Chen Yue took out the money and moved it back to his room, took out a small wolf hair and listed the table on paper to calculate it. In the past few days, he has learned about the market conditions and has basically understood some of the materials needed. What he needs now is to make a good budget and allocate the limited money reasonably. After all, it is not possible to inject funds in future generations. Now his hand is a pitiful ten-ton coins, which is just when he wants to break a penny in half.

It is undeniable that memories of later generations are an infinite treasure. His mind only remembers that many good things that can be done at this time can be listed. However, one must consider the acceptance ability of the people in this era, and two, he has no channels to expand the market. Only ten tons of capital can only allow him to choose products with low cost and quick profits. Even if this transaction cannot last for a long time, he must make the first pot of gold as soon as possible and complete the most primitive accumulation.

Thinking about the fact that I used to hold a huge business empire, but now I have to make complex and precise calculations for ten-spin copper coins. It is really inconvenient to write characters and numbers from later generations with wolves stained with ink. Fortunately, Chen Yue was able to barely adapt to calligraphy since he was a child.

"Young Master, what are you drawing?" Xian'er flashed with Shui Ling's big eyes, stared at him for a long time, but she really couldn't understand it. She couldn't help but ask.

"Practice calligraphy." In this era when even the scholars and officials regarded chickens and rabbits as cages as difficult problems, and wanted to explain various operations and market operations to a little maid, Chen Yue felt that it would be easier to reply to these two words.

"Oh." Xian'er responded, her eyebrows frowned, and a puzzled expression on her face seemed to want to ask again but she dared not say it.

Chen Yue did it for a while and felt it was almost done. He turned around and saw the little girl staring at the paper, putting her hands in front of her small breasts like buds, and her head was tilted to the side and pondering about something.

Seeing her cute and cute appearance, Chen Yue couldn't help but slap her round buttocks with a laugh. He laughed in the girl's cry and said, "What are you looking at? If you can understand it, you won't be a maid at home."

"Young Master...Young Master, you bully people again!" Xian'er hid in the corner of the wall, covered her little butt with her hands, and her red cheeks could drip bleeding. Her childish look made her look shy and charming.

Chen Yue couldn't bear to tease her anymore, so he waved his hand to signal her to come over, pointing to the box next to him and said, "I'll give you a piece of paper later. You can buy the things listed on it for me. The money will be collected in this box. Remember to only have the cheapest ones, not the best ones."

Xian'er said pitifully again, and walked over carefully to wait for Chen Yue to write the paper, as if he was worried that the young master would suddenly "bully" her again.

"Well, let's just do it for now. Don't make any noise about this. I'll tell you a story when I come back." Chen Yue listed a list on the paper, picked it up and gently blew the ink marks after writing it.

After taking the paper and taking the money, Xian'er ran out of the room. After walking out of the door, Chen Yue couldn't see it, he looked at the door with resentment, stretched out his small white and tender back of his hand and pressed it on his blushing cheeks. It was so hot!

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After packing up the manuscript, Chen Yue went to Chen En's office to look at it again. The person had already been arranged to live in the wing room, and the doctor had also come over to see it. Now he has taken the medicine and has fallen asleep.

Song Sanniang went out to bring water in. When she saw Chen Yue in the house, she quickly put the wooden basin aside and saluted Chen Yue: "Young Master is here. Thank you very much for today's work. My country women in my hometown will not say anything appropriate. If you need it, please tell me in the future."

Chen Yue said indifferently: "If there is no place, I didn't touch you, but I don't need to thank me for talking."

Song Sanniang shook her head: "Young Master Yu is talking, and it is a life-saving favor for us."

"Fa...oh, Chen En saved my life that day, so it was considered equal."

“Different…”

Song Sanniang wanted to say something again, but Chen Yue waved his hand impatiently and stopped him: "Don't mention this matter again, but how can you have any place in the future?"

After a previous incident, the matter between Song Sanniang and Chen En must have been spread in the neighborhood. Although there was no perverted etiquette and legal requirements like Cheng and Zhu Neo-Confucianism at this time, it was inevitable that they would be criticized after returning, and it was obviously inappropriate to stay at home.

Chen En knew all kinds of people when he was a guest monk in Donghua Temple. Song Sanniang also heard from him about the deeds of several evil young dandy playboys in Hangzhou City. However, he did not expect that Chen Yue was so different from the image he heard before. Not only was he righteous and neglected money, but he also had literary and elegant styles who wrote poems. Now he is even more grateful but does not seek repaid, but he cares about the people who receive the favor. Such a good person is so unbearable. God is really blind.

Song Sanniang was angry for Chen Yue when she thought about it. Looking at the handsome young man in front of her, gratitude and resentment were mixed together, and a trace of water vapor was unconsciously seeping out of her eyes.

Chen Yue was shocked. Why did she feel so worried about her place of care? Could it be that the ancients still have any taboos that they don’t have in their memory? He quickly apologized: "Chen Yue is rude. If there is any offense in his words just now, Sanniang should not take it to heart, it is a mistake."

