Author: Feng Si Niang

Du Heng took the rare opportunity to smack his mouth, feeling the delicious fragrance and softness in his mouth.

The two lakes are indeed the province of a thousand lakes. Add fresh fish to the hot soup to make fish sauce, add rice noodles made from rice, sprinkle with chopped green onion, dried shrimps, pepper, radish...

Is there any breakfast more fresh and delicious than this?...

The bearded man moved very quickly, and the aroma and oil smoke soon overflowed.

Xue Feibai took advantage of the spoon and tasted it; then he used the same spoon to scoop up a large spoonful and stuffed it into Du Heng's mouth.

Du Heng frowned slightly, but he chewed it and swallowed it. It was really delicious.

But if it is very delicious, it is not that good. It is just a home-cooked recipe. If you want to develop more and more delicious recipes, you have to have a chef from the restaurant.

"It's really delicious! I'll have another bite!"

"Not bad, it will be even better with some chopped green onion~"

"Let me tell you, it still needs to be paired with fresh fish to make a soup base..."

"Go, go, what do you know? Let me tell you, beef stew!"

After everyone tasted it, everyone began to research new ways to eat it, showing great interest in it.

Then naturally someone asked: "Boss, this thing...oh, banana persimmon, how do you sell it? How much does it cost per kilogram?"

The bearded man shook his head pretending to be mysterious:

"This time, I have two principles. The first is not to sell to retail investors. If you want to buy, just buy this car!"

Second, what I want is not money, but barter! Which of you is the best to provide me with food of equal value, rice, flour, and oil are all acceptable!"

How could anyone do business like this? Not only did everyone think he was pretending, but Du Heng was also puzzled.

Pansimmons can be mass-produced, but they have just emerged as a vegetable and fruit. The price will certainly not be very low. They can be replaced with a large amount of rice, flour, grains and oils. What are they doing with so many of them? Are they not afraid of spoiling them?

Secondly, there is the issue of price. Even if you know that these persimmons are delicious, if you don’t know how to grow them, problems such as yield reduction, insect damage, and frost will ensue. Who dares to buy so many of them? What will you do if you lose your hands?

But to put it another way, as much risk as there is opportunity;

As long as we ensure that 80% of the persimmon seedlings here can produce the same yield as those for cooking, we will definitely make a profit and double our income.

I don’t know how much more I can earn than selling food.

The bearded man put his hands on his hips and smiled cheerfully:

"Xiao Ke is not afraid of offending fellow villagers, so he tells the truth:

I can’t stand the three melons and two jujubes in this guy’s pocket!

I can bring the persimmons from Folangji, and everyone knows that I won't bring the rice, flour, grains and oil back the same way?

Their country is surrounded by the sea, and the people don't make a living by farming like us, but go out to sea to fish and do business. They have money but are short of food. If I earn their money, I will make a huge profit, and I will definitely make a profit without losing anything!

"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone booed in unison; but it didn't cause much resentment because he was so honest.

But soon, everyone no longer felt that he was a real person.

There was a potbellied gentleman in the teahouse next to him, and he quickly went downstairs with the help of his entourage.

During these short few steps, he seemed to be enjoying the baptism of everyone's gaze, taking it calmly with his nostrils turned upward.

The entourage quickly set up a table and chairs, and the maid served tea.

It wasn't until the temperature of the tea became suitable that the gentleman took a leisurely sip and then spoke calmly:

"I am very interested in this persimmon, and I agree with what you said about 'bartering'. Let's just make a price!" He went straight to the point.

The bearded businessman was also unambiguous and directly offered the price: "One hundred stones!"

"Ahem!" The fat gentleman choked on his tea, "How much?!"

"One, one hundred, stones!" the bearded man repeated again.

Everyone onlookers also gasped - this guy has such a loud tone!

One hundred stones of grain equals one thousand dou, which must be a full twelve thousand kilograms! He really dared to ask for a price!

I can’t blame people for always saying, “Benevolence does not lead soldiers, justice does not carry out justice.” This guy is really evil!

"Haha..." The fat gentleman said nothing and just sneered.

The bearded man said with a smile:

“Since I dare to offer this price, I naturally have my reasons;

There are different varieties of persimmons in my car. You can price the two kinds of persimmons separately according to your personal taste: high price and higher price;

The collection of seeds is no different from ordinary fruits and vegetables, and persimmons are very easy to take care of. You can plant them as you like, and any vegetable farmer can do it;

The most important thing is that I still have many recipes for persimmons, whether they are eaten raw and cold, or stewed and juiced, as long as you contact the restaurant well, keeping them will be a very profitable business..."

Although the fat gentleman pretended to be immersed in tea and indifferent, Du Heng looked at his ears that were raised to avoid missing anything and his eyelids that were inadvertently raised, and he knew that he was definitely attracted.

Forget about him, if I had enough money to do business, I would definitely accept this deal.

"But one hundred stones is too much, let's say fifty..."

The bearded boss was a little disinterested, curled his lips, and silently protested the fat gentleman's bargaining:

"My lord, is there anyone who can bargain like you? Just cut me off?"

"Tch, you don't know how to flatter me. Why don't you ask who in this huge Jiangxia Town can digest your huge appetite?

Besides, if you say that you can make a lot of money, you can make a lot of money. How many steps does it take for a grain of grain to go through from planting to harvesting? How dare you guarantee that your hard work will guarantee a harvest despite drought and floods?"

The bearded man was quite unhappy and patted his chest angrily:

"How dare you do business without a word of 'letter'?! If this master is worried, I can ask my brother and housekeeper to travel around for me, and I can stay here until the first crop of fruits is harvested!"

"That hundred stones is too much..."

Du Heng knew that the two of them were about to start a long bargaining session.

The entourage of the fat gentleman dispersed the crowd of onlookers one after another so that they could not hear what they were saying, so that the two of them could whisper together.

Even so, the curiosity of the onlookers is hard to dispel:

They all stretched out their donkey ears to not miss the slightest bit, and they all wanted to get first-hand information on "how many stones were sold?"

Some even looked at the opening and closing lips of two people from a distance and tried to study lip language.

But at the end of the day, the two of them were about to sign a letter of agreement, and no one had yet figured out how much the deal would be like.

However, both parties looked happy and very satisfied.

Finally, the bearded man said in a loud voice, "I have something new here, please try it!..." Then he took out a long, pointed, curved, red headband with only the pedicle.

Green stuff...
Chapter completed!