Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 1476: Making Salt, Brewing Wine, and Making Sugar

"Refined salt, top-grade official salt, limited supply this month, pre-order now..."

"Chenxiangfang has produced another fine spirit. Gentlemen passing by, come and have a taste... It's only one tael of silver per catty."

"Premium maltose, limited quantity, buy now while supplies last..."

Hearing the shouts from the street vendors, Chu Chen immediately thought of an opportunity to make money.

The business of refined salt can only be done secretly; it can't be done openly, so it can't be scaled up.

But this presents an opportunity for spirits.

Chu Chen followed the shouts and walked towards the Chenxiangfang wine shop. He found that the wine they brewed was the same as his father's, it was fermented wine, and there was no distillation technology, so the alcohol content was low.

He asked Fat Tiger to buy some to take back.

The maltose, or malt sugar, wasn't of very good quality, and Chu Chen remembered that.

To survive, Chu Chen had to find his own way. He couldn't use his spatial ability or his weapons. The only good thing was that he still remembered the martial arts that Jiu Mengzi and Mu Xueqin had taught him.

Therefore, if you want to become rich and live a stable life, you must rely on yourself.

After spinning around, Fat Tiger had a lot more miscellaneous things on his back.

The two did not linger and went straight back into the courtyard.

Then they took those things out and started studying them.

He currently only has a little over two hundred taels of silver, so he must raise money first in order to have more capital.

"Fat Tiger, you continue. Go and look for yellow stones around here, the same kind we had before."

“Niu Zi, you have to go out to the south and find a plant, a plant that tastes sweet when you bite into it.”

After saying that, Chu Chen gave Niu Zi fifty taels of silver.

Fifty taels of silver, if kept in Liexi Village, could feed one for a lifetime.

Holding the huge sum of money, Niu Zi looked at Chu Chen incredulously and said, "Brother Chen, isn't this too much?"

"Not many. If you find them, then encourage the locals to grow this stuff. Do you understand what I mean?"

"understand!"

As for planting things, Niu Zi said he had no problem with it.

But what does it mean to develop other races?

Seeing Niu Zi's puzzled expression, Chu Chen immediately began to teach him. After Chu Chen's explanation, Niu Zi nodded as if he understood but not quite.

Chu Chen wasn't in a hurry about this, because if he could find this ingredient, that would be fine; if not, he would simply give up on making white sugar.

The last one is brewing wine, which can only be done by myself.

Chu Chen's thinking was very clear: in this ancient era with an extremely large gap between the rich and the poor, money was basically controlled by the top 20% of the wealthy.

However, refined salt, white sugar, and spirits are things that the rich consume. Therefore, if you want to make more money, you must make money from the rich.

The next day, the three of them divided the work and headed in three different directions.

Chu Chen went for a walk outside, bought yeast for fermenting wine and some grains, and then went straight back to the courtyard.

After putting his things down, he went to a private kiln.

Then he took out a drawing he had made and handed it to the owner of the private kiln.

"Young master, do you mean you want to make these strange things?"

"That's right, is it possible to make it?"

"It can be made, but the price is higher than other things."

Without wasting any words, Chu Chen took out a five-tael silver ingot and handed it over.

"You can make them for me, I'll refund any overpayment and charge any underpayment, I need three sets."

The shopkeeper looked at the silver ingot in front of him and immediately beamed with joy: "Don't worry, young master. Although I don't know what you'll use it for, I'll definitely do it for you."

By the time Chu Chen returned from the private kiln, night had fallen.

Fat Tiger returned to the yard, carrying a bag of stones on his back.

"Thank you for your hard work, Fatty Tiger. I bought thirty meat buns from there. Eat them while they're hot."

Fat Tiger dropped the stone and pounced on the steamed buns, happily munching on them one after another.

Chu Chen shook his head and smiled, then went into his room and fell into a deep sleep.

However, while they were busy, a beautiful woman was listening to the report from her subordinates.

"You mean, he bought salt, wine, and sugar, and his two brothers went south and to the mountains respectively, and brought back a bag of things?"

"That's right, that's exactly what I saw."

The woman shook her head: "No need to follow him. He's just a lecherous drunkard. What a waste of those clothes."

The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

I had originally planned to visit the local specialty, Baekhwa-ro, during this trip to Seoul.

I never expected to be assigned such a chore. The chore itself is bad enough, but the worst part is that the guy just wanders around the streets doing nothing and does all sorts of weird things.

Now that the tracking has been lifted, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After leaving the woman's room, he went straight to the Baihualou brothel in Seoul.

Little did they know that this oversight gave Chu Chen the opportunity to grow.

The next morning, Chu Chen had Fatty Tiger rent an oxcart and headed straight into the mountains to quarry stones.

Meanwhile, he was at home, placing rock salt on a millstone to begin salt production.

Ten days later, Chu Chen looked at the thousands of pounds of refined salt piled up in the room and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Fat Tiger, you've worked hard these past few days. Once we sell the refined salt, I'll take you to see a girl who's even prettier than Aunt Zhang."

Fat Tiger chuckled as he munched on his steamed bun.

Actually, this little bit of work was nothing to him; he was driving an oxcart, so it wasn't tiring at all.

He followed Chu Chen out and was able to eat delicious meat buns every meal, and even lived in a brick house, things he never dared to imagine in his life.

Therefore, even though Chu Chen treated him like a beast of burden, he had no complaints.

"Brother Chen, with so much refined salt, if we get caught, we'll be beheaded!"

"Are you afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of? These past ten days have been the most comfortable days for Fatty Tiger. What's there to be afraid of? With Brother Chen by my side, everything will be fine."

Chu Chen didn't speak, but instead instructed him to pack the refined salt into sacks after he finished eating.

Then, following his directions, they hid themselves overnight.

Fat Tiger was very fast. By daybreak, he was back in the yard and, imitating Chu Chen, gave Chu Chen an OK sign.

Chu Chen grinned and began to put on his makeup.

An hour later, an old man with gray hair, a gray beard, and a face full of wrinkles appeared in front of Fat Tiger.

Fat Tiger was so frightened that he almost punched him.

"Young master, what happened to you?"

Chu Chen grinned, then walked towards the door with a bag of refined salt weighing about a pound in his hand: "Stay home and wait for me to come back."