He arranged tasks for those scholars, and the name of the scholar was revealed from Cen Yuying. These were all scholars who had achieved fame and had no way to survive, so he followed Cen Yuying to the Yang Family Wuzhuang.

As long as these people are useful, the five taels of silver will not be spent in vain. Now what Yang Meng wants to solve is the problem of drug packaging.

"That would be great if there were plastic bags."

Obviously this is impossible. Yang Meng can only think about these legendary things. How to solve the packaging is also a big problem.

The scholars surprised Yang Meng again. In just one or two hours, they took out the drawings. Although they were a bit rough, they had a rough attitude and considered various facilities. These people were all talents!

"Just do what you said! This farm is your future residence. The big framework is first prepared, and then you will build your own home. Now I have a problem that is difficult to solve. How to prevent moisture from things like talc powder?"

As soon as Yang Meng said this, the scholars became even more excited. Yang Meng had never heard of what they said, but what they said was serious and quoted from classics. It seems that it is not a lie. These people are so powerful, why didn’t the Qing Dynasty use it?

"This is it! I took out the things and you designed the packaging for me. I don't understand what the packaging is? It's the object that holds things. This thing is a kind of snuff, which is expensive, but it's afraid of dampness and mold. You can make a packaging. One is to be of grade, and the other is to make it simple and cost-effective. This thing is called Yunyan. It has been divided into several grades. The best products can be made with some expensive packaging, but most of them need to be cheap and practical packaging. Take out the things for me tomorrow."

Yang Meng roughly said Yunyan and asked these scholars to settle down and settle their families. These people who were walking flutteringly knew a lot. If they could use it, they should do more of such people.

What is the most important? Talent is the most important! You want a lot of things, the team must be solid, you must be honest and openly trafficking drugs, and your strength must be strong.

The product has come out, and it is a full fifty tons. This quantity is a bit amazing. What Yang Meng is most worried about now is the sales problem.

When he arrived in Wuzhuang, he couldn't help but walk towards Tang Meiyi's courtyard. He was very tired after working day and night these days. The little songs that Tang Meiyi hummed kept echoing in his ears that day. I wonder if she could let her sing a paragraph for herself.

After experiencing that armed robbery, the beauty was busy with something these days, so she quietly pushed open the gate of the courtyard. The beauty was supporting her jaw with her hands, and she was wondering what she was thinking!

The beautiful and imaginative body leaned obliquely on the back of the chair. It turned out to be the little daughter Yang Meng had never seen before.

I don’t know what she was thinking, but the slight sound from the courtyard gate was also ignored. When Yang Meng walked up to her, the person exclaimed, and then the red clouds were covered with beautiful faces.

"What I think is so trance, but Is it a lover?"

Teasing is everywhere, and Yang Meng has no worries when facing such a beauty.

"I'm just thinking about my lover, what's wrong?"

The magnetic voice was as domineering as her figure. Yang Meng was a little angry. Tang Meiyi was a little angry.

"But you are thinking about the Third Master?"

Seeing that the little teasing did not arouse Tang Meiyi's disgust, Yang Meng tried to get more and more tempted.

"So what if you want it? So what if you don't want it?"

The red clouds on his face became even more intense. Yang Meng felt that Tang Meiyi was a little short of breath. Could it be that she was really thinking about herself?

"I've been very busy lately and I'm a little tired. If I want to, I'll sing a song for me."

The answer to Yang Meng is a melodious mountain song, a melodious and magnetic voice that scratches Yang Meng's heartstrings. Although he can't understand the lyrics, he can feel the emotions in the song.

"The uncle is back! The uncle is back!"

Just when Yang Meng was fascinated by the sound, a broken gong-like sound disturbed his good mood.

"Damn it, can you die by whispering a little bit?"

When Yang Meng heard that his elder brother was back, he wanted to come over to meet him, but it was a pity that the tempting singing voice was heard.

"If the third master wants to listen, I will sing to you at any time!"

After saying this, Tang Meiyi's beauty was shrouded in red clouds again. Yang Meng, who was so beautiful and soulful, touched the beauty and then hurriedly escaped.

"No ghast..."

After touching her, her hands were full of flesh! The proud Yang Meng walked towards the gate of Wuzhuang with his eighth master's foot. Before he could reach the door, he saw a mighty man who was about the same head as him but had lost some weight.

This guy is pretty good, but his beard makes him look a little bit bandit-like. Although he is a little thinner than himself, he is definitely a strong man compared to others.

"The third brother..."

Unexpectedly, when this guy saw him, he muttered and turned around and left. This man was probably his elder brother. His face was not much different from that of my brother Yang Shiqin. He always had to go up to greet him when he met him, so Yang Meng quickly walked up.

"The third brother, I didn't buy a knife. I really don't have that weight. My brother can't do anything. Don't do it. Brother, but you just got home, do you have the heart to hit me?"

This is still far away! Why is this guy so cowardly? Besides, I didn’t want to hit him!

"Dad... the third brother beat someone..."

Seeing the aggressive third brother, Yang Yong, who looked unyielding, had no choice but to use his trick to call him father!

"You should be afraid! When I was a child, I didn't know how to study martial arts. After learning it for a while, I thought I was invincible in the world. Meeting the third brother is a lesson for you. Your third brother is enlightened and will not beat you. Stay honestly!"

Yang Shiqin's voice came just right. He didn't come early or late, and he probably wanted to see the boss behave in a bad mood.

"Really or not?"

