"Xiaoshan, you take good care of the stall here. If you can sell the remaining items, forget about it. In short, you can't just lower the price just because you want to buy something, you know?"
After exchanging pleasantries with Zhang Changgui and agreeing to cooperate next time, Yun Lin turned around and asked Yun Shan to come.
He is obsessed with money. He would rather throw things into his hands and not sell them than let Yunshan lower the price. It's not that Yunlin doesn't know how to adapt. It's not wrong to be in his position.
Weaving a bamboo product seems simple, but it takes time and effort. The finished product can’t be sold for much. If the price is reduced, why waste that time? Although most of them are woven in the evening when they have free time.
Yes, but wouldn’t it be good to plant more crops in the dark at that time?
"Dad, I know," Yunshan said, patting his chest.
Nodding, Yunlin said: "Well, I'll meet you when I'm done. Don't run around."
With that said, he picked up Yunjing, picked up a large bamboo tube that he kept close to his body, and prepared to leave.
After all, they had collaborated before. Out of politeness, Yunlin still greeted Zhang Changgui beside him and said, "Brother Changgui, you are busy first."
"Uncle Yun, if you can, just call me Xiaogui. If you have anything to do, go ahead and get busy." Zhang Changgui hurriedly waved his hand.
Having seen Yun Jing's methods before, even if he was dealing with Yun Jing, a two-year-old baby, he was now on the same level as Yun Jing, so how could he dare to be called brother by Yun Lin.
It's not that Zhang Changgui turned into Yunjing's licking dog so quickly. It's just so realistic in many cases. People with ability can always make people look up to them, isn't it? This situation has nothing to do with age.
"Okay, I'll leave first." Yun Lin didn't hesitate too much, nodded and left with Yun Jing.
After Yun Lin and Yun Jing walked away, Zhang Changgui touched the banging pestle and said to Yun Shan, who was staring at passers-by and expecting someone to come and buy something: "Brother Yun, your child is really smart. He will definitely have something when he grows up."
"As a result"
"No, my little Jing has been very well-behaved since he was little." When someone praised Yun Jing, Yun Shan immediately grinned and responded happily.
Nodding, Zhang Changgui said in a complicated tone: "It's really enviable to have such a child."
"Hey, you can just let your wife have a baby. By the way, brother Changgui, are you married?" Yunshan said with a smile and a wink.
Zhang Changgui nodded and said: "We are married, but my wife is not pregnant yet."
"Then you have to work hard tonight," Yunshan said with an expression that all men understand.
Scratching his head, Zhang Changgui said with a blushing face: "I'm working hard, I'm working hard. If my child is half as smart as your Yunjing in the future, I will burn incense."
"Children, aren't they all the same?" Yunshan asked doubtfully.
Zhang Changgui smiled and said nothing. Although they were talking about Yunjing, the two parties were not talking about the same thing at all.
Zhang Changgui was right about one thing. He would be so happy that his child would be half as smart as Yun Jing. After living in the town for so many years, he had never seen any child smarter than Yun Jing, especially Yun Jing.
It was an inexplicable feeling that among the tens of thousands of people in the entire town, not one person could be found.
Suddenly, an idea appeared in Zhang Changgui's mind. If his wife gave birth to a daughter in the future, could she...
As soon as this idea appeared, Zhang Changgui himself was startled, and subconsciously denied himself: "It won't work, it won't work. Yun Jing has already shown his excellence. Although he doesn't want to admit it, it is undeniable that he has always been like this."
If you are smart, the daughter of a family like me in the future will not be worthy..."
"Boss, boss, what are you mumbling about? Sometimes you shake your head and sometimes feel frustrated. Are you going to sell this toilet chip?"
A customer in front of Zhang Changgui's stall shouted when he saw that he was ignoring her.
"Sell, sell, how much do you want?"
Distracted by this, Zhang Changgui stopped thinking so much. The business at the moment was urgent...
This time Yunlin Yunshan came to town. In addition to selling bamboo products, he also had a more important thing to do, which was to sell the maltose he had made some time ago and turn it into cash.
To be honest, even though those bamboo products are insignificant compared to luxury goods like sugar, they still worry about the bamboo business first, just because that is their area of expertise. They have never been involved in something like sugar, and they have no idea about it.
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This is the case for poor people from small households in the countryside. They must first stabilize their areas of expertise before thinking about other things. This is not prudent, but a duty.
Yunjing had observed earlier that every place in the town sells everything, and unwritten rules have been formed over the years, and luxury goods such as sugar should not appear in the area where bamboo weaving is sold.
There were almost no wealthy or wealthy people in that place, so it would be useless to take it out. It is estimated that no one could afford it.
Yun Lin had already planned it. After setting up the stall, he asked Yun Shan to guard it while he went to sell sugar. The business there was so good that he was delayed. He would not sell it now.
If so, I guess there won’t be enough time today.
After walking with Yunjing through the streets for ten or twenty minutes, Yunlin led him to another street.
When he came here, Yun Jing took a quick look and nodded secretly, thinking that this was somewhat in line with his inner imagination of ancient towns.
Compared to the noisy street before, there are undoubtedly much fewer people here. At the same time, the street is also much cleaner and tidier, at least there is no urine and feces everywhere.
Moreover, the people on this street are much more elegantly dressed, and it is rare to see people wearing patched clothes.
When they came here, Yun Lin and his grandson seemed a little out of place.
Most of the streets here are lined with teahouses, restaurants and inns, as well as Buzhuang rouge and gouache jewelry stores, bookstores and shops selling the four treasures of the study. Even the town's government offices are on this street...
Whether you admit it or not, to sum it up in one sentence, there is no need for poor people to come to this street.
Because coming here will make you feel inferior to a dwarf for no reason.
No, after Yunlin came here, he subconsciously became restrained, even though no one did anything to him.
After walking on the street for a while and looking around, Yunlin saw a vendor selling sugar. He thought about it and walked over, then stopped more than ten meters away from him. Finally, he squatted on the side of the street and put a big box of maltose in it.
The trumpet bamboo tube was placed in front of him.
Just wait for the business to come to you.
As an honest farmer from Badajiao, Yunlin was cautious about coming to this street, and Yunlin even lacked the courage to shout.
Yun Jing stayed by Yun Lin's side obediently, looking around casually, without Yun Lin's feeling of constraint at all.
This was of course nothing to Yunjing. In his previous life, he always went to shopping malls and used air conditioners with a dime in his pocket. Anyway, as long as he was not embarrassed, others would be embarrassed.
While looking around, Yunjing paid attention to the sugar vendor not far away. What he bought was cube sugar, which is sucrose, also known as brown sugar.
The candy was in the form of brown lumps and was piled in the shape of a pagoda on the table by the vendor.
Being in the business of luxury goods like sugar, the sugar vendor was naturally well-dressed. The old man was sitting under a big umbrella, and from time to time he spoke to chase away some children who were staring at his stall with saliva.
In this social context, sugar is truly considered a luxury product. Even pedestrians on this street would hesitate to buy it after looking at the candy bars for a while. Unless they really have a lot of money, otherwise, just for the sake of a little talk.
No one is willing to pay that big price if they are serious.
Noticing this, Yunjing looked at his grandfather again and secretly thought that he might be a little hung up on selling the maltose for money. Although the stuff was good, someone still had to buy it...
