Shopkeeper Zhou was naturally not very happy, but when he looked at the little girl in front of him, he couldn't get angry again for some reason.
The Zhao girl was so young and still looked so thin. When she looked up at him, there was only pure sincerity in her eyes.
Who can blame such a child?
She is nothing more than a treasure of her own.
"Taixinglou always buys flour from me," Shopkeeper Zhou said. "I can tell at a glance whether the flour is good or not."
Zhao Luoyang said: "Don't be angry, shopkeeper, I just think it's a bit dark here and I'm afraid I can't see the benefits of my flour clearly."
Shopkeeper Zhou said: "I think the flour doesn't need a lamp."
After saying this, shopkeeper Zhou suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask where the flour came from.
However, since we have to look at it, this question is not important.
When Zhao Luoyang heard this, he pursed his lips, and as if he had made a lot of determination, he untied the basket he was carrying on his back, and then carefully took out the clay pot.
Zhao Yuanrang looked at Sister's appearance, licked his lips subconsciously, and reached out to protect the basket behind him. He knew before that these flours were very valuable, but now... with Sister's actions, he felt that the flour seemed
More important than his life.
Zhao Luoyang looked at Shopkeeper Zhou and said, "Shopkeeper, could you please bring me something? I'll pour out some flour."
The little girl's requests came one after another.
Shopkeeper Zhou had already rolled up his sleeves and was about to open the pot to take a look, but now he had to stop.
"My father said that this is something to eat, so you must be careful not to let a single grain of sand fly into it, let alone get it dirty, especially..." Zhao Luoyang said, "These are for noble people to eat."
What the little girl said is irrefutable.
Shopkeeper Zhou told the waiter on the side: "Go get the household items."
After a while, the waiter handed over a clean bamboo bowl, and Zhao Luoyang opened the clay pot, took out some flour, and handed it to shopkeeper Zhou.
Shopkeeper Zhou looked at the flour in the bowl carefully and twisted it with his hands.
This is the first time that Zhao Luoyang shows things exchanged in the system to others for inspection. You must know that these things do not belong to this world. Will knowledgeable people notice the difference?
Although Zhao Luoyang had mixed the two flours together in advance, he was not sure he could hide it from Shopkeeper Zhou.
The room was silent for a moment, and even Shopkeeper Wang next to him was a little curious. Shopkeeper Zhou said that he could tell the difference between good and bad at a glance. This was more than just a glance. Is there really any difference in this flour?
When Shopkeeper Zhou finally raised his head, Shopkeeper Wang subconsciously wanted to ask, but he heard Shopkeeper Zhou hurriedly say: "Lamps, please bring a few more lamps."
The guy responded.
Shopkeeper Zhou's eyes were full of surprise. When the waiter brought the lamp, his eyes still did not move away from the flour.
This flour is different, too fine.
Shopkeeper Zhou knew this clearly in his heart, and he had to see more clearly what was different about it.
Shopkeeper Zhou had long forgotten that when the little girl from the Zhao family disliked the place being too dark, he said he didn't need a light.
"not bright."
The three lamps were placed there, but shopkeeper Zhou was still dissatisfied. He quickly walked out of the restaurant door with a noodle bowl and stood in the sun.
This time I was finally able to take a closer look.
The flour was not only fine, but also whiter than what they usually used. Shopkeeper Wang put a little bit of flour he pinched with his fingers into his mouth.
The aroma of wheat spreads in your mouth.
It was definitely flour, not mixed with anything else. He was sure that this kind of flour could be harvested.
Shopkeeper Zhou turned to Zhao Luoyang and said, "Where does this flour come from?"
Zhao Luoyang said directly: "Some are ground at home, and some are collected from Qianjia Village."
Shopkeeper Zhou was surprised again. The flour in his hand did not come from the same place, so how could he ask? But he knew that Qianjiacun would not be able to grind such fine flour.
"Do you grind it at home?" Shopkeeper Zhou asked, "How do you grind it?"
Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "My father said not to tell anyone. Our whole family will depend on it in the future. You must ask, and our whole family can only say that we don't know."
After Zhao Luoyang finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Yuanrang, who nodded subconsciously. Sister A was right, they really didn't know.
Shi Jiu couldn't help but smile in his mind. Naturally, the whole Zhao family couldn't tell the origin of the flour, so even if they told the truth, it would still be a lie, and the lie would become the truth.
This system is really suitable for Zhao Luoyang. If you put it in the hands of others, the flaws will be exposed at any time, but Zhao Luoyang can hide them without any flaws.
An idea suddenly came to Shi Jiu, which seemed to stem from his previous knowledge.
