700 taels of silver is equivalent to purchasing power of more than 20,000 US dollars. It is very refreshing to spend in areas with a monthly salary of 20 US dollars.

Shi Yan and Shi Mo, two men, took the sealed grain purchase certificate and used a hundred taels of silver to buy grain. The situation made the grain business want to provide them like an old man. They do business just to make money. As long as they see the seal, no matter how much grain they should buy, they will dare to sell it in the grain shop.

In fact, as long as the boys in Hongri Village continue to accept bribes, Shiyan still has to go to the grain shop to buy them. The difference between the two is quite large.

Unfortunately, Cheng Jinzhou uses grain faster and faster every day, and the managers of Hongri Village cannot keep up with the pace of stealing and selling. If it weren't for this, Huo Family Grain Store wouldn't even have a dime business.

As much food I bought, I just piled it in Xiaoxizhuang. Cheng Jinzhou went to a private school every morning to take a ride, and then rode his horse away, just like he did when he was clocking in the laboratory.

The village chief of Xiaoxizhuang looked at the mountains of wheat in the granary and burst into tears. He pulled the inkstone and said, "If all this is ground, how much grain will you get."

"Not much?" Shi Yan shook his head helplessly. Although he didn't know where Cheng Jinzhou consumed the food, the consumption speed was clear. In fact, there was nothing to guess. Practicing astrology, no matter how strange the behavior was, it was acceptable.

If Cheng Jinzhou had a formal title of astrology warlock, he would not even cover it up at all. This is also the difference between astrology warlock and ordinary star warlocks. Food is an important strategic material. If you want to waste it, you must be qualified. If you are less than the level, you can practice it with bargains.

The modified millstone was squeaking and accelerating by 20%. It was still as slow as it was. It took more than an hour to produce 100 kilograms of refined rice. That's it, the village chief kept saying that he couldn't finish it.

Shimo said angrily: "I'm not going to give it to you."

"It's good to look at it, it's comfortable." The village chief has fought on the front line with Mr. Cheng. He has seen it and heard it. He muttered: "A pound of rice is crushed into fine rice, which costs 1 cent more than brown rice. A stone of rice can be driven out at least twenty or thirty cents more."

Twenty or thirty ceremonies are really a lot. Shi Mo calculated: "I only have more than 2 taels of silver per month, just exchange it for four or five strings of money."

The son of the village chief next to him laughed and said, "You have to crush 5,000 yuan in a lot of money, and you have to crush it for 200 hours, and you still have to be rich. It doesn't count as a car and horse fee, and a month is just a little profit."

"Then what do you want to do in the rice mill?" Cheng Jinzhou was wandering around in front of him and asked when he heard laughter.

Several people outside the door looked at each other, but Shi Yan couldn't help but say, "San brother, whether it's shelling or going to the outside layer, you have to crush it."

"oh?"

"The refined rice is the brown rice that I have been crushed many times. If I grind too much, the outside will be clean. So if I don't have a mill, I have to use a mill, otherwise I can't even eat brown rice."

The village chief interrupted, "The more you crush, the easier it is to break, and broken rice is not worth it."

"It's quite a lot of attention." Cheng Jinzhou looked at the hazy dam in the distance and said, "Can you make money by raising this dam higher and building a few more rice mills?"

He really thought about it. Hydraulic power is not expensive, and he can earn some income, and it is better to accumulate less and get more.

Several people looked at each other, and the village chief said uncomfortable: "If you want to say that the day's profit is not enough, we have no place to sell it. The grain shop is suppressing the price, and some of them don't want our fine rice. Another one..." He paused and said: "After the farmer pays the grain tax, the rest is enough to eat it themselves, and there is no extra grain."

"The processing industry is the processing industry, and it has nothing to do with your own grain." Cheng Jinzhou applied the experience of later generations: "Can we make money by buying brown rice and processing it into refined rice and then selling it?"

Seeing him looking at him, Shi Yan pursed his lips and said, "Hongri Village has rice and grain, and there are waterways back and forth, so the cost should not be much. Most of the grain stores also have their own rice mills, but they look small..."

The grain in Hongrizhuang is equivalent to embezzling the grain from Cheng's family, and the price is naturally cheap.

"Then there is only the channel problem left." Cheng Jinzhou rubbed his eyebrows with confidence.

Several people next to him were wiping their sweat, and the village chief's son suddenly said, "The Cheng family has the most rice in the city, and the Cheng family's grain store is the largest grain store."

"Yes. Who is in charge of Cheng Family Grain Store?" Cheng Jinzhou laughed in disbelief.

The village chief continued to wipe his sweat, grabbed his son with his left hand and said, "It's Master Cheng Si."

"My fourth uncle?"

"It's the fourth young master of Yue's branch." Shi Yan said it was much more rules.

Cheng Jinzhou nodded and said, "That's it. First build a larger dam, and then build two or three more rice mills to try the effect. We don't have to sell the rice produced to our own grain store, just open a grain store yourself, so as not to say that we use the resources of the public center."

"Then the manpower of building the dam?" Shi Yan asked uneasily when he knew that such a thing would still fall on him in the end.

"I saw that the farming season was slack, did Xiaoxizhuang have enough staff?" Cheng Jinzhou said to himself.

The village chief's son rolled his eyelids next to him and thought to himself: The labor service in the village is not considered a public servant? Isn't his own grain store still going to be sold to the Cheng family? He was normal in mind and didn't dare to say it directly.

Cheng Jinzhou was in a good mood. Even in the steam engine era, hydraulic power was a very important resource. After the dam was built, no matter whether the mill could produce or not, it would have many uses in the future. Maybe one day I will have luck in getting a set of books on steelmaking and ironmaking, and I can make a big contribution.

Looking at the young man next to him rolled his eyelids, he looked like an elder, and said with his hands behind his back: "What's your name? What's your thoughts?"

God knows that he is also a 3-year-old man, but no one around knows that. The mill workers quickly turned around and held back and laughed out loud - the child pretended to be mature, just like a big duck mingling in the flock of geese, only he thought he had not been exposed.

"The young man named Tang Zheng." The young man who was named after the name, who seemed a little indifferent, quickly lowered his head, and the hierarchy was deeply rooted.

"Tell me." Cheng Jinzhou was still very generous.

"That..." Tang Zheng dared not say that you were right and wrong. He twisted his neck for a long time and said, "You are a person who wants to take the exam for fame and fortune. It seems that you can't do it as a businessman."

"Well, then you are familiar with this business." Cheng Jinzhou arrested the strong men on the spot. What he wanted was a dam, and the others were just a side. Even if it was a dam, I don't know when it would be really used. Choose the son of the village chief of Xiaoxizhuang to "catching the strong men".

The old village chief was excited before his son said anything. Working in the Cheng family was completely different from working for the Cheng family's legitimate grandson. He shivered and wanted to kneel down.

Cheng Jinzhou hurriedly supported him, then glared at Tang Zheng and said, "The ground is full of stones, so I have supported the old man."

Tang Zheng hurried forward and became shy.

"Just go to the past few months to build the dam. How much does it cost? Come and ask me for it." Of course, Cheng Jinzhou is not going to spend his own money. The Cheng family spends a lot of money on building bridges and roads every year, and the construction of water conservancy is not enough, let alone the expenditure of the prefecture is the foundation.

This kind of thing that benefits the country and the people, seeks benefits for the villagers, and does not have to spend money and still benefits themselves is Cheng Jinzhou’s favorite.

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