Chapter 27: The Medicinal Brew Business

the steward, or even beaten.And Yang Lin only needed five hours for this This isn't work, it's simply enjoying oneself!The person who borrowed the money rushed to Yang Lin's side, thanking him profuse...The exhilaration of each family exceeded Yang Lin's expectations.

Even Zhao Zhongming, who hadn't even seen a thousand of them, ordered one hundred catties without hesitation!

The wealthy family, known for their lavish spending, eagerly paid the deposit and signed the contract without Yang Lin even having to remind them. They were afraid that he might go back on his word.

This move isn't out of kindness, it's because they all believe that Qian Zhang's business is definitely not inferior to tofu!

They only need to handle it once, and they can make a good profit. How could they refuse such a business

After discussing a thousand sheets of business, the family members couldn't wait any longer and started talking about tofu.

Just like Zhao Zhongming, some smart people have discovered that the key to making tofu isn't in the process or technique, but in that magical concoction.

"Yang Lin, just tell me, how are the medicines selling"

All of them are foxes with a lifespan of a thousand years. At this moment, Qian Zhang's business deals have been finalized, so there is no need to keep it hidden. He speaks plainly and openly like opening a skylight.

When it came to the medicine, everyone once again looked at Yang Lin.

"Oh, if I wasn't forced into it, I really wouldn't want this medicine!"

Yang Lin first sighed, then began to talk about the process of refining the so-called medicinal water.

"Potion brewing is not easy. It requires dozens of precious herbs, followed by special processing, fire tempering, and simmering for seventy-seven forty-nine days before a mere amount can be produced."

Yang Lin stretched out his finger and gestured.

"I don't have much medicine left, only ten barrels. I'll give everyone a cost price, ten ounces of silver per barrel."

Yang Lin raised a finger.

"What"

Hearing this number, everyone immediately got angry.

"Ten taels You wouldn't be going to rob someone, would you"

"I'd like to know what kind of medicine is worth ten taels of silver!"

Everyone stared in astonishment.

Upon hearing this number, Zhao Zhongming also gasped in astonishment.

Ten taels of silver is no small sum, he really dares to name his price.

"Hold on, everyone."

Yang Lin said calmly, "Do you all know how much tofu one jin of beans can make with my medicine"

Everyone was stunned, and then they realized that this was the key.

"How much" Zhao Zhongming asked.

Yang Lin extended three fingers.

"Three pieces!"

The crowd couldn't help but gasp again.

One jin of beans is not worth more than two cash, but three pieces of tofu in the county town are worth fifteen cash!

Five times the profit!

These people in charge, not one of them was foolish, immediately realized that ten taels of silver for a barrel of medicine water didn't seem so expensive anymore.

"Then how much tofu can one bucket of medicine water make"

Someone immediately asked the most crucial question.

The rest of them were also staring intently at Yang Lin.

Yang Lin smiled and stretched out a hand.

"Five thousand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately shouted: "I want a bucket!"

Saying that, a silver ingot weighing ten taels was slapped directly in front of Yang Lin.

The rest weren't far behind, one silver ingot after another, all eagerly stuffed into Yang Lin's hands, not even giving him a chance to refuse. "Hey hey hey, everyone, don't be so hasty, I only have ten buckets, only ten buckets!"

"Oh, that's enough, Brother Li, Brother Wang, please don't give me any more silver. Even if you give me silver, I can't conjure it up..."

Yang Lin kept declining while emphasizing that there were only ten buckets.

The officials were in a panic, and for a moment, they were all at sixes and sevens, scrambling to stuff Yang Lin with silver.

When they heard Yang Lin say the figure of five thousand, they immediately calculated the cost price of making tofu.

Three words!

Although the price of this medicine is the same as what was purchased from Yang Lin, Yang Lin no longer makes tofu. If you don't buy this medicine water, it will be like giving up the tofu business.

Those who have experienced the high earnings potential of tofu are well aware.

So, the cost of three-wen coins is not high, and the profit margin is still large; secondly, by controlling tofu production entirely, in the future, you can make as much tofu as you want, and you also have the initiative.

So, this medicine must be bought.

Not buying is equivalent to handing over the tofu business to someone else, and missing out on such a good opportunity to make money.

These officials were all eager to take charge, but Yang Lin was the one who suffered.

He didn't expect these big families to be so eager for tofu, even offering an exorbitant ten taels of silver without bargaining.

However, to achieve the goal of scarcity marketing, if it is said that there are only ten barrels of medicinal water available, then only ten barrels can be sold!

Otherwise, if plaster takes off and sells out too quickly, the tofu market will go crazy and then plummet rapidly.

And in business, integrity is paramount. Once you've stated a number, don't easily backtrack on it.

Otherwise, your reputation will be ruined.

Finally, no matter how the family managers who paid a little later promised or even offered more money, Yang Lin stuck to his guns, insisting on only ten buckets.

However, they were also told that a new batch of medicine was being prepared and would be ready in three days. It would be supplied to them first, and they would be given an extra twenty catties of Qianzhang. Only then did the officials who had not been able to buy the medicine agree to leave.

After spending a long time at Zhao Fugui's house, the stewards from each family finally left contentedly.

After these two deals were finalized, Yang Lin had a hefty sum of white flowers in his pocket.

Zhao Fugui looked at Yang Lin's collection of silver, his mouth watering.

Meanwhile.

County town, Zhou's family.

When Zhou Zhengyang learned that Yang Lin wouldn't make tofu, he was furious! He decided to teach the tofu-making techniques for a single copper coin and spread it widely.

"Here comes the person, here comes the person!"

"Bring me someone, to the mountain village, just watch me kill that poor scholar!"

This is how they pressured Yang Lin into submission: By following Xu's suggestion, they exerted pressure on him until he finally revealed the secrets of making tofu.

Now the situation is reversed, Yang Lin can't handle it anymore and actually flipped the table!

The public revelation of the technology, along with the resulting chaos and failure to gain anything from it, infuriated Zhou Zhengyang.

"Young Master, please don't worry."

Xu Maocai hurried in, sighed and said: "Young Master, the current situation is not good for us."

"What do you mean"

Zhou Zhengyang was in a foul mood and without thinking, blurted out.

"Young Master, our move this time was indeed rather rash."

"We went there this time to pressure him, thinking he would either submit and cooperate with us, or completely ignore us and continue making tofu."

“Well, who knows about that kid He wouldn't cooperate with us anyway. At least he listened and stopped making tofu!”

"His tofu was sold to all the prominent families. Now that he's stopped making tofu, it's like cutting off a family's source of income."

"And as everyone knows, it was you who spoke up and prevented him from making tofu anymore. So, this account, all the families have put on our Zhou family!"

Zhou Zhengyang was dumbfounded.

He suddenly felt like he had been cheated!autopsy. Village matters, even murders, rarely get reported. The village head, tribal chief, and some influential elders can handle it.Even if a case is brought to the court, it has little to do with...