He was familiar with Zheng Sanwang and had an old friendship with him. The young men in his village usually sold wild goods to him.

But this jar of pickles and radishes really surprised him.

Although it doesn’t look good and looks dark, it tastes so damn delicious.

Salty, sweet, crisp and refreshing, there are simply no words to describe it.

It's not that he has never eaten ordinary pickled vegetables, they are often eaten at the table.

The pain after the entrance was deeply memorable to him.

But Zheng Sanwang's dish has no bitterness, and is crispy and has a hint of sweetness.

Although he didn't know how they were made, he found a business opportunity.

After buying it at a high price of 300 copper coins, he told Zheng Sanwang how much he wanted, and today was the agreed delivery date.

He had been waiting in the Xuanji Drug Store early. Seeing that the sun was setting, he still didn't see Zheng Sanwang sending someone to deliver the goods.

Could it be that something happened on the road? The road has been uneasy recently. I heard that the thief Zhang Heihu was appearing along the way, robbing people who passed by.

If this was robbed, it would be a bad thing.

I had all the merchant ships vacated, and all the best mountain goods were taken overland. I was waiting for these pickles to arrive and be transported directly to Jinling, the capital.

When you get to the capital, you will definitely make a lot of money.

The tea in front of him had lost its color, and he was still adding hot water. He even ran to the toilet countless times, but he still didn't wait.

Qi Yuanyi, with a livid face, drank the tea in his cup in one gulp. The boy tried to give him a refill, but he slapped him away.

Damn, are you trying to hold me to death with water?

The boy looked at the shopkeeper with aggrieved expression, wondering in his heart, what on earth is wrong with this?

Suddenly, people outside yelled, "Mules are barking," and there was a chaos.

"Is Shopkeeper Qi here? I'm Dahu, and I'm here to bring you pickles."

Shopkeeper Qi jumped up from his chair and ran up to meet him, his eyebrows blooming with joy.

"My great nephew, I'm here. Let me inspect the goods quickly."

The lids of the jars of pickles were opened, and Qi Yuanyi grinned from ear to ear.

After inspection, there was no problem at all. It was even more delicious than the one Zheng Sanwang sent. If this was served with sesame oil, it would be a delicacy on the dining table of a high-class family.

I'm here in the capital. You nobles and nobles need me so much at your dining table, haha.

Zheng Dahu couldn't understand it. He said that the old shopkeeper, who usually had a gloomy face, acted like he owed money to everyone he met.

Why are you so kind to yourself? From the moment we met, the smile on your face never stopped.

He screamed like a good nephew, which made me feel embarrassed.

It seems that this rumor is not true! He looks like a kind person just because he makes money easily.

Five hundred taels of broken silver, and the remaining five hundred taels are bags of copper coins. This is not the swishy look in the rumors. The rumors really misled me.

After the delivery was completed, five hundred young men took the money and the reward from the county magistrate and rushed to Zhengjia Village overnight.

The county magistrate is really generous. I feel a little regretful thinking about the reward of ten copper coins. I wish I could have caught more gangsters.

Zheng Dahu looked at the carts of copper coins and felt happy and made a fortune.

The lights in the Zheng family courtyard were brightly lit, and everyone was eagerly awaiting the return of the young men.
Chapter completed!