Zhu Pingchuan led Zhu Ping'an out of the medicine hall. Looking back at the medicine hall, he still felt incredible, as if he was in a dream.
When the two returned to Zhu's father's stall and mentioned it to Zhu's father, Zhu's father was also shocked. It wasn't until he saw 120 coins lying in the basket on his back and the two silver coins in his younger son's pocket that he realized
Believe this ridiculous thing.
Father Zhu counted the copper coins and confirmed that the 120 coins were correct. He hurriedly wrapped it with a rag and put it in the basket, and then covered it with a bamboo strip.
"Be sure to pack the silver coins in your pocket." Father Zhu warned over and over again. In the eyes of farmers, two silver coins can be regarded as a lot of money.
"Yeah." Zhu Pingan nodded over and over again.
Looking at his little son, Zhu's father really didn't know what to say. This little son was so lucky. The wild flowers he picked by accident could actually be sold for money.
Zhu Ping'an looked at his father's street stall, and it seemed that he only sold about four or five items, and the others were not sold.
After staying for a while, I realized why my father couldn't sell anything.
Zhu's father really relies on fate when selling things. He doesn't bring any hawkers, nor does he take the initiative to solicit customers. He just waits for others to come over and come over.
In the past, before Zhu Pingan came here, he would set up a street stall at night to sell some socks, gloves, etc. to pay for his living expenses. The purpose of setting up a stall was to see who could tell, and it was not an exhibition. Besides, the exhibition had commentary.
"The delicacies of wild game are delicious and not expensive. They are fresh and beautiful. Don't miss them when you pass by..."
The childish voice is nice, and he is a lovable naughty boy, so he is quite attractive.
Zhu's father and eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan were both a little embarrassed, and both of them were a little embarrassed.
Zhu's father asked Zhu Ping'an how he could hawk.
Zhu Pingan answered naturally that he had heard someone shouting like this on the way to the medicine hall just now, so he learned to shout.
Children are at the age where they like to pick up on people's wisdom, so Father Zhu was relieved.
"The bamboo weaving is beautiful and easy to use. You won't suffer any loss after buying it, and you won't be deceived after using it." Zhu Ping'an looked at the people coming around, as if he saw countless money rushing in, and he became even more enthusiastic when selling.
People gradually gathered around, and Zhu's father naturally came over to say hello.
Of course, some people teased Zhu Pingan.
"Child, how good is your bamboo weaving?"
"Can your delicacies and game be used to make elixirs?"
“What if I buy it and get scammed?”
In response to these ridicules, Zhu Ping'an naturally used his child's strengths and responded childishly.
"very good."
"Salted eggs are pickled, not refined, and I don't know if they can be made. I've never seen my mother pickle salted duck eggs."
"If you are fooled, you can go to my house. My house is at the west end of Xiahe Village. My father's name is Zhu Shouyi."
It seems that the child revealed the family information without any thought, and people thought that it was a silly child, but at the same time, people were relieved a lot, I know your family, if the things are not good, I can go to you, so I am willing to buy things.
There are more.
Most people bought some bamboo weavings they needed at home, and some also bought a few small bamboo weavings to take back to comfort their children. However, no one cared about the delicacies and game, because most people were from poor families, and wild vegetables and bamboo shoots were kept at home.
They have eaten enough, and if they want to eat, they will go to the mountains to pick it, so no one cares about the delicacies of the mountains.
Zhu's father was busy collecting money on the side, and Zhu Pingchuan also helped people string up the bamboo weavings with straw ropes for easy portability.
Zhu Ping'an looked at it for a while and knew the approximate price. He was busy collecting money and delivering things to people.
Because, it's all money.
It didn’t take long for the bamboo weaving to be almost sold out. This was thanks to the fact that people liked to follow the trend. If it were normal, even if they shouted, they wouldn’t be able to sell so much so quickly.
The onlookers had almost left, and there was only a bamboo basket and a broom left on the stall. Of course, the delicacies and game were still not sold.
As for the rabbit skins, Zhu's father delivered them to the grocery store when he was about to leave. Zhu's father was also a regular customer of the grocery store. Although he didn't deliver much each time, he still went there every once in a while.
Just when I was worrying about how to sell the delicacies and game, someone unexpectedly came to ask for the price.
The visitor was the housekeeper of a large family in the town. The old lady in the family was about to celebrate her 60th birthday. The eldest lady was planning a birthday banquet and wanted to prepare some dishes that the family had not eaten much, so she gave the purchase to the housekeeper.
The housekeeper was wandering around the market twice but couldn't find it. He was worried when he suddenly heard a clear child's voice.
"The delicacies of wild game are delicious and not expensive. They are fresh and beautiful. Don't miss them when you pass by..."
The housekeeper wanted to buy it, but there were too many people buying bamboo woven fabrics, so he waited until people left before squeezing in.
"Brother, how do you sell this delicacy?" The steward stepped forward and asked.
Zhu's father had never sold these fungus, bamboo shoots, etc. before. He picked them all for himself to eat. This time he picked more, and the family life was tight, so his grandmother asked him to bring them to try.
Zhu's father didn't know the price for a while, but he just said, "They are all picked at home. If you like them, just give them some."
faint
Is this how business works?!
Zhu Ping'an almost knelt down in front of his father and let people watch him give in. Isn't this the rhythm of Xiang Xiang's compensation?
"Well, let's see. I think it's not easy for you, and I happen to need it. Counting these mountain mushrooms and bamboo shoots, I'll give you forty coins. I'll also pay for the bamboo basket to hold these.
Delicacies from the mountains and wild game." The housekeeper cleared his throat, and then said to Zhu's father with a smile.
Father Zhu thought the price was quite good, and his face moved slightly.
Zhu Pingan felt that this butler was cunning. It was obvious that he was surprised by these delicacies, but he only paid forty coins. If he sold them to a restaurant, the price would at least double.
Zhu Ping'an was afraid that Father Zhu would nod in agreement, so he interrupted at the side, acting like a child, thinking and saying that without much logic, "My father took my brother and I up the mountain for a whole day to collect such things.
Duo, do you know that in big mountains, there are bamboo shoots buried in the ground, and this fungus is on a very high tree, it’s very tiring.”
"Okay, let me add ten more coins." The housekeeper felt that this chubby child was a bit difficult to deal with. He glanced at Zhu's father sideways, thought about it in his mind and then said, "Buy these things in the town.
There are not many people here, so I came here to buy it because the host is having a birthday party. I will give you fifty cash for the delicacies and game. I will give you ten cash for the bamboo basket and the broom, so a total of sixty cash is okay.
, no more will be enough.”
Zhu's father found it so unbelievable that his youngest son just said a word, and the housekeeper added ten yuan and bought all the remaining bamboo weavings.
Okay, that's really okay, this is what Zhu's father thinks.
"Okay, okay." Father Zhu nodded repeatedly.
Although it was less than expected, Zhu's father nodded and Zhu Ping'an remained silent.