Bringing System to Great Tang

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, Li Jiazhuangzi promised that those who bought kerosene lamps will be replaced and repaired free of charge, and they can be replaced if they fall."

"It's selling newspapers, Lijiazhuangzi launched a thermos bottle, filled with hot water, it will not be cold day and night, repair and replacement is free."

In the early morning, the newsboys walked the streets wearing uniformly made small padded coats for selling newspapers.

They worked hard to help Lijiazhuang propaganda, and they ignored other people's advertisements.

The wealthy people who bought the kerosene lamps changed them as soon as they fell, and hurriedly bought a newspaper to read.

Seeing the above, as long as you get a rough idea of ​​the glass, you can replace it with a new one, and feel relieved immediately.

Look at the magical thermos bottle. You can buy two kerosene lamps.

"Wait for two months to sell, what's the urgency." Hube, Bi Gou tremblingly picked up a thermos and made tea for himself.

His head is full of two hundred and a warm pot, which is in his hand.

According to his understanding, the thermos pays the same tax.

Eighty percent, sell one for one hundred and sixty yuan, ten for one thousand six hundred and one hundred...

"No, calm down, I can't think like this, Li's money is not mine, yes, but how can the thermos keep earning tax money?"

Bi envisioned that the kerosene used in kerosene lamps could be taxed for a long period of time, one tax per ten.

The thermos bottles are gone after they are sold out. No money is made, and the household department suffers a loss.

"How is this? No, I want to write a letter."

Bi Gou was upset, he was sitting in the position of Shangshu in the Household Department, and he wanted to consider Datang's financial revenue.

He picked up the pen and wrote without thinking: kerosene is lonely in the sun and the moon, and the four seasons wind is always blowing. Exchanges can always be kept, how can a thermos melt a hundred years of snow?

After finishing writing, I wrote a private seal, put it in an envelope, thought about it, and called someone: "Send it to Lijiazhuangzi."

The messenger had no horses, so he ran out of the imperial city, saw a carriage, and stopped: "Go west of the city?"

"Go, I am..." The driver saw that it was a seventh-grade official from the imperial city and lowered his voice.

"Take me to Lijiazhuang. I'm in a hurry. I'll wait for other things. Hurry up. Give you money for the car."

The person delivering the letter directly took out a ten-dollar exchange voucher.

"This officer, I actually..." The coachman didn't take the money.

"Twenty dollars, here, don't talk too much, and take care of you." The messenger handed over another ten dollars exchange voucher.

"Okay." The coachman took the money and urged the horse to go quickly, humming a song in his mouth.

The messenger is satisfied. This is the role of power and money. If you let you go, you have to go.

When the car arrived, some people began to greet the coachman before it stopped at the end of the Baqiao Bridge.

"Old Bald Song, are you here to solicit goods again?"

"Lao Song, I'll be back soon this time."

The coachman smiled and said, "I still made 20 dollars. I was going to say that I don't need money. The official of the imperial city is good."

The person sending the letter: "..."

He wanted to do it again, that is, when he ran out of the imperial city and the coachman said the second sentence.

I will definitely listen to the other party's words. Who will be reimbursed for twenty dollars now?

Secretly sad, he found the farmer who was here to give free soup, and the farmer ran to find Song De.

Song De came out and brought the letter in.

Li Yi was in class. When the class was over, he got the letter and read it again, and shook his head slightly: "Lao Bi really doesn't understand making money."

"That's right, who can have a proprietor, and you know how to make money." Song De smiled and grinned.

"Eight, do you want to bite? Wait, I will write a reply."

Li Yi said Song De, sat down next to him, and wrote to Old Man Bi.

He knew that Bi Gou meant that the oil of the kerosene lamp needs to be used in all seasons, and if it is broken, it will be replaced.

The thermos bottle is exchanged once and back and forth. Isn't it a hundred years to make no other money?

