Chapter 26 Big Brother Yang Yong

  Those scholars were assigned tasks, and the name of the scholar was still spoken by Cen Yu'e. These were all scholars who had obtained honors, but had no way to make a living, so they followed Cen Yu'e to Yang's Martial Manor.

  As long as these people are of some use, then the five taels of silver will not be wasted. Now Yang Meng wants to solve the problem of packaging the poison.

  "If only there were plastic bags."

  It's obviously impossible, these legendary things, Yang Meng could only think about it, how to solve the packaging was also a big problem.

  Those scholars, once again surprised Yang Meng, but in just one or two hours, they brought out the drawings. Although a bit rough, they had a general framework, and various facilities were also taken into consideration. These people are really talented!

  "Alright, I'll do as you said! This village will be your future residence. The large framework is already built, and then you can build your own homes. Now, I have a problem that's hard to solve - how can we prevent moisture from affecting the talcum powder?"

  As soon as Yang Meng spoke, the scholars became even more excited. They took turns speaking, saying things that Yang Meng had never heard of before. But they spoke with a straight face, quoting classics and citing examples, so it seemed like they weren't lying. Why didn't the Qing dynasty utilize these people's abilities?

  "Alright! I'll bring out the goods, you design the packaging. Don't know what packaging is? It's a container for holding things, this thing of mine is a kind of snuff, expensive, just afraid of moisture and mold, you guys make a package, first, it has to be high-end, second, it has to be simple and low-cost to produce, this stuff is called Yunyan. Divided into several grades, the best products can use some luxurious packaging, but most need to use cheap and practical packaging, bring me something tomorrow."

  Yang Meng roughly told Yunyan about the situation and then let these scholars go to take care of their families. These people who walked with a wandering air knew quite a few things, if they could be used, it would be better to get more of such people.

  What is most important? Talent is most important! There are many things you want, the foundation must be solid, you have to openly and honestly sell poison, strength must be strong.

  The product is out and it's a whole 50 tons. This quantity is quite astonishing. Now Yang Meng's biggest worry is still the sales channel problem.

  He arrived at Wu Zhuang, and he couldn't help but walk towards Tang Mei's small courtyard. These days of non-stop busy work had left him somewhat tired. The little tune that Tang Mei hummed the other day kept echoing in his ears, and he wondered if she could sing a segment for him.

  This young woman has gone through that armed robbery, and these days she doesn't know what to do, quietly pushing open the courtyard door, this young woman is supporting her chin with her hand, wondering what she is thinking about!

  The beautiful and alluring flesh that inspired people's imagination was leaning against the back of the chair at an angle, revealing a young girl-like appearance that Yang Meng had never seen before.

  Nor did she know what she was thinking, the slight sound from the courtyard gate was also ignored, until Yang Meng walked in front of her, this one just let out a cry of surprise, and then it was red clouds all over her face.

  "What's on your mind, lost in thought like this? Is it a lover?"

  Teasing is everywhere, facing such a nymphomaniac, Yang Meng also lost his worries.

  "Just thinking of my lover, what's wrong?"

  A magnetic voice, as overbearing as her figure, had ruined a good dream for Tang Mei, who was now somewhat flustered.

  "Could it be thinking of Third Master?"

  Xiao Xiao's teasing didn't evoke any disgust from Tang Mei Yi, and Yang Meng continued to probe inch by inch.

  "What's the difference whether I want to or not?"

  The red cloud on her face became even more vibrant, and Yang Meng felt that Tang Mei was a bit short of breath, as if she were really thinking about him.

  "Recently been busy and a bit tired, if you want to, just sing a song for me to listen."

  The answer to Yang Meng was a melodious mountain song, with a rich and magnetic voice that plucked the strings of his heart. Although he couldn't understand the lyrics, he could feel the emotions in the singer's voice.

  "Grandpa is back! Grandpa is back!"

  Just as Yang Meng was infatuated, a harsh voice like a broken gong ruined his good mood.

  "Shut up, can't you die!"

