On the anniversary of the death of my wife and daughter, I am reborn

He walked out of the alley with his things, and this was near the Nancheng Market where he had been the day before.

Because it was still early at this time, many breakfast shops were open.

Not only was the steamed stuffed bun shop open yesterday afternoon, but there were also people selling fried dough sticks from a cart, and there were also people selling sesame seed cakes...

It was not working time yet, and the only people who came to buy breakfast were some scattered people doing morning exercises.

Zhao Xinghang first walked to the stall selling fried dough sticks.

The eldest brother making fried dough sticks glanced at him and saw that he seemed to have no intention of buying fried dough sticks and continued to do what he was doing.

"Brother, I have a method to make your fried dough sticks more delicious, and the fried dough sticks will be fried even better!"

The eldest brother raised his head and raised his eyebrows, seeming to be interested, "What can I do?"

"I have a batch of new flour here. It has not yet started to expand sales in the market. Now I will give you a chance to experience it. What do you think?"

The eldest brother's eyes began to show disgust. It turned out that he was here for sales. He said coldly: "I have a flour supply channel, so I shouldn't use it! I'm going to have customers soon, so don't block the way for me!"

Zhao Xinghang put the flour packed in food bags on his cart and said with a smile: "Brother, just try this first. This is free for you to try. You will know if it is good or not after you use it. "

The eldest brother didn't refuse. This bag is probably about five kilograms, so don't give it up.

Isn't this flour just ordinary flour? Is there any difference between flours?There is no way he would be fooled into buying it!

"Okay, let me give it a try!" he said perfunctorily.

"Brother, if you think it's good, you can come to me in the market."

Using the same method, he also gave flour to people who sold steamed buns and sesame seed cakes, and even gave some to people who opened snack bars.

It’s free anyway, just give it a try!Anyway, they don’t think flour can bring about big changes in their products.

So they all accepted it.

Zhao Xinghang walked into a deserted corner again and took out the two big bags of flour.

I walked into the Nancheng market with my things, followed the example of the vegetable farmers who came to sell vegetables in the countryside, found a small open space, and opened a bag of flour.

"Selling loofah, selling loofah! Big and delicious loofah!" The uncle next to me started shouting.

Zhao Xinghang stood aside unmoved.

The uncle shook his head.

Today's young people really won't make a difference if they can't let go in this field!

A woman about 30 years old stopped in front of Zhao Xinghang's simple stall and asked, "How do you sell this flour?"

"Sister, this flour costs one pound per pound!" Zhao Xinghang replied.

The woman shook her head and left.

How can this flour be sold so expensive?It’s twice as much flour as usual!

Today's young people are simply blinded by interests!

Another slightly older aunt came over.

Judging from his clothes, he looks like a rich man.

"Young man, how much does your flour cost per pound?" asked the aunt.

"Mother, this flour is one pound and two pounds!" Zhao Xinghang replied.

The aunt wrinkled her nose and said, "You are selling this a bit too expensive!"

Her years of experience told her that the quality of this flour was different from all the flour she had seen before.

It's white and delicate to the naked eye, but it can be seen that absolutely nothing has been added, because that kind of thing will look fake white.

She could smell the fragrance of wheat from a long distance away, just like the wheat that had just been cut from the wheat field, with a natural and fresh smell.

"Mother, my flour is made from super wheat. This wheat is as big as corn, and it is a rare variety."

As he spoke, he took out a few wheat grains about the size of his little fingernail from his bag.

At this time, many people had gathered around.

Some of these people heard about Super Wheat and came to see what it was like, and some were attracted by the herd mentality.

Zhao Xinghang raised his voice and continued.

"Look, this wheat is so plump and big. It is definitely rare to see in Longyi Town or even in the whole country. Some high-end flours may not necessarily be better in quality than mine, but they are still more expensive than mine! And! This flour can be used for anything! It makes noodles chewy and makes steamed buns very fragrant. The Dragon Boat Festival is coming, so you can buy some and take it home to make your own steamed buns. The whole family can enjoy it!"

Others were a little moved by what they said.

But after asking about the price, some ordinary people were dissuaded by the high price.Wouldn’t it be nice to buy an ordinary two kilograms of flour at the same price?There is much more that can be done!

"That's one yuan per pound! I'll buy it if I can!" The aunt was bargaining.

Others also echoed: "Yes, yes, you are cheaper, let's buy some and try them out."

"Okay, okay, one dollar per catty is one dollar per catty!"

Zhao Xinghang looked like he was reluctant to give up his love.

He set the price deliberately high. Even after the price reduction, it was only one yuan per pound, which was still [-] to [-] cents more expensive than other ordinary flours on the market.

Of course he was quite happy in his heart.

I pulled out a grocery bag and used the dry bowl I took out at home to hold the flour.

But here comes the problem, he didn’t weigh himself!

The uncle next to him was watching the whole process, and saw that he was missing a scale, so he enthusiastically handed him a scale. Anyway, he was here to sell a little bit of loofah, so he didn't need many scales.

After he took the scale, he was in trouble again. It was a scale with a weighing pole and a weight. In later generations, electronic scales were used, and he couldn't use this.

The uncle also saw that the young man didn't know how to use it, so he took the scale and taught him.

"Look at this scale. The small scale is one pound each, and the large scale is one kilogram. Move the weight to that scale as much as you want to weigh. Put the thing in the weighing pan, lift the rope in front, and balance it."

After the uncle finished speaking, he patted Zhao Xinghang on the shoulder again.

Zhao Xinghang smiled coquettishly.

"Mother, how much do you want?" he asked the aunt at the front.

"Give me ten pounds!"

Zhao Xinghang weighed ten pounds of flour according to the method the uncle said, and then handed it to the aunt.

The aunt took the flour and handed him ten yuan, "I'll go home and taste it first. If it's good, I'll buy some more. Then I'll make buns and steamed buns for my children during the Dragon Boat Festival."

"Okay!" Zhao Xinghang smiled honestly.

Holding the ten yuan, he felt a little excited. This was the first money he had ever earned. It was not much, but he felt a sense of accomplishment!

Some people from behind also came to buy.

Most of them buy two or three kilograms, and few buy ten kilograms like the first aunt did.

“This flour is really fragrant!”

One buyer couldn't help but sigh.

Many people came to buy again...

As the morning passed, all the flour in his two woven bags was sold out, and he probably made more than 200 yuan. The exact amount will be counted later.

The uncle next to me still has five or six kilograms of loofah left.

"Uncle, sell me this loofah!"

Zhao Xinghang was very grateful after using the uncle's scale all morning today.

"Can you eat it all after buying so much? Luffa is not like winter melon or anything like that, it goes bad easily! If you want to eat it, just buy the amount you can eat!" The uncle said kindly to him.

"Uncle, give me all you can eat!" As he said this, he began to put the loofahs on the ground into the bag. Without weighing them, he gave the uncle five yuan.

The uncle was about to ask him for money, but he muttered, "Young people don't have martial ethics, and you still want me to give you some change."

Zhao Xinghang immediately stopped the uncle, "Uncle, I used your scale all morning, which quite delayed your business. Just treat the money as if I rented your scale. Don't give it to me. I sell vegetables with change." It’s hard to get together when you’re here.”

He scratched the back of his head and smiled.

He also took out the small bag of flour he had left before and gave it to the uncle.

The uncle was also cheerful and accepted the money and flour without any back and forth with Zhao Xinghang.