The rise of the poor

Chapter 17
Zhu Pingchuan led Zhu Ping'an out of the medicine hall, and when he looked back at the medicine hall, he still felt incredible, as if in a dream.

When the two returned to Father Zhu's booth and mentioned it to Father Zhu, Father Zhu was also shocked, until he saw 120 cents of money lying in the back basket and two naked silver boys in his younger son's pocket. to believe this ridiculous thing.

Father Zhu counted the coins and confirmed that the 120 coins were correct, so he hurriedly wrapped them in a rag and put them in a basket, and then covered them with a bamboo strip.

"The silver naked child in the pocket is ready." Father Zhu told him over and over again. In the eyes of the peasants, two silver naked children could be regarded as a lot of money.

"Mmmm." Zhu Ping'an nodded again and again.

Looking at his youngest son, Father Zhu really didn't know what to say. This youngest son was very lucky, and the wild flowers that were picked by mistake could actually be sold for money.

Zhu Ping'an looked at his father's street stall, and it seemed that only about four or five items were sold, and none of the others were sold.

After a while, I knew why my father couldn't sell anything.

Zhu's father sells things by fate. He doesn't bring anything to sell, nor does he take the initiative to solicit customers. He always waits for others to come.

Before Zhu Ping'an didn't wear it, he went out at night to sell socks and gloves for living expenses. The purpose of the stall was to see who would say it, not to hold an exhibition. Besides, the exhibition also had explanations.

"Delicious and inexpensive, fresh and delicious mountain and game, don't miss it when you pass by."

The child's voice is good, and it's a lovable bear child, and it's quite attractive.

Father Zhu and elder brother Zhu Pingchuan were a little embarrassed, and both of them were a little embarrassed.

Zhu's father asked Zhu Ping'an how to sell it.

Zhu Ping'an replied naturally, that he had learned to shout when he heard people shouting like this on the way to the medicine hall just now.

The child was at the age when he liked picking people's teeth, and Father Zhu was relieved.

"Bamboo weaving is good-looking and easy to use. If you buy it, you won't suffer, and if you use it, you won't be fooled." Zhu Ping'an watched as people gathered around, as if he saw countless silver rushing in, and he was even more excited to sell it.

People gradually gathered around, and at this time, Father Zhu naturally came to say hello.

Of course, some people tease Zhu Ping'an.

"Kid, how good is your bamboo weaving?"

"Can your family's wild game be used to make elixir?"

"What if I buy it back and be fooled?"

For these ridicules, Zhu Ping'an naturally gave full play to the advantages of children and answered in a childlike manner.

"very good."

"The salted eggs are pickled, not refined, and I don't know if I can do it. I haven't seen my mother pickle salted duck eggs."

"You can go to my house if you are fooled. My house is at the west end of Xiahe Village. My father's name is Zhu Shouyi."

It seems that the children have no scheming to reveal the family information, people think stupid, but at the same time people are relieved a lot, I know your home, 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 weaving that they needed at home, and some also bought a few small ones to go back to coaxing their children, but no one cares about wild game, because most people are poor people, wild vegetables and bamboo shoots are at home. They have eaten enough. Besides, if they want to eat, they will also go to the mountains to pick them, so no one cares about the mountain and game.

Zhu's father was too busy to collect money, and Zhu Pingchuan also helped people to string the bamboo weaving with straw ropes for easy carrying.

Zhu Ping'an watched for a while, and knew the general price. He was very busy helping people to collect money and deliver things.

Because it's all money.

It didn't take long for the bamboo weaving to run out, which is also a blessing that people like to follow suit.If it is put on hold, even if you shout, it will not be possible to sell so quickly and so much.

The onlookers have almost left, and there are only a bamboo basket and a broom left in the booth. Of course, the mountain and game still have not been sold.

In the case of rabbit skin, Father Zhu delivered it to the grocery store when he was about to leave. Father Zhu was also a regular customer of the grocery store. Although he did not deliver much each time, he also went there every once in a while.

When I was worried about how to sell the mountain and game, someone came to ask the price.

The person who came was the housekeeper of a large family in the town. The old lady in the family was about to celebrate her [-]th birthday. The eldest lady organized a birthday banquet and wanted to rectify some dishes that the family hadn't eaten much, so she handed over the purchasing to the housekeeper.

The butler was in the market for two big circles and couldn't find it. He was worried when he suddenly heard a clear child's voice.

"Delicious and inexpensive, fresh and delicious mountain and game, don't miss it when you pass by."

The housekeeper wanted to buy it, but there were too many people buying bamboo weaving, and they crowded in when they left.

"Brother, how do you sell this wild game?" the butler asked.

Father Zhu had never sold these fungus, bamboo shoots, or anything else before. They were all picked and eaten by themselves. This time, they picked a lot more, and the family was too busy, so my grandmother asked them to bring them to try.

Father Zhu didn't know the price for a while, but just said, "It's all collected at home. If you like it, just look at it and give it."

gosh

Does business do this? !
Zhu Ping'an was about to kneel to his father, and let people watch him. Isn't this the rhythm of losing Xiang?

"Well, let's see, I don't think it's easy for you, and I just need them. These mushrooms and bamboo shoots are counted together. I can give you forty fen, and I will also pay for the bamboo basket to hold these. Mountain delicacy." The housekeeper cleared his throat, and then said to Father Zhu with a smile.

Father Zhu felt that the price was very good, and his face moved.

Zhu Ping'an felt that the housekeeper was cunning, and it was obvious that he was pleasantly surprised by these mountain and game delicacies, but he only paid [-] cents. If he sold it to a restaurant, the price would at least double.

Zhu Ping'an was afraid that Zhu's father nodded and agreed, so he interjected, thinking and talking like a child, without much logic, "My father led me and my brother up the mountain for a day to pick up this kind of food. Duo, do you know the mountains, and the bamboo shoots buried in the ground, the fungus is on a very tall tree, it's very tiring."

"Well, I'll add another ten cents." The housekeeper felt that this chubby child was a little difficult to deal with, glanced at Zhu's father sideways, thought about it, and then said, "Buy these things in the town. There are not many people. I came to buy it because the host wanted to hold a birthday banquet. I will give you [-] cents for the mountain and game, and I will give you [-] cents for the bamboo basket and the broom, so a total of [-] cents is fine. , it is impossible to do any more.”

Father Zhu thought it was incredible. His youngest son just said a word, and the housekeeper added ten cents, and even bought the rest of the bamboo weaving.

Yes, it is really good, this is the voice of Father Zhu.

"Okay, okay." Father Zhu nodded again and again.

Although it was less than expected, Father Zhu nodded, and Zhu Ping'an remained silent.

(End of this chapter)