In the shop, Wei Zijun stopped by the sickle stall, looked at it and turned to ask the shopkeeper: "Is this kind of sickle here? Or is this the only one in your shop?"
"Go back to Madam, this is the kind of thing we have here. It seems that we all have this kind of thing in Mingli Country, right? Madam, have you seen other styles elsewhere?" the shopkeeper asked humbly.
I'm also curious in my heart. Sickle, this lady also has different opinions and gives some advice?
Wei Zijun thought about Qicheng. When he visited the farm tools store in Damacheng in the first month of this year, he noticed the problem with the farm tools. According to the idea that came to his mind, he told the store that there were only a few people there.
A shop has tried to customize the style she mentioned, but not many farmers have used it for the first time, so it has not been promoted yet, and it is normal that it has not been spread.
"Well, as the saying goes, there is a sickle in hand on the third day of the autumn harvest. Everyone has a sickle for the autumn harvest. The sickle is an indispensable agricultural tool for farmers. However, the style of the sickle should not be limited to this one. A long and short sickle like this is suitable for chopping beans and cutting beans.
However, if the stalk is longer, it is more suitable for harvesting wheat, corn, sorghum and other crops.
You see, if it is used to harvest forage, the handle should be longer so that the user can operate it independently. Wouldn't it be more labor-saving?" Wei Zijun said, taking a sickle and demonstrating.
After listening to this, the shopkeeper also reached out and picked up a sickle on the counter, imitating Wei Zijun's actions: "Huh? It seems true, but why has no one thought of this when people have been farming for generations?"
He was completely absorbed in listening to Wei Zijun's words, immersed in the virtual experiment, and completely ignored the scene that happened behind him the moment he picked up the sickle.
But the boy who brought the tea saw it. The moment the shopkeeper picked up the sickle, almost at the same time, behind the man next to the lady, the sharp-eyed follower drew most of the knife in his waist.
come out.
The clerk seemed to have seen that if the sickle in the shopkeeper's hand was even a little closer to the lady, the attendant's knife would immediately cut through her. Of course, he was not sure whether it was cutting off the shopkeeper's arm or head.
Fortunately, because of the scene he had just gone to the backyard to experience personally, the man who was already breaking out in a cold sweat did not drop the tea set in his hand just now.
The clerk could not guess the identity of this special guest. He only knew that his identity must be very special and special, and it must be higher than the status of the county government official. Because the county government official had never seen such a battle when he came out.
When I make tea, people are watching me for fear of poisoning, Emma, it’s so scary.
What puzzled him even more was how could this unusual guest, a female guest, be so knowledgeable and interested in farm tools?
Looking at her hand holding the sickle, it is more delicate than the owner's treasured mutton-fat jade. Looking at it, I worry about whether the burrs on the handle of the sickle have been cleanly removed so as not to pierce others.
"Shopkeeper, the tea is ready." The waiter calmed down and heard a tremble in his voice.
"Okay, I understand, ma'am. How about I sit down and have some tea first to moisten my throat before continuing?" the shopkeeper asked cautiously.
Wei Zijun nodded and put down the sickle in his hand. However, he did not sit down and drink tea immediately. Instead, he looked around and then walked to the table and sat down.
The tea is placed on a small square table with only one chair. In fact, when the shop owner has free time, he can sit and drink some cheap leaf tea.
At this time, after being frightened in front of him, the young man's mind became much more alert, and he quickly went to the back hall and brought a chair over without any instructions from the shopkeeper.
There were three chairs, but the shopkeeper hesitated for a moment but did not sit down: "Master and Madam, I really don't have a better tea reception, please forgive me."
"Well, Qingyajian? It's great to be able to drink this tea in a place like this." He Zexu picked it up, just smelled it, and then said the name of the tea.
This made the shopkeeper even more impressed: "Yes, yes, it's not Qingya Jian. I heard my boss said it, but I didn't think about it for a while."
Wei Zijun also took a few sips and moistened his throat: "Shopkeeper, I am really interested in farming and farm tools, so I couldn't help but say a few words just now. I didn't want to buy any farm tools. Please ask the shopkeeper.
Don’t be surprised.”
"What are you talking about, madam? What you said is like an expert who really understands it. The advice you just gave will allow our shop to make money, and it will also benefit more farmers. I am here to speak for you."
My boss, on behalf of the residents, I would like to thank you madam for your advice." After saying this, the shopkeeper straightened his clothes and bowed respectfully to Wei Zijun and his wife.
I want to find out where they are from. It may be an exaggeration to say that the boss will come to thank you, but at least let the boss and the residents who make the profit know who to thank!
However, looking at the posture of these two people and their entourage, the smart shopkeeper chose to give up this plan.
"The shopkeeper is so polite." Wei Zijun didn't say anything special.
The shopkeeper listened to her and even served her with the fine tea collected by his boss, which proved that he was not dealing with her perfunctorily, so she was quite happy.
After drinking a cup of tea, the couple got up and left. The shopkeeper and the waiter kept watching until they were far away, and they could no longer be seen before entering the shop.
"You look at the shop, I'll go to the blacksmith shop." The shopkeeper explained.
"Ah, so urgent? Go now?" the guy blurted out.
"What do you know? What if I forget what the lady told me after the delay? Isn't it a waste of people's kind advice?" After saying this, the shopkeeper rushed out of the shop excitedly.
The waiter curled his lips, turned his head and saw the teapot on the small table, then looked at the shopkeeper who was walking away, and quickly poured a cup to see how delicious the boss's ten taels of silver tea was.
When the tea cup was brought to my mouth, I suddenly thought that the tea cup was used by the lady. I quickly put it down, took out a bowl from the compartment, and poured a bowl to drink.
It’s not that I dislike the tea cup used by that lady, I just feel that using that lady’s tea cup is disrespectful and blasphemous to that lady.
Half the bowl went into my stomach, I smashed it in my mouth, and shook my head. Such an expensive tea didn't taste particularly delicious. It was almost the same as the leaf tea from the shopkeeper. Hey, I don't know what rich people think. It's expensive.
Is it a good thing? It’s just a trick of a tea seller!
Don't ask him how he knew it. His uncle made wine at home. The same wine came out of a vat and was poured into a better wine jar. The same yellow mud was used to seal the jar, but the ribbon tied to the jar was of a different texture and was tied with red silk.
The wine in a better wine jar will cost one tael more than the wine in an ugly wine jar tied with an ordinary red cloth strip.
Every time someone came to buy something, she would loudly remind her aunt not to bring the wrong wine to the guest, as the red silk wine is good wine.
Yes, wine-buying customers will believe it!
Humph, isn’t it just that people are stupid and have too much money!
The group of people who left the farm tool shop quickly wandered to the end of the street and stopped in front of a shop that made sesame seed cakes. After walking around for a while, they felt a little hungry. Wei Zijun invited everyone to eat sesame seed pancakes together.
The freshly baked sesame cakes are fragrant and crispy when you take a bite.
The owner of the sesame cake shop did not expect that this man, who was handsome and handsome, and the woman was as beautiful as a fairy, but her temperament was definitely not that of a woman from a businessman's house. However, he was so down-to-earth, standing by the stove, holding sesame cakes and eating them. In such a situation, he
I haven’t seen sesame cakes being sold here for many years.
Diagonally across from the shop is a tavern with several government servants and an elderly man inside.
"Sir, look, those people have unfamiliar faces. They don't look like ordinary people. Do you want me to go down and question them about their identities?" A yamen servant asked the old man in a low voice...