Datang: My apprentice is Princess Changle

Chapter 11 The Birth of Cigarettes
Chapter 11 The birth of cigarettes
Here, Li Shimin entrusted Li Ke with a heavy responsibility and wanted to see his ability.

the other side.

That night.

Qin Mansion.

in the hall.

Qin Xiangshan and Luo Su were sitting at the dining table, and there were all kinds of delicacies on the table.

Face the food.

Russell let out a long sigh, his eyes were full of worry, and said, "Yang'er shut himself in the room when he came back. It's time for dinner, and he hasn't come out yet."

Hearing this, Qin Xiangshan smiled lightly, and put his hands on Luo Su's shoulders.

She comforted him softly: "Don't worry, I've asked my servants to call him. Our son is old, so we don't have to worry about anything anymore."

While the couple was talking.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall.

The first one to walk in was the servant girl of the Qin residence.

Behind the servant girl was the handsome Qin Yang in a white robe.

"Yang'er, we're all waiting for you, hurry up and take a seat."

As soon as Russell saw his son Qin Yang, his expression immediately changed, and he happily greeted Qin Yang to take a seat.

As soon as Qin Yang sat down, he looked at Qin Xiangshan and asked, "Dad, besides cloth, what other business does our family have?"

"In addition to the cloth business, there are some shops and a pastry shop in the east of the city."

As Qin Xiangshan spoke, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked at Qin Yang and asked doubtfully, "Why do you ask this? Don't you always leave my business alone?"

Qin Yang smiled.

"Do you want to take over the business?"

A gleam of joy flashed in Qin Xiangshan's eyes. Qin Yang was the only one under his lap, and he had always hoped that Qin Yang could take over the Qin family's business from him.

Now that Qin Yang mentioned this, Qin Xiangshan couldn't help but feel happy.

"Taking over is out of the question."

Qin Yang shook his head, took out a cigarette from his cuff, and said, "Our family can do one more business."

"What is this?"

Qin Xiangshan looked at the cigarette in Qin Yang's hand with a puzzled expression on his face. Even though he had been in business for more than ten years and traveled all over the world, he had never seen anything in his son Qin Yang's hand.

"cigarette."

Qin Yang asked the servant girl to bring a candle, lit the cigarette, and took a deep puff.

Who would have thought that in Datang, he was the first to discover cigarettes, and he was also the first to smoke them.

"cigarette?"

Qin Xiangshan was even more confused.

Russell on the side was equally puzzled.

Seeing this, Qin Yang began to explain to the couple how to use cigarettes.

After speaking, he handed Qin Xiangshan one.

"Can this stuff relieve headaches?"

Qin Xiangshan took the cigarette, obviously a little disbelieving, seeing Qin Yang swallowing clouds and mist happily, he felt itchy for a moment, so he also lit a cigarette, imitating Qin Yang's appearance, and started smoking.

Cough cough--

After taking the first puff, Qin Xiangshan choked and coughed, tears streaming down his face.

But then a second sip, and a third sip.

Qin Xiangshan felt a different feeling.

That feeling is so wonderful, like sitting on a cloud, which makes people feel a little drifting.

Qin Xiangshan is a businessman.

There are dozens of people in the Qin family and Nuo's large family business has to be supported and managed by him, which naturally puts a lot of pressure on him.

Cigarettes, just can reduce stress.

Qin Xiangshan smoked a whole cigarette. Not only did he not feel uncomfortable, but he felt more energetic.

"Amazing, amazing."

Qin Xiangshan clicked his tongue miraculously, and immediately looked at Qin Yang, beaming with joy, and said, "Quickly tell my father how this thing is made."

With the keen sense of 'smell' of a businessman.

Qin Xiangshan can conclude that once cigarettes appear in the market, they will definitely become items that everyone rushes to buy.

"Father, you can rest assured, I am the only one in the world who can make this thing."

Seeing Qin Xiangshan's excited face, Qin Yang said slowly, "From now on, cigarettes will be the exclusive industry of my Qin family, and no one can get involved."

"You are the only one who can make it?"

Qin Xiangshan was stunned. How many tricks did his son have?
The first is a portrait of Princess Changle.

Now we have cigarettes.

"Yes."

Qin Yang nodded.

Qin Xiangshan calmed down his excitement and asked: "Then how do you plan to sell this thing? What is the price?"

"One piece of five taels of silver, starting at five pieces, and each person is limited to buying twenty pieces per day."

Qin Yang said.

The reason why he marked the price so high.

On the one hand, rare things are expensive.

Like pepper, in this day and age, like gold.

If cigarettes want to achieve the same value, they must mark the price higher. In this way, many ordinary people who have no spending power can be screened out.

Thus it spread only among the elite circles.

on the other hand.

High prices can control the market.

Looking around the world, Qin Yang is the only one who knows how to make cigarettes and knows how to make tobacco leaves.

This is his magic weapon to make money.

Naturally it will not be revealed.

Moreover, he is limited in making cigarettes by himself, so he doesn't have to be too tired to raise the price.

"Fifty taels of silver a piece?"

"Will it be too expensive?"

Qin Xiangshan frowned, five taels of silver a piece, the price is really too expensive, ordinary people can't afford it.

"Father, don't worry, just sell it according to my price."

Qin Yang didn't explain too much. After all, his thinking was too advanced and it would be too troublesome to explain to Qin Xiangshan. Qin Yang was a person who was afraid of trouble, so if he could simplify it, he would try to simplify it as much as possible.

"Ok."

Qin Xiangshan nodded and did not ask any further questions.

After all, Qin Yang's performance during this period has exceeded his cognition.

There is a certain reason for Qin Yang to do so.

That night, Qin Yang gave Qin Xiangshan fifty cigarettes and kept some for himself.

The next day.

It was just dawn.

A knock on the door woke Qin Yang who was sleeping soundly.

Qin Yang was a little annoyed, put on his clothes, and opened the door only to find that standing at the door was Wu Wang Li Ke.

At this moment, Li Ke looked depressed.

"what happened?"

Qin Yang rubbed his eyes.

"Father suffered from a headache again last night. After the imperial doctor treated the disease, he was helpless."

Li Ke said and sighed.

He does not mean that.

Qin Yang's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Headache? Is it an old problem?"

Facing Qin Yang's question, Li Ke nodded and replied truthfully: "Ever since my father ascended the throne, I have had headaches for many years."

These words just confirmed Qin Yang's guess.

"How about you let me enter the palace and show it to Your Majesty?"

Qin Yang offered to see a doctor for Li Shimin.

"Sir, do you know medical skills?"

Li Ke was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of disbelief.

He only knew that Qin Yang was extremely intelligent, and that his single-handed painting was superb, but he didn't expect that he could even have medical skills?
Moreover, judging from Qin Yang's confident expression, it didn't look like he was lying.

"A little bit."

Qin Yang smiled modestly.

If others say they understand a little bit, they probably really do.

But Qin Yang said that he understood a little, and in Li Ke's eyes, it was modest.

Immediately.

Li Ke took Qin Yang out of the Qin Mansion and went to the palace.

Daming Palace.

Li Shimin leaned against the edge of the bed.

Beside her was Queen Changsun who came after hearing the news.

Seeing Li Shimin, who was tormented by headache and turned pale, Empress Changsun felt heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)