Siheyuan: After being robbed of her marriage, she married Zheng Juan backhandedly

Chickens, ducks, geese, and their eggs are the main ones, and there are also tangerine peels and tea leaves that have been stored in the small black house for seven or eight days.

He also specially made a large wooden board and wrote the price of the goods on it, which was a quarter lower than the market price.

The reason for doing this is to raise enough money as soon as possible for small profits but quick turnover.

Anyway, there are a lot of things in the system, and he is worried that he has no place to deal with them.

The board quickly attracted some people. Those who could read began to ask why Cheng Zhiguo sold it so cheaply, and those who could not read asked each other about the situation.

"I'm short of money, so I'm in a hurry to make a move." Cheng Zhiguo responded.

There is nothing wrong with this reason. The person who asked the question checked the condition of the chickens and ducks again. Seeing that they were very lively and did not look like they were sick, they paid for them and started to buy them.

It was as if a breach had been opened in the embankment, and others followed suit.

It didn't take long for the poultry and eggs to be sold out, but the tea and tangerine peel didn't move much.

Cheng Zhiguo closed the stall and pretended to go home to pick up his things. Half an hour later, he set up his stall again, and there were twice as many goods on the stall.

It didn't take long for the goods to be robbed again.

After going back and forth five or six times, the chicken and duck could no longer be sold.

He knew that the market was saturated, and there were only so many people in the entire black market, even if everyone bought a copy, it should be enough.

Counting the money, it is less than two hundred, which is far from it.

Cheng Zhiguo was not in a hurry, it was just the beginning, and those who had status or prudence could not come to this point.

These people are his target.

Sure enough, around eleven o'clock, there were no vendors selling small goods on the street, replaced by various antiques and herbs.

The status of the guests who came and went has also been significantly improved.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came to Cheng Zhiguo's stall.

This man was wearing brocade clothes and was playing with a string of red sandalwood beads in his hands. He looked like he was not an ordinary man.

He knelt down and checked Chen Pi.

"Good stuff." He praised first, then shook his head regretfully, "Unfortunately..."

Cheng Zhiguo understood why he was like this.

The good product is because it is irrigated by the system spring water, the quality is not to be said, but it is a pity that the vintage is not enough.

Although it has been stored in a small black room for seven or eight days, it only takes two or three years to fully count. The real good tangerine peel starts from ten years.

He stood up, looked at the wooden boards beside him, and asked with a smile, "Lack of money?"

Dealing with smart people is easy, Cheng Zhiguo nodded.

"I want all these tangerine peels. How about giving you this price?" He raised a finger.

Cheng Zhiguo raised five sticks.

The man was a little speechless: "Brother, some lions are opening their mouths."

Immediately raised two fingers.

Cheng Zhiguo asked, "How much can you eat?"

The man frowned: "Why, do you still have? How many?"

He saw it just now, this is definitely a high-quality tangerine peel, and the lack of age is not a big problem at all. It is not a loss to use it now, and it will make a lot of money by keeping it in the future.

"a lot of."

Seeing that his expression was calm when he spoke, the man's heart skipped a beat, and then he looked seriously at Cheng Zhiguo.

Although he was dressed plainly, his eyes were restrained and his demeanor was calm, which was very different from ordinary hawkers.

The man became more solemn, pondered for a while, and said, "So, brother, three yuan a catty, I want as much as you have."

He dismissed the plan to lower the price. On the one hand, he felt that Cheng Zhiguo was not an ordinary person, and he had a good relationship. On the other hand, he thought that if he could produce so many tangerine peels at once, he might have other good things in his hand.

With this transaction, it will be easier to cooperate in the future.

Huh, this tone is really not small.

Cheng Zhiguo secretly lamented that not many dare to speak in this tone these days.

"Wait a moment."

He turned around and turned into a dark alley, and when he came out again, he already had two big bags in his hand, walked up to the man lightly, and put them on the ground: "It's about a hundred catties here, the ones on the ground are just gifts."

One hundred pounds?

The man stretched out his hand and found that it was very difficult. Thinking about Cheng Zhiguo's striding steps just now, he was even more surprised.

Is a trainer?
There was more respect on his face: "Little brother is a happy person, if that's the case, then I won't be hypocritical."

He didn't go to weigh it, but counted out 300 yuan, handed it to Cheng Zhiguo, and then asked, "Will little brother come again?"

Cheng Zhiguo did not give a definite answer: "If you are short of money, it will come naturally."

"That's the reason, then we will meet again by fate."

The man smiled and nodded, called two people to help, and carried two big bags of tangerine peel out of the street.

Cheng Zhiguo stopped setting up a stall and packed up his things to leave.

In just this moment, several people have been observing him in the dark.

Although he is not afraid, there is no need to ask for trouble.

After leaving the street, he threw the remaining things into the system, went around several alleys a few times, and after getting rid of the few people following him, he returned to the courtyard.

Zheng Juan hadn't slept yet, she was sewing insoles in the main room, and came out immediately when she heard the noise.

"Why are you back so late?" she asked in a low voice.

"It's been delayed for a while." Cheng Zhiguo said with a smile, "Didn't I keep you waiting?"

"I'm worried."

Zheng Juan said something, and picked up the cold food on the table, "I'll go heat it up."

"Need not."

Cheng Zhiguo grabbed a steamed bun and gnawed it, took out all the money in his pocket, and put it in front of Zheng Juan, "Including the ones in our mother's hand, it should be enough for the medical expenses, you count."

Zheng Juan saw that the money was in a mess, it was obvious that Cheng Zhiguo had just obtained it, and she was moved and worried at the same time.

Although he is not yet married, Cheng Zhiguo really regards them as his family and always spares no effort to help them.

"Thank you." Her voice was hoarse.

Cheng Zhiguo took her hand to make her sit down, and said with a smile, "Thank you so much, when we get married, give me a big fat boy."

Zheng Juan blushed immediately, patted him lightly, and said coquettishly, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Who is talking nonsense?" Cheng Zhiguo suppressed her emotion when he saw a sentence, and pouted, "Hurry up and count the money."

"it is good."

Zheng Juan happily counted the money.