Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 17 Selling

  Zhu Pingchuan led Zhu Pingan out of the medicine hall, and looked back at the medicine hall, still feeling unbelievable, 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 Wen coins lying in the back basket and two silver nudes in the pocket of the youngest son. To believe this absurd thing.

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

   "The silver nuggets in your pockets must be packed." Zhu's father told him over and over again that in the eyes of farmers, two silver nuggets can be regarded as a lot of money.

   "Yeah." Zhu Pingan also nodded over and over again.

  Looking at his youngest son, Father Zhu really didn't know what to say, this youngest son was really lucky, the wild flowers picked by accident could really 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 the rest were not sold.

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

  Father Zhu sells things by fate. He doesn’t bring any peddlers, and he doesn’t take the initiative to solicit customers. He always waits for others to come over.

  Before Zhu Ping’an didn’t wear them, before he came here, he used to set up a street stall at night to sell some socks and gloves for living expenses. The purpose of setting up a stall was to see who would talk about it, and it wasn’t an exhibition. Besides, there were explanations for the exhibition.

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

  The childish voice is nice, and he is also a lovable bear paper, which is quite attractive.

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

   Zhu's father asked Zhu Ping'an how he could sell.

  Zhu Ping'an replied naturally that those who heard someone shouting on the road to the medicine hall just learned to shout.

  Children are just at the age when they like picking up teeth, so Father Zhu is relieved.

   "Bamboo weaving, it's beautiful and easy to use. You won't lose money if you buy it back, and you won't be fooled after you use it." Zhu Pingan watched people surround him, as if he saw countless silver rushing in, and he started selling it even more vigorously.

  People gradually gathered around, at this time Father Zhu naturally came to greet him.

   Of course, some people tease Zhu Ping'an.

   "Child, how good is your bamboo weaving?"

   "Can your family's mountain delicacies make elixir?"

   "What if I get cheated when I buy it back?"

   Regarding these ridicules, Zhu Pingan naturally gave play to his child's advantages, and answered with childish words.

"very good."

   "Salted eggs are pickled, not refined, and I don't know if it can be done. I haven't seen my mother pickled 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 child has no intention to disclose the information of the family. People think that they are stupid, but at the same time, people feel relieved. I know your family. If something is not good, I can go to you, so I am willing to buy things. There are too many.

Most of the people bought some bamboo weaves that they needed at home, and some also bought a few small bamboo weaves to go back to coax their children. However, no one cares about the delicacies of wild game, because most people are from poor families, wild vegetables, bamboo shoots, etc. are at home. They have eaten enough, and besides, if they want to eat, they will go to the mountains to pick it, so no one cares about the mountain delicacies.

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

  Zhu Ping'an looked at it for a while, and knew the approximate price. He was very busy helping to collect money and pass things to others.

  Because, it’s all money.

   Not long after, the bamboo weaving was almost sold out, thanks to the fact that people like to follow suit. If it is normal, even if you shout, it is impossible to sell so fast and so much.

  The onlookers have almost left, leaving only a bamboo basket and a broom on the stall. Of course, the mountain delicacies are still not sold.

  For rabbit skin, Father Zhu delivered it to the grocery store when he was about to leave. Father Zhu is also a regular customer of the grocery store. Although he doesn’t deliver much each time, he still goes there every once in a while.

  When I was worrying about how to sell the wild 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 60th birthday. The lady planned a birthday banquet and wanted to fix some dishes that the family hadn't eaten much, so she handed over the purchase to the housekeeper.

  The housekeeper went around the market for two big circles but couldn't find it. He was worrying when he suddenly heard a clear and crisp child's voice.

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

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

   "Brother, how do you sell this wild game?" The butler stepped forward and asked.

  Father Zhu never sold these fungus, bamboo shoots, etc. before, and he picked them for himself to eat. This time, he also picked a lot, and the family’s life was tight, so his grandmother asked him to bring them for a try.

  Father Zhu didn't know the price for a while, but said, "They are all picked at home. If you like them, just give them some."

gosh

  Is this how business is done? !

  Zhu Ping'an was about to kneel down to his father, and let people watch him, isn't this the rhythm of paying for Xiang.

"Well, how about this, I don't think it's easy for you, and I just need it, these mushrooms and bamboo shoots are included, I can give you 40 cents, and I will also pay for the other bamboo basket to hold these Wild game." The housekeeper cleared his throat, and said to Father Zhu with a smile.

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

   Zhu Pingan felt that the butler was cunning, and it was obvious that he was pleasantly surprised by these mountain delicacies, but he only gave forty coins. If it was sold to a restaurant, the price could be doubled at least.

Zhu Pingan was afraid that Father Zhu would nod his head in agreement, so he interrupted from the sidelines, completely childish, thinking about it and talking about it, without much logic, "My father led me and my brother to spend a day up the mountain to pick such Do you know the mountains, there are bamboo shoots buried in the ground, and the fungus is on a tall tree, it’s very tiring.”

"Well, I'll add another ten coins." The housekeeper felt that this chubby kid was a bit difficult to deal with. He glanced sideways at Zhu's father, thought about it, and then said, "Buy these things in the town. There are not many people here, and I came here to buy it because the host’s family is holding a birthday banquet. I’ll give you 50 Wen for the mountain delicacies, and 10 Wen for the bamboo basket and the broom. A total of 60 Wen. , no more will be enough.”

  Father Zhu found it incredible that his youngest son just said a word, and the housekeeper added ten words, and even bought the rest of the bamboo weaving.

   Yes, it is very good, this is Zhu's father's heartfelt voice.

   "Okay, okay." Father Zhu nodded repeatedly.

  Although it was a little less than expected, but Zhu's father nodded, and Zhu Ping'an fell silent.

  (end of this chapter)