta Village with her hands behind her back.

Yang Huaiyu and the little girl quickly stood up and followed behind. Seeing that there was a huge threshing farm near the entrance of the village, it was used to dry grain during the autumn harvest. Now it is the martial arts field for everyone.

The running song simply wiped the sweat from his body, put on his coat, cleaned it up, and looked solemn. Everyone stood in a neat queue, including the little guy Wang Ningze, with his cheeks puffed, extremely solemn.

In the middle of the threshing farm, a faded flag is placed.

"kneel!"

Wang Ning'an shouted in a low voice, and everyone instantly pointed their knees and straightened their backs.

"Do you still remember Yongxi's Northern Expedition?"

"Don't forget!"

"Do you still remember the Chen family's Gukou?"

"You can't forget!"

"What are you joining the army for?" Wang Ning'an continued to ask.

"Avenge revenge and eliminate the Liao bandits!"

"Avenge revenge and eliminate the Liao bandits!"

"Avenge revenge and eliminate the Liao bandits!"
Chapter completed!