Li Yi thought for a moment, and wrote: The silkworm larvae are raised during the breeding season, carefully waiting for the silk to form a knot. Do not move the weak pupa to hope for the benefit, break the cocoon and spread its wings to finally transform the butterfly.

He stopped writing, shook his head, and he wrote another sentence: Lao Bi, I will give you three sets of tea sets, one set of one tea set, one set of five tea sets, and one set of twenty tea sets.

After writing it, put it in an envelope: "Bring three sets of tea sets to the person's hand."

Song De nodded and took the letter to find something. In addition to sending Bi Gou's three sets of tea sets, it also had the benefit of sending a letter to the seven-pin official.

Song De now sees those below the fifth rank, and he feels that they are petty officials.

The messenger had already drunk three bowls of free soup, and he stood up and stretched his neck and looked around from time to time.

When Song De's figure appeared, he stretched his brows.

"This is a letter, and this is the three sets of tea sets given to Bi Shangshu by my proprietor."

Song De first handed the lacquered letter to the other party, waited for the other party to pick it up, and then gave two bamboo baskets that could be carried.

Three sets of tea sets in the box are placed in one bamboo basket, and the other is greenhouse vegetables. The vegetable baskets are covered with sack pieces for heat preservation.

"The things in this basket are also for Bi Shangshu?" The sender didn't know what was in the basket.

"A few cucumbers, Bi Shangshu can't ask for it." Song De shook his head.

There was a smile on the eyebrows of the sender, and I got it, and gave him the greenhouse dishes.

"Whoever sent me back, I'll give thirty dollars." The person who delivered the letter didn't feel sorry for the money anymore.

Fifty dollars, for such a basket of vegetables, a big profit.

"Let's go, take you one, I'll take the delivery, and take a detour."

The coachman just finished loading vegetables and wanted to send them to the people in the city, he came over and stretched out his hand.

The person sending the letter took a deep breath and looked at the others. If they didn't move, then pay for it.

He didn't know the rules. When he shouted out the money, everyone around him heard it. Some people made a noise first, and the others stopped moving.

If he is looking for an empty car, he will whisper the price to others.

How many others have not heard, even if this person asks for a low price, there is no problem.

Regardless of how hard work is done, as long as a group of people do the same work, whoever breaks the rules will be cleaned up.

The car loaded with vegetables slowed down, and it was noon when the messenger returned to the imperial city.

Bi Gou didn't eat and was waiting.

The messenger handed over the letter, as well as a basket with tea sets, and said goodbye. By the way, he took a long time off and had to take the food home.

Bi Gou opened the letter and read it again, only to know that Li Yi meant that there was a follow-up.

"I've sold the thermos, can I still collect money? Send me a tea set, just send me an expensive one, what's the deal with me if it's cheaper."

Bi Gou opened the three sets of tea sets and saw the difference at a glance. The price was different and the appearance was reflected.

"There are three types of tea sets, maybe there are more expensive ones, and you won't be able to drink any tea in the future."

Bi Gou has already read how to make Kung Fu tea in the newspaper, which is cumbersome.

At the same time, there are advertisements in newspapers, advertisements for selling complete sets of tea sets, which is not something for ordinary people.

He looked at the tea set ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and prayed again, hoping that everyone would buy less, and wait until the new year to buy more, so as to collect taxes.

On the other side of Lantian County, Chang Sun Xin was in a bad mood, failed to return to the imperial city, and had to work as an inspector in the county.

"You can't make money, you can only do a few small transactions with your own family. What should I do in the future?"

Chang Sun Xin and four of his staff were sitting there drinking tea, and he received a set of tea sets presented by Zui Xianju.

Learn the method introduced in the newspaper and make Kung Fu tea patiently.

The four aides followed, frowning one by one. The boss couldn't go back to Chang'an, and they had to walk the way.

"My boss, if you want to make money, I have an idea to sell canned food for a while. Now let's find a place first before others respond."

Luo Ocheng took a sip of tea and found that it was cold, so he poured out the rest of the tea.

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