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Cui Geng pondered his emotions for a moment, and said eloquently: "Presumably most of the people here haven't heard of our Eight Immortals, right?" To tell you the truth, the men, women, and children of my Eight Immortals Department combined, are only more than 300 people, living in seclusion in the mountains, cultivating and weaving by themselves, and have no contact with the outside world at all. Until one day, we rescued a Han man named Cui Yun. ”

Someone interjected: "Then, you included Cui Yun in the clan?" ”

"Exactly. To tell you the truth, the origin of this Cui Yun is not simple, he is now the clansman of Jiannan Province to appease Cui Geng, and he can make icing and rock sugar. ”

"Frosting?" Many barbarians looked confused.

But someone still shook his head and said, "I've had frosting!" The so-called frosting is a kind of thing that is sweeter than honey, its color is white, its shape is like frost, and it is a few points more expensive than silver! I bought it a few times in Chengdu, and now that I think about it, I really talk about it! ”

"What? It's more expensive than silver, and you're willing to eat it? ”

"No matter how delicious it is, how good can it be? You are so extravagant, loser! O loser! ”

"The elders of your tribe, let you do as you want? No wonder people say that Shiyue is getting worse and worse. ”

……

When the barbarian ghost lord heard this, he rebuked him together, envy, jealousy and hatred overflowing with his grandmother's words, sweeter than honey, and the price exceeded silver, why did this grandson have such a good mouth? No way! Let's try it if we have a chance.

However, the ghost of the Qianluo tribe will not have such a low vision.

When people's voices gradually lowered, he said in a deep voice: "So, you Eight Immortals have relied on this art of making frosting to save a huge amount of furniture. Just take out 400,000 yuan at once, without blinking? ”

Cui Geng nodded and said, "That's right!" Don't look at the fact that there are few people in my Eight Immortals Department, but with this secret recipe in hand, 400,000 yuan is really nothing. ”

After a pause, he looked around and said with a smile: "Do you know, what are the raw materials for this technique of making frosting?" ”

"What?"

"Sugar cane! A single sugar cane can produce a sugar frosting or two. The mountains near our Eight Immortals Department are full of wild sugar cane. Just cut one down and you'll be able to make a lot of money. Think about it, if we don't get rich in the Eight Immortals, is there no heavenly reason at all? ”

"Really?"

Many ghost owners were dizzy, and their minds automatically replaced sugar cane with white silver, shiny copper coins, and even yellow, orange, orange and gold.

To put it simply, it's money!

Money is a good thing, and with money, you can buy Han silk and satin, Han wine and delicacies, and all kinds of luxury goods.

Relatively speaking, the clothes of the cow and sheepskin, the weak wine and tea, and the crude decoration in his own clan...... Can it still be seen by the eye?

To put it bluntly, it's not that the barbarians don't like the Han people. The main reason why they are not willing to contact the Han people is that the ghost lord avoids the people under his rule and opens up the wisdom of the people, the main reason is that there is no money.

The goods that the barbarians had, the Han people had, and they were better than theirs. In exchange for materials, the barbarians can only greatly reduce the price, and they can't get much money in exchange.

But now it's different!

There are ...... on the hills near the wild sugar cane If a sugarcane can be exchanged for money, no, it can be exchanged for a hundred yuan...... Ten cents...... It's okay to pay a penny! The ghost owner of himself has made a fortune. I just don't know, can I get involved in this business?

The clever one had already opened his mouth and asked, "Dare to ask Ghost Master Lu, since your secret recipe is from the Tang Dynasty Cui Geng." Why don't people make their own frosting, but let you make money easily? ”

Cui Geng said: "Who said that the Tang Dynasty Cui Geng did not produce frosting on a large scale? However, he doesn't have enough raw materials1"

"You mean...... Sugar cane? ”

"Exactly. The Han region is densely populated, and there are few people in the land. It doesn't matter if you don't have frosting, you can die without food! Therefore, no matter how much money Cui Geng makes, he must lower the purchase price of sugarcane, and he can't let the profits from sugarcane grow too much. Otherwise, everyone grows sugar cane, and who grows food? ”

"Makes sense! In this way, this big fortune should be made by our barbarians? ”

Cui Gengzheng said: "This ghost master, let's make it clear, it is for our Eight Immortals Department to get rich, not for the barbarians to get rich." The Eight Immortals Department is the Eight Immortals Department, and the barbarians are the barbarians, not to be confused. ”

"It's not...... We didn't think of the secret recipe of the Ghost Lord Lu......" The barbarian said embarrassedly, "I mean...... Ghost Lord Lu can open a frosting workshop, our tribe only wants to sell you sugar cane. ”

Cui Geng squinted his eyes and said arrogantly: "Why should we buy it?" Wouldn't it be better to cut the sugar cane yourself? ”

"Uh...... Your tribe wants to protect the secret recipe, as long as you produce your own icing. This rough work of cutting sugar cane will be handed over to our tribe, and we can just give some money. Isn't this good for both of us? ”

Cui Geng's eyes lit up and said, "This is reasonable!" This ghost master, dare to ask your surname? ”

"A certain is Yang Quanfan of the Bodhisattva Department. Our tribe can produce 800 strong men, and we can cut sugar cane for your department, and you only need to give us a ...... for each sugar cane."

"Eh, come slowly! Slow down! Cui Geng shook his head again and again and interrupted: "I asked your name and surname, I just want to thank you for coming up with such a good idea." ”

As he spoke, he bowed deeply and said, "Thank you Ghost Lord Yang." ”

An ominous premonition surged into Yang Quanfan's heart, and he said cautiously: "The matter of selling sugarcane ......"

"Do you sell sugar cane...... Of course, there is no need for the Bodhisattva Division. ”

"Why?"

Cui Geng sighed and said, "Everything should be close to relatives, I say this, can Ghost Lord Yang understand?" ”

As he spoke, he pointed behind him and said, "Now that Cui is the ghost master of the thirty-seven departments, of course he wants to work for everyone's welfare." Case...... You see, even if the hundreds of people in our Eight Immortals Department do it all, they won't be able to consume much sugarcane, so they can only buy these thirty-six parts. ”

"The Heavenly Ghost Lord is wise!"

"My gong department is the only one who is the master of the heavenly ghosts!"

"My bronze drum department is loyal to the Heavenly Ghost Lord!"

"The Tiger Tribes swear to defend the Heavenly Ghost Lord to the death!"

……

Who said barbarians have few eyes? At least these ghost masters are extremely sensitive. As soon as Cui Geng's words came out, the thirty-six ghost masters fell to the ground on their knees, showing their loyalty.

Nonsense, the amount of sugar cane consumed by the entire Eight Immortals Department is limited. Even if you only buy from the thirty-sixth, it may not be your tribe's turn.

If you don't show your loyalty now, when will you wait?

Even, Dong Wanqing of the criticism department was anxious, grabbed Dong Xiaotian over, and whispered a few words in a low voice.

Poof!

Dong Xiaotian knelt on the ground, pulled his neck and shouted, "What thirty-seven Heavenly Ghost Lords!" You are clearly the Thirty-Eight Heavenly Ghost Lords! You are my mentor, but don't forget about us! ”

Cui Geng hesitated: "I admit the matter of apprenticeship, but ...... You're just the third son of the department, you can't be the master of such a big matter, right? ”

"He can't be the Lord, we do the Lord!"

Two young men dressed in batch costumes rushed forward, knelt on the ground with a "poof", and said in unison: "Disciple to meet the teacher!" ”