Chapter 382: Returning Home, Making Mooncakes_2
More than one person had crunched these numbers, and as Zhao Mu watched Mo Yan biting into a sweet apple, he only felt an intense dryness in his throat, "Boss, once this wine is brewed, how much do you plan to sell it for per catty?"
Mo Yan swallowed the apple in her mouth and thought for a moment before saying, "Considering such high costs and the amount of manpower needed, each catty will have to be sold for at least three taels of silver, right? For wines without a vintage, it shouldn't be sold for less than ten taels of silver."
She hadn't given much thought to the pricing yet, as it would depend on the quality of the wine produced. If it turned out well and became an instant hit, people would buy it regardless of a high price. Of course, even if the wine wasn't good, she would make it better. In any case, she couldn't set the price too low, or it would be difficult to raise it later after producing some high-quality wines.