The Emei sect had a lot of chores to do, and the burden of eating, drinking, and eating for more than thirty people made Lu Qingyun very crazy.
Fortunately, with the 20,000 taels of silver contributed by Mo Qiao, Lu Qingyun waved his hand, buy, buy, buy!
"Senior Brother Lu, this is not the way to go."
Jinghui feels a little distressed these days when she sees a lot of money flowing out.
Ever since she took over the management of money accounts, Emei had never spent money so lavishly.
Now that the worship has been cut off, it will be very troublesome if it continues like this.
"Then what can you do?"
Jinghui thought of the deserted fields on the mountain.
In the past, there were many disciples in Emei, and they cultivated their own fields.
Nowadays, the number of people has dropped sharply. Rather than leaving it abandoned like this, it is better to rent it out.
"Brother, I want to rent most of the fields in the pie to farmers down the mountain for farming. We can leave some fields to grow some vegetables so that we don't have to go down the mountain to buy them."
"Yes, you can arrange this."
Seeing Jinghui leaving, Lu Qingyun fell into deep thought.
Although renting out the fields is a good idea, it cannot fundamentally change the current situation of Emei's poverty.
To change the status quo, Emei must have its own industry.
Traveling all over Emei, there is really nothing that can make you rich except stones and trees.
Lu Qingyun could only come up with the idea of selling wine.
After going down the mountain and customizing some wine-making tools in the blacksmith shop, and buying fifty pounds of the cheapest liquor, we returned to Emei.
I found a cave in the nearby mountains where I could make wine, set up a stove, and prepared to start making wine the next day.
Kasabi.
There is a faint aroma of wine floating on the Emei Mountain Peak.
Lu Qingyun came to Mo Shuyu holding five kilograms of refined liquor.
"Shuyu, does your father do the wine business?"
"Of course I did, wine is a profitable business."
When it comes to business, Mo Shuyu is an expert. She has been held in the hands of her father Mo Qiao since she was a child and taken out to discuss business, so she is very familiar with business matters.
When Lu Qingyun heard this, he put the wine jar in his hand on the table and tasted it.
Mo Shuyu looked at the dark wine jar on the table. Without thinking, she knew that this was the lowest quality liquor sold outside.
He looked at Lu Qingyun with some confusion, "Brother Lu, if you want to drink, tell me. I'll talk to my father and just bring some good wine. Such low-quality wine will not be willing to be given to my servants."
Lu Qingyun rolled his eyes angrily and said, "Just try it if I ask you to. How can there be so much nonsense?"
Mo Shuyu sighed. He grew up drinking good wine and famous wines. It was really hard for him to accept this low-quality liquor.
But she had to listen to Lu Qingyun's words, so she had to pick up the wine jar and take a sip.
Just such a mouthful immediately made her eyes widen. It can be said that he has never drunk such a strong drink.
He looked at Lu Qingyun and asked curiously: "Where did you buy this wine?"
Lu Qingyun chuckled, "I brewed this, how do you like it? In your opinion, is it marketable?"
"Really or not, you can still make wine?!"
"You just asked me if I could sell it for money?"
"Of course you can sell it for money, and you can sell it for a big price!"
The weather in the north is cold, so this kind of spirit is my favorite. If his father, Mo Qiao, could sell such spirits, he would not only open up sales in the north, but also make huge profits.
Mo Shuyu rolled her eyes and had an idea in her mind, "Brother Lu, how much do you plan to sell this wine for, and how many kilograms can it be produced per month?"
"I can brew about a thousand kilograms of wine in a month, five liang per kilogram, how about that?"
Lu Qingyun has never been in business and doesn't know how to set prices. In the past, winemaking was not just for selling money. If it is sold to the north, will the cost along the way plus the price he set be too high?
"The price is not a big problem, but the output is a bit small."
Mo Shuyu was embarrassed to say that there was no need to sell this thousand kilograms. His father and uncles in the family could drink the wine.
Such a profitable recipe, which only produces one thousand catties a month, is really a waste of resources.
If someone else had the recipe for this strong drink, Mo Shuyu would definitely find a way to get it, but facing Lu Qingyun, she really couldn't open her mouth.
"It's okay. I'm not planning to make money from this. I can sell one thousand catties per month, which is enough for Emei disciples."
Lu Qingyun doesn't care whether he makes more or less, as long as he helps Emei get through the current difficulties, he will definitely make a lot of money.
Mo Shuyu had already learned from her aunt that Emei had cut off its offerings and was short of money. He took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the table.
"Brother Lu, these 50,000 taels of silver will be used as my payment for ten months' worth of wine. Just let me know when you're ready."
"Isn't this appropriate?"
Lu Qingyun was a little frightened.
It is too exaggerated to bring a huge amount of money to study in the mountains.
"It's okay, it's just small money, Brother Lu, don't worry about it."
Lu Qingyun thought for a moment, stopped worrying, picked up the silver on the table and put it into his arms.
The ten-month order was completed so easily. If Emei had more disciples like this who spent a lot of money, they wouldn't have to worry about anything.
Jinghui walked over quickly and said, "Senior Brother Lu, Wudang Young Master Song Qingshu is here and is waiting for you in the main hall."
"Mo Shuyu, I'll let you know when I've brewed the wine."
Lu Qingyun grabbed the liquor on the table, turned around and walked towards the Golden Dome Hall.
When they arrived at the entrance of the main hall, they saw Song Qingshu sitting in the hall.
"Senior Brother Qingshu." Lu Qingyun walked in with a smile.
"Junior Brother Qingyun, I say goodbye to you. I didn't expect you to take over as the head of Emei."
Song Qingshu stood up, walked to Lu Qingyun, and patted him hard.
Among the three brothers, Lu Qingyun has the best relationship with him. Now that he has become the head of Emei, the days when we can get together will become less and less in the future. I feel sad but also happy for Lu Qingyun.
"I resigned three months ago. Come on, follow me to the back mountain. Let's get drunk and then rest!" Lu Qingyun held the wine jar in one hand and held Song Qingshu in the other as he walked out of the Golden Summit Hall.
When they arrived at the entrance of the cave where he lived in the back mountain, the two sat on the ground. Lu Qingyun poured a glass of wine and handed it to Song Qingshu, "Senior Brother Qingshu, I respect you."
Lu Qingyun drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, "How are Grand Master and Grand Uncle doing now?"
Song Qingshu drained the wine in his bowl and said, "Everything is fine. It's just that Uncle Third Master misses you very much."
Lu Qingyun's eyes turned red. He hadn't gone back to visit his master for several years since he left Wudang. How unfilial!
"Junior brother, you don't have to be like this. Third uncle doesn't blame you. He specially asked me to tell you that the Emei Sect has a special relationship with Wudang, so you must carry forward Emei."
"Master, what's going on now? Has his power recovered?"
"Well, I have recovered a bit, and now I have the original third-level skills. In another year and a half, I will probably be able to recover to the eighth level."
"I came here this time. Firstly, you asked me to investigate the mastermind behind the Seven Kills Alliance. Secondly, Uncle Six is getting married. It is scheduled to be August 18th."