  As soon as he heard that his elder brother had returned, Yang Meng also wanted to go and see him, but unfortunately the enticing singing voice was gone.

  "If Third Master wants to listen, I'll sing for you anytime!"

  In a word, Tang Mei's delicate face was again shrouded in red clouds, and Yang Meng, who had been enchanted by her beauty, touched her face and hastily retreated.

  "Coward..."

  He patted it, and his hands were full of meat fragrance! Yang Meng, with a proud smile, walked towards the gate of Wu Zhuang in eight steps. Before he reached the door, he saw a powerful man about his own height, but thinner than him.

  This guy looks okay, but his beard makes him look a bit more sinister. His build is slightly weaker than mine, but compared to others, he's definitely a sturdy man.

  "Old Three..."

  Who would have thought that this guy, upon seeing himself, muttered to himself and turned around to leave. This person was probably his own brother; the facial features were not much different from those of Old Yang Shi Qian. When brothers meet, they should naturally go up and pay their respects, so Yang Meng quickly walked up.

  "Old Three, I didn't buy the knife, it's just that there isn't a treasured sword of that weight, Big Brother can't do anything about it, don't hit me, Big Brother has just come home, how could you bear to hit me?"

  It's still far away! How can this guy be so cowardly?! Besides, I didn't even think of hitting him anyway!

  "Dad... Third Brother is hitting people..."

  Seeing the fierce old three, with an unstoppable look, Yang Jia's big brother Yang Yong, helplessly used his ultimate move, shouting "Dad!"

  "You should be afraid! When you were young, you didn't work hard to learn martial arts, and after learning a few superficial moves, you thought you were invincible. Meeting Old Three is a lesson for you. Your third brother has come to his senses and won't hit you, so just behave yourself!"

  Yang Shiqin's voice came at just the right time, neither too early nor too late, probably wanting to see the boss make a fool of himself.

  "Really?"

  Yang Yong's rough face showed a lot of confusion, and he was also really afraid of his third brother. If he were to take action, that would be a real fight, and with just this little thing in his hand, it wouldn't be a match for him.

  "Big brother!"

  Yang Meng's loud "Big Brother" was enough to put Yang Yong's mind at ease. Normally, with just one gesture from Old Three, he would have scurried forward, otherwise he would be beaten for nothing. The old master was formidable, and even he had his leg kicked off by Old Three.

  "Third brother!"

  Lao San's ferocity was too overwhelming, and Yang Yong called out "Third Brother" with some trepidation. Seeing that Yang Meng didn't have any extreme reaction, he then wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead.

  "Third brother, the heavy sword you wanted that weighs seventeen or eighteen catties is really not available for purchase. However, big brother has bought a good sword that weighs over seven catties for you. This cost one thousand silver eagles to buy, so just make do with it!"

  A ghost-headed knife over a meter long was taken down by Yang Yong from the horse, without a scabbard. The knife was wrapped in a piece of leather, and as soon as it was taken out, Yang Meng liked it.

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

  "Look!"

  Yang Yong swung the skin wrapped around the Ghost Head Knife onto the blade, and the skin broke off with a swing of the knife. This knife is absolutely a treasured sword.

  "Here you go!"

  Yang Meng took over the Ghost Head Knife, tried it out and found it very fitting, so he handed over the precious knife given by his father Yang Shi Qian to his elder brother.

  "Old Master's treasured sword is too biased!"

  Yang Yong ignored the old man's angry gestures beside him, grasping the treasured sword and refusing to let go. This sword was an extraordinary object, one that the old man had spent a great deal of money to acquire in years past; since Eldest Brother had given it to him, he couldn't allow it to be taken back.

  "Alright! Stop showing off, food is ready, let's eat and chat!"

  Still the old master took charge, with a single order, Ding Baojun led the horse team into the village, while Yang's three masters returned to the main courtyard, chatting all the way.

  As soon as this big brother returns, his sales route will be set, but it's unknown whether the Yang family horse team has any transactions with the foreigners. If they do, that would be even better.

