The Princess of Northern Land

"Making liquor requires grain, and although the Northern Land can grow grain, there is a lack of manpower to do so," Si Jinhan began in a tone that seemed to pour a basin of cold water on her aspirations. "Miss, it’s best not to be overly imaginative."

Luo Heng and Situ Gong exchanged bewildered glances upon hearing this.

What Si Jinhan voiced was also their concern.

Grain is the lifeblood of a nation, and if too much of it is used for brewing liquor, the pressure on the Northern Land would be immense. After all, even though the Northern Land is able to produce crops like wheat and rice, it can only do so once a year, which can’t compare to the bi-annual or even tri-annual harvests in the south. The yield difference is far from negligible.

"While the Northern Land lacks manpower, we have an abundance of land," Lin Ziyin explained with a smile, aware that they were all worried she might use up the grain for her business endeavors. "Of course, the yield of fine liquor definitely won’t be high. We will sell quality, not quantity."

Everyone understood her point upon her explanation.

Just like sesame oil and soy sauce, the future of white liquor lies in the high-end market, possibly even finding its way into the courts of all nations.

The men present, born into aristocracy, understand the concept of luxury consumption much better than ordinary people. As long as the quality is guaranteed, the Northern land may end up earning more silver by selling a hundred jars of liquor a year than other wineries do from their annual harvest.

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The most important thing is that Lin Ziyin exercises restraint.

This is good! In the future, they will have fine liquor to drink and silver to earn. Truly a good deal!