She is always like this, she always lies when she opens her mouth, and there is no half-truth.
When he thought of these, Shi Jiu felt a faint anger in his chest. After a moment, he came back to his senses and frowned slightly. Where did his thoughts come from?
Before Shopkeeper Zhou spoke, Zhao Luoyang continued: "There must be many ways to cook the food in Taixinglou that no one should know."
Shopkeeper Zhou subconsciously agreed.
Yeah, who doesn't have some secrets yet, especially these things.
The relocated people have to leave their hometowns, and this has become their reliance on settling down.
Shopkeeper Zhou wanted Taixinglou to always use this kind of flour, but it seems impossible now.
It's a pity that you can't buy flour grinding recipes, but it's just a pity, because in a big place like Jingzhao Mansion, you can buy similar flour, but the distance is longer.
Shopkeeper Zhou asked: "How much do you want to sell?"
Zhao Luoyang did not answer but asked: "Shopkeeper, how much can you give me?"
It seems that the Zhao girl is afraid that the price he gives is too low.
This little girl still has some thoughts, but she reveals them too easily in front of others, making her appear very immature.
"If all your flour looks like this," Shopkeeper Zhou pondered for a moment, "I can give you ninety-five cents per pound."
Ninety-five cents? Zhao Yuanrang knew that the flour her sister bought from Qianjiacun cost eighty cents per pound.
In this way, you can earn fifteen cents for just one pound of free money?
How much flour did my sister buy from Qianjiacun? When my sister bought the flour, she carried it on her own without asking anyone for help. Then she got dizzy on the way and my father took it, so Zhao Yuanrang didn’t know the truth at all.
Even if it was only ten kilograms, they still made a hundred and fifty cash.
Zhao Yuanrang thinks it’s wrong, making money by pouring left hand into right hand? Sister said that she mixed her own flour into it, is it possible that their family really has good flour?
It didn't seem like Sister A was lying just now, but why had he never heard of his father?
Zhao Luoyang did not reply immediately, but stretched out her hand to calculate. After a while, she shook her head, as if thinking to herself: "No, it may not be sold. At ninety-five cents, we can't afford the livestock."
It looked so serious... Shi Jiu didn't know what to say. It would be strange if the people around him didn't fall for it.
"What did you say?" Shopkeeper Zhou said this and immediately understood that these children were selling flour to collect money to buy livestock.
That's why Shopkeeper Wang is here too.
At present, livestock prices are expensive. Horses and mules cost more than 100 guan, and the cheapest donkey costs about 45 guan. It is obvious that these people who moved here do not have enough money on hand, so they are willing to sell flour.
I don’t know how far I have to carry such good flour.
"Can the shopkeeper give you more?" Zhao Luoyang said, "We need at least one hundred and twenty cents per catty before we can do it."
One hundred and twenty texts?
Isn't this a bit high? Even shopkeeper Wang couldn't help but glance at Zhao Luoyang this time. He was afraid that Taixing House would simply refuse to accept the price.
Zhao Luoyang didn't think much about it. Who doesn't want to sell things more expensively? What's wrong with the price? What if Taixing Lou has other plans and thinks it's okay to spend more money.
If the price is higher, it can still be negotiated. If it is cheaper, it will be too late to regret.
Taixing Tower does have other plans.
Recently, they have just made new pastries and want to deliver them to the homes of wealthy people in the city. However, it is difficult to buy good flour this year. Their man went to Jingzhao Mansion to buy noodles and has not returned yet.
If they could buy some good flour now, they could make the pastries a few days earlier. In their fight with Derun Village, naturally the sooner they act, the better.
New pastries have opened up the situation, and good flour has been purchased.
It is precisely because of this that Shopkeeper Zhou was so moved when he saw the flour.
But one hundred and twenty cents is indeed a bit high.
"How about one hundred and ten cents? One hundred and eight, no... no, one hundred and nine can't be less."
Zhao Luoyang said as he went to see Shopkeeper Zhou.
"Shopkeeper, I don't want more," Zhao Luoyang said, "Just one hundred and nine!"
It seems that one hundred and nine cents is the lowest price. Shopkeeper Zhou looked at Zhao Luoyang. The little girl's eyes were a little red. The two brothers beside him seemed to have their arms shaking slightly and looked at him blankly.
My sister's words, I'm afraid my words are too low.
One hundred and nine, he can accept it.
The huge Taixing Building is not short of this money. Besides, if this thing goes well, Taixing Building will gain more than just these coins?
"Just one hundred and ten cents per catty," Shopkeeper Zhou said, "I want as much as you have."