Song Sanniang reacted and quickly reached out to wipe the corners of her eyes and said, "Young Master misunderstood, it's not the reason..."

The two of them woke Chen En up with this fuss. Seeing Chen Yue in the room, they struggled to sit up and said, "Young Master is here. Please forgive me for being sick and unable to get up and salute." At this time, many places on him were covered with plaster, and his movements were not as convenient as before.

Chen Yue walked over to check his injuries, and then felt relieved when he saw that there was nothing serious about it: "No need to be polite, just be relieved."

Chen En thanked him and asked again: "Is there something wrong with the young master here?"

"It's mainly to see your injuries, and by the way I want to ask you some things."

"Thank you, my son, I have something to do but I ask, and I will definitely answer everything I know."

Chen Yue nodded: "Well, nothing is serious. You have been in Donghua Temple for many years before, do you know how to make wine?"

Chen En was stunned and thought that Chen Yue asked him for the recipe for Donghua Temple's vegetarian wine. After a while, he shook his head: "This... I'm not to hide it. I grew up in Donghua Temple. I also know the method of brewing wine in this temple, but the temple has the kindness of raising me after all..."

Chen Yue knew that he would have been wrong and interrupted: "It's not the case, but I've been interested in making some winemaking business recently. I've prepared the brewing recipe freely, but I can't come forward in person. I always have to find someone to take care of me. If you want, what if you do this after your injury is healed?"

Chen En didn't expect that Chen Yue, a young master with good food and clothing, would suddenly think of doing business. The monk he used to work in Donghua Temple was actually a pilgrim business, and the people he came into contact with were rich merchants. He had some experience in this and nodded and asked, "I don't know how much the young master's capital is? Where is the store and the winery? The doctor said that I suffered from skin injuries and could do things in about a month."

In fact, the doctor asked him to recuperate for at least two months, but when he was a monk, he would read the books in the cabinet without any trouble. The most common scriptures and classics in Buddhism were medical books, so he also knew a little about medical skills and wanted to show his skills in front of his new owner as soon as possible, so he reported one month.

Chen Yue didn't understand this, and nodded after hearing his words, "Now there is ten cents of capital. The store has not yet been purchased. I can find an uninhabited yard in the backyard. According to my estimate, the ten cents of capital can earn at least a hundred cents of capital in one month. It will not be too late to hand it over to find a shop. Well, if the scale is too large, you have to go through the public relations." The Song Dynasty had limited orders for wine, which was basically the official business. It is not easy for private people to make a living by wine, but most officials and officials didn't care about brewing some wine. Besides, the Chen family itself is a family of officials, so it is not difficult to get a license.

Chen En couldn't help feeling a little disappointed after hearing Chen Yue's words. It showed that no one in the Chen family supported Chen Yue's approach, but he just had private fun. The young man was used to giving advice to the country and thought he could do everything he could, but he even said that he had a huge fantasy of making a profit of 100 yuan in one month. He naturally wouldn't believe it, but he didn't want to refute Chen Yue's interest now. I think that the ten yuan in one month would not be used for food and drink, and he would not be able to lose a little bit. At that time, he would give him some advice and show his skills.

"Okay, I will follow the words of the young master."

Chen Yue naturally didn't know what Chen En thought. It was hard to say if he had a big stall, but it was always easy to make this little money. Not to mention the various later products he had in his hands, even the marketing methods he mastered and knowledge that exceeded a thousand years could create a lot of wealth at this time. All he had to do was to choose a combination of the theory of later generations that was used with the situation at this time. No matter how the times change and how the people's visions change, human nature was always the same.

Chen Yue and Chen En made up the matter and said goodbye to them and left.

Song Sanniang sent Chen Yue out and came back, sat next to Chen En and said worriedly: "I made a profit of ten times in a month. Is the young master's tone a little bigger?"

Chen En sighed and looked at the people around him and said, "It's not just that big. I have been in the temple for so many years, and I have seen many merchants coming and going. I have never heard of such things that I can do. It's almost the same to go to Guanpu..."

"Then why don't you persuade the young master?" Song Sanniang said anxiously, stood up and wanted to go out to chase Chen Yue.

Chen En quickly grabbed her, but Song Sanniang stopped her urge to chase someone because she was afraid that he would pull the wound again.

"If you can't persuade him, the young master is young and energetic and talented. I'm afraid he has never really suffered setbacks in his eyes. It's like we have to count the days since we were young. If the advice is not appropriate and he is so arrogant that he can be proud and think about doing this impossible thing, then what should we do?"

Song Sanniang was so anxious that she stood up and wandered around, and couldn't help asking, "What should I do?"

Chen En lay on the bed and waved his hand, signaling her to sit over, and comforted her with a smile: "You think it's from your small family. Ten coins of silver are nothing to a family background like the young master. At most, just treat it as fun. At best, when I'm cured, I can help him wholeheartedly, and I can always help him with it. It will be better when he gets excited."

"Okay, I'll come here to help you. If the business is difficult, I'll take my salary first."

Chen En nodded. After tossing for a long time, he was tired. With the help of Song Sanniang, he moved his body and fell asleep again.

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