Yang Yong showed a lot of doubts on his face, and he was really afraid of his third brother. He wanted to do something but it was really a fight. This thing in his hand was really no match.

"Brother!"

Yang Meng's big brother made Yang Yong completely relieved. In the past, the third brother had to move forward with a gesture, otherwise it would be useless to beat him. The old man was so powerful that he was kicked off by the third brother.

"Third brother!"

The third brother's power was too strong, and Yang Yong called out to his third brother a little nervously. Seeing that Yang Meng had no extreme reaction, he wiped away the cold sweat from his head.

"Third brother, you really can't buy the heavy knife of 17 or pounds you want, but at least my brother bought you a good knife of more than 7 pounds. This one was bought for a thousand Yingyangs, so you can just use it!"

A ghost-headed knife more than one meter long was taken off the horse by Yang Yong. There was no scabbard. The knife was wrapped in a leather piece and Yang Meng fell in love with it as soon as it was taken out.

The blade is smooth and bright, with a thickness of one centimeter on the back, and the entire blade is covered with cloud patterns.

"Look!"

Yang Yong waved the skin wrapped in the ghost-headed sword on the blade, and the skin broke with the knife. This sword was definitely a treasure sword.

"This is for you!"

Yang Meng took the ghost head knife and tried it very well. He handed over the precious sword given by me, Yang Shiqin, to his elder brother.

"The old man's sword is too partial!"

Yang Yong ignored the old man who was swaying on the side and grabbed the sword and refused to let go. This knife was an object of origin. The old man spent a lot of money to get it. Since the third brother gave it to him, he could not be taken back.

"Okay! Stop offering treasures, the food is ready, let's have a chat while eating."

It was still the old man who was on the court. With an order, Ding Baojun brought the horse gang into the village, while the three Yang family members spoke all the way and returned to the main courtyard.

As soon as this big brother came back, he had his own sales. He just didn't know if there was any deal with the Yang family horse gang and foreign devils. If there were any, it would be better.

"Brother, are we dealing with foreign devils in Guangdong?"

Yang Meng is also familiar with him. Since his father has recognized him, of course he has to recognize him.

"Well! There are a few! But most of them are from our Qing Dynasty."

The third brother asked, so he naturally didn't dare not answer. The third brother could speak because he gave him a great face. Yang Yong was still immersed in the power of his third brother.

"Is there a court checkpoint on the road?"

"Yes! And there are a lot, but you can get rid of it with some money. They usually don't check the goods. The biggest expense along the way is to pass on all levels."

Yang Yong has liked to run around with the horse gang since he was a teenager. He is 27 years old this year and is also considered a veteran of the horse gang.

"If you transport snuff, how many days will you be able to go to Guangdong?"

"It will take more than half a month to use more money. Third, what do you want to do?"

Until now, Yang Yong slowly emerged from the power of his third brother. It is definitely a great thing for him to be enlightened. He is a father at least, so he can no longer make people crawl around the ground.

"I have tens of thousands of pounds of snuff and want to sell it to foreign devils."

"Snuff! That thing is best sold to the capital. There are many people playing snuff there. Foreigners sell snuff to the Qing Dynasty. Indian snuffs are everywhere in Guangdong. If you sell snuff to them, you are afraid you won't make a lot of money."

Yang Yong is very familiar with the trade routes and markets. He has a lot of knowledge about where to go and what goods to sell. If you can’t sell the goods you bring, then wait and lose money!

"I can't sell this thing to China, I can only export it. That thing is made of opium."

"What? Opium! No matter how dare you touch this thing, you can't even throw it away. You stretch your neck and stick it up."

When he heard that his third brother wanted to do an opium business, Yang Yong also got angry. It was different from my son Yang Shiqin. In recent years, opium poisoning has become a vicious Qing Dynasty. He is the one who is the horse racing gang.

The opium caravan gradually replaced other caravans. There are commercial capitals smuggling opium in all parts of Guangdong, and tobacco restaurants are endless. Those thin opium ghosts are what Yang Yong hates the most.

He has seen countless opium sales, selling his daughters and wives. Even if the Yang family dies of poverty, they cannot do business that is depressed. This opium business is depressed and lost. As long as Yang Yong is still alive, the Yang family cannot do business that has no asshole.

"We only sell it to foreign devils. They sell opium to the Qing Dynasty. I refine it and send it back to them. What's wrong with this? Could it be that we can watch them and sell opium to the Qing Dynasty? Could it be that we can see that the Qing Dynasty is full of smokers? I sold it to the foreign devils a pound, and the Qing Dynasty only had fewer people who were addicted to opium. The foreign devils played this trick, and finally we had to see who dug up whose ancestral grave!"

Yang Meng is very confident in his products. This conch is not a tobacco paste on an opium gun. It is much more addictive than smoking cigarettes. It has no substitute to detoxify, so it is extremely difficult to quit.

"It's even worse to sell it to foreign devils. Their ships are strong and cannons are profitable. If they find out, the unlucky one will be the Qing Dynasty. In the battle, more than a thousand barbarians fought tens of thousands of people in the Qing Dynasty. If they come to take revenge, the Qing Dynasty will be destroyed and we will lose our family."

Yang Yong has heard of the greatness of the barbarians. Even tens of thousands of Qing soldiers could not defeat more than a thousand barbarians. If the third brother angered the barbarians because of opium, they sent a large army, wouldn’t the Qing Dynasty be finished just by saying it?

"I finally got home and why did you say this? Have a meal first, and after dinner, you two will slowly bicker and I will make a verdict for you."
Chapter completed!