It was not uncommon for people to be tempted.
Ying Mu had also prepared himself for this kind of situation.
With Fu Sheng as the shopkeeper, Ying Mu felt more at ease.
He handed over more matters to Fu Sheng.
At the same time, the price of the soap was set.
The next day, someone deliberately leaked the news.
Many orders suddenly surged.
Most of them were top-grade soaps.
Just like what Ying Mu had thought, it was just an extra hundred yuan, but was that still money?
For the nobles, tycoons, and wealthy merchants who could afford luxury items, a box of soap only cost a few hundred yuan.
There were three soaps in the box.
Even those who bathed every day would only use it once a day.
This amount of money was not worth mentioning compared to other entertainment expenses.
Then, there was the top-grade soap. There were only a few top-grade soaps.
Perhaps someone really couldn't bear to part with this hundred yuan.
Even outside of Xianyang, many people came to make reservations.
Now, Fu Sheng, who had just returned to Xianyang, was directly involved in working overtime the next day.
As for Fu Sheng's self-indulgence, many Confucian scholars soon learned of it.
Many Confucian scholars in Xianyang scoffed at this, especially those who had been chased out by Ying Mu.
They even spared no effort in smearing and belittling Fu Sheng, saying that he had disgraced the scholarly faction!
He was a Confucian doctor, but he actually ran such a lowly business.
But at the same time, someone said sourly,"I guess Fu Sheng took a lot of money."”
However, no matter how others belittled and smeared him, it did not have much of an impact.
Ying Mu's recent performance, which was more focused on the soap business, made Ying Zheng slightly vigilant again.
Just as she was thinking about when to have a good talk with Ying Mu again…
Ying Mu came.
Naturally, he stepped onto the steps and came to the side of Ying Zheng's table.
After all, Fu Sheng was a Confucian scholar from the Doctorate Hall, so he still needed Ying Zheng to nod his head.
"Imperial Grandfather."
"Eh, you don't look very good. Is there something bothering you?”
Hearing this, Ying Zheng put down the brush in his hand.
"What do you think, Mu 'er?”
Ying Mu's eyes moved, his gaze swept across the memorial that was unfolded on Ying Zheng's desk, and he said,""It's the Bai Yue…Hmm? Ren Xiao is sick?"
If Ren Xiao was sick, Baiyue might not be so stable.
No wonder Ying Zheng was a little annoyed.
Ying Zheng was instantly defeated. He rubbed Ying Mu's head and said,""Changing the topic?"
"You've been paying attention to your soap business recently. Have you been studying hard?”
"Of course there is." " As for the soap business, isn't it about to start selling soon?" Ying Mu said righteously.”
"I'm just keeping an eye on him."
"However, I've already found a representative, Fu Sheng from the faculty. With his help, I won't have to pay much attention to him.”
"Royal Grandfather, can I?"
Hearing that, Ying Zheng fell into deep thought.
Then, he nodded slightly.
"Yes."
In any case, the people from the faculty didn't have much to do.
Especially after burning the books, he was even more fine.
Ying Zheng also knew that this was the dissatisfaction of those philosophers in the Doctorate Hall.
The imperial court forbade the private possession of books and the discussion of poetry and books. The suppression on them was too great.
After Ying Mu finished talking about Fu Sheng, he said,"
Then, he set his eyes on the memorial on Ying Zheng's table.
he said.
"Right, Imperial Grandfather, making soap requires a lot of spices. Can I buy it directly from the Shao Fu?”
"Don't let the fertile water flow into others 'fields."
Hearing that, a smile appeared on Ying Zheng's face.
"Hahaha."
"You want to drag me into your soap business.”
Ying Mu chuckled and admitted it.
Ying Zheng sighed softly and said,""Spices, they are in high demand."
"I feel that soap will definitely sold well in the future. Perhaps spices will become even more scarce.”
Hearing this, Ying Mu immediately understood.
In history, the great discovery of spices had to wait until the opening of the Western Regions and the development of the Baiyue Land in the south.
Even so, spices had always been a luxury item.
Ying Mu suddenly changed the topic.
"Imperial Grandfather, is the Bai Yue that poor?”
In this memorial, besides reporting that Ren Xiao was sick and couldn't manage, it also requested Xianyang to allocate more money and food.
The person who wrote this memorial was Zhao Tuo!
Ying Zheng nodded and said," After all, the Yue State has just been settled. There are many forests and mountains nearby, and the Yue people have yet to return. Naturally, it will be quite difficult to govern.”
"If you want to pay more than you gain, I estimate that you will need at least ten years to develop it.”
Hearing that, Ying Mu's eyes flickered.
"Imperial Grandfather, we won't be going to the south of the Yue and the South Sea for the time being?”
"I remember Master saying that there are a lot of spices in the Hundred Yue Country, especially in the Southern Sea. Spices exist on islands.”
"It's called the Spice Islands. Clove, cardamom, pepper, and so on are everywhere…"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng said.
Immediately, she turned around and looked at Ying Mu.
From his eyes, Ying Mu could clearly see that the shape of the copper coin had changed.
Spices were very precious, extremely precious.
Having spices was equivalent to having money!
There was a lot of money!
If there really were Spice Islands in the South China Sea, how much money would be needed to ship the spices?
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