  "Big brother, are we doing business with foreigners in Guangdong?"

  Yang Meng is also familiar with it. Since his father has recognized him, his elder brother must recognize him too.

  "Hmm! There are a few! However, most of them are our Qing people."

  Lao San asked questions and naturally didn't dare not answer. Lao San was able to speak, giving him a huge face, Yang Yong was still immersed in the majesty of his own third brother.

  "Are there imperial checkpoints on the road?"

  "Yes! And there are many of them. However, you can get through with some silver, and they usually don't inspect the goods. The biggest expense on this road is bribing the various checkpoints."

  Yang Yong has been following horse gangs around since he was in his teens. Now at 27, he's considered a veteran of the horse gangs.

  "If it's by ship, how many days will it take to get to Guangdong?"

  "It'll take more than half a month even if we spend a lot of money, what's the point of asking this, Old Three?"

  Yang Yong has only slowly come out from under the tyranny of his third brother, and Old Three's enlightenment is absolutely a great thing for him. As someone who is supposed to be a father, he can't let people beat him up anymore.

  "I have several tens of thousands of catties of snuff, and I want to sell it to foreigners."

  "Snuff! That stuff is best sold in the capital, where many people use snuff. Foreigners all sell snuff to the Qing dynasty, Indian snuff is everywhere in Guangdong. If you sell snuff to them, I'm afraid you won't make a lot of money."

  For trade routes and markets, Yang Yong is extremely familiar with them. Where to go, what goods to transport, these are all counted. If the goods you bring can't be sold, then wait for a loss!

  "This stuff can't be sold domestically, it can only be exported, that thing is made of opium."

  "What? Opium! How dare you touch this stuff, it's hard to get rid of and you're sticking your neck out to get more."

  When he heard that his own brother, the third son of the Yang family, wanted to engage in the opium trade, Yang Yong also lost his temper. He was different from his father, Yang Shiqin. In recent years, opium had been poisoning the Qing Dynasty, and as a member of the mounted escort agency, he knew this all too well.

  Opium traders gradually replaced other traders, and all over Guangdong were smuggled opium merchants. The smoke houses were repeatedly banned but still existed. Those weak opium ghosts were what Yang Yong hated the most.

  One by one, the opium ghosts sell sons and daughters, selling aunts, he has seen countless, even if the Yang family is poor to death, they cannot do this kind of business that loses conscience, this opium business, losing conscience until it reaches home, as long as Yang Yong is still alive, the Yang family cannot do this despicable business.

  "We only sell to the foreigners, they smuggle opium into Qing, I'll just refine it and send it back to them, what's wrong with that? Can't we just watch them sell opium to Qing nonstop? Can't we just watch as all of Qing becomes a den of opium addicts? For every catty I sell to the foreigners, Qing will have fewer people addicted to opium. The foreigners are playing a trick to destroy their own ancestors' graves, let's see who ends up digging whose ancestral grave in the end!"

  Yang Meng is very confident in his product, this sea snail is not the opium paste on the rifle, its addictive nature is much more severe than smoking, there is no substitute for detoxification, and it is extremely difficult to quit.

  "It's even less possible to sell it to the foreigners, their ships are strong and their cannons are powerful. If they find out, it will be a disaster for the Qing dynasty. In that one battle, over a thousand barbarians defeated tens of thousands of Qing soldiers, who fled in disarray. If they come seeking revenge, the Qing country will be destroyed, and we won't even have our homes left."

  The ferocity of the barbarians, Yang Yong had heard a lot about it. Several tens of thousands of Qing soldiers couldn't defeat over a thousand barbarians. If Eldest Third enraged the barbarians with opium and they sent a large army, wouldn't the Qing dynasty be finished?

  "It's easy to go home for a trip, what's the point of saying these things? First eat, after eating, you two slowly argue, I'll be the judge."

  Seeing the two brothers getting more and more heated in their argument, Yang Shiqin intervened to mediate, saying "What's right or wrong with family matters? What does the life or death of a foreigner have to do with the Yang family?"