Take Taobao to ancient times

"You know each other?" asked the strange man.

"Stupid." said the child who was led by Zhuang Jinhan.

"Who are you calling stupid?" the man said angrily.

"Speaking of you, asking such a stupid question!" the child sneered.

Lu Siyu looked at the two of them in surprise, then at Zhuang Jinhan, and just wanted to ask if it was not good for the two of them to pinch each other?

However, Zhuang Jinhan didn't say a word about it, instead he looked at him and smiled: "Why didn't Brother Yu come to look for me when he came to the county?"

"Uh, I just arrived not long ago. I came to pick up things. I met unexpectedly..." Lu Siyu pointed at the man who was fighting with the child.

At this moment, the man suddenly reprimanded: "Just because I am your father!!!"

"Hmph, how could you be such an old man?" The child rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of Zhuang Jinhan, as if he could stay away from his old man.

"Jinhan, don't stop me, I have to beat him up today!" The man rolled up his sleeves, making a gesture to hit him, but he was still holding the bicycle in his hand, so this sleeve-rolling thing didn't seem so imposing .

"Uncle, why did you come to the county suddenly this time?" Zhuang Jinhan changed the subject.

"Isn't the sweet potato incident a big one recently? Jinhan, you're so dishonest about this. Why didn't you tell me about such a big deal?" The man frowned.

"Even my uncle can't swallow this matter," Zhuang Jinhan looked at him, "Let me introduce, this is my friend, Lu Siyu, he is my uncle, Song Jue, my cousin, Song Chen."

Lu Siyu didn't expect to meet Zhuang Jinhan's relatives just by chance, and hurriedly said hello.

"I didn't expect you to be Jin Han's good friend. What a coincidence," Song Jue said with a smile, "Jin Han has been unreasonable since he was a child, and his friends are pitifully few. In such a small county, he can still make friends. Your friend, after all, is destined."

"Thank you." Lu Siyu didn't know how to answer, so he had to say thank you. Did he say that he was lucky or Zhuang Jinhan was lucky?

"Since that's the case, can you come up with a design drawing cheaply?" Song Jue put his arm on Lu Siyu's shoulder and said with a smile, still talking about business.

Lu Siyu pursed his lips and looked at Zhuang Jinhan.

"What business?" Zhuang Jinhan asked.

"No, it's this thing," Song Jue fiddled with the bicycle in his hand, "It's a good thing, I think those dudes in the capital will like it, and it can be sold for a good price. I just want to get it from your friend. Buy the blueprints, but your friend has a big appetite, and you can get [-]% of the profit if you ask for it, it’s not that you just met, why don’t you help me negotiate a price?”

"Bargaining?" Zhuang Jinhan looked at him, "Does uncle really want to do this business?"

"No, this thing has never been seen before. It is rare and can be sold for a good price." Song Jue said seriously, but it was for the purpose of asking Zhuang Jinhan to bargain.

Lu Siyu frowned slightly. He had seen that Song Jue was a businessman before, but if Song Jue was related to Zhuang Jinhan, the business would probably be quite big.

What if Zhuang Jinhan really bargained with him?

"Since this is a good thing, doesn't my uncle think that [-]% profit is too little? According to me, at least [-]% profit." Zhuang Jinhan bargained with Song Jue calmly.

Lu Siyu looked up at him, was he trying to make a profit for himself?

"Hey, Jinhan, are you my nephew? Why are you helping outsiders?" Song Jue clutched his chest in distress.

"Stop pretending, uncle, you always do this trick, don't you get tired of it?" Zhuang Jinhan said calmly.

"Hey, you are a real person." Song Jue immediately returned to normal, and the realistic chest pain just now dissipated in an instant, "Then tell me, why the profit I gave is less, your friend just made a mistake. Zhang design drawing, I give [-]% of the profit is not enough, why do you want me to give [-]%?"

"Then [-]%." Zhuang Jinhan continued to bargain.

"No, [-]% at most, [-]% is too much." Song Jue shook his head immediately and firmly rejected the request.

"One and a half."

"One percent."

"One and a half."

"Okay, [-]% is [-]%. Why have you been like this since you were a child? You are always against me." Song Jue frowned and covered his chest, "I think you are my nemesis."

"To each other." Zhuang Jinhan smiled.

Lu Siyu was a little dumbfounded watching the conversation between the uncle and nephew. Didn't Song Jue want Zhuang Jinhan to negotiate with him just now?Why did Zhuang Jinhan bargain with Song Jue in the blink of an eye, and change the commission from [-]% to [-]%?

Does this matter have anything to do with him?

Just as Lu Siyu thought of this, Song Jue looked at him: "Boy, you are lucky to have a good friend like my nephew. I want the design of this thing, and I will send it to you every once in a while for the profit." , If you have any other good things, take them out, and I will take them with you."

Hearing this, Lu Siyu couldn't keep up with Song Jue's thinking.

At this moment, the blacksmith and others brought another thing over: "Master Lu, this is what you want, and I'll put it on the tricycle for you?"

"Well, put it on the tricycle." Lu Siyu nodded and looked at Zhuang Jinhan, "Brother Zhuang, why don't you go to your place?"

"Row."

Zhuang Jinhan has two residences in the county, one is the county magistrate's office, and the other is where the two first met. It is said that it is also owned by the dealer, but there were almost no people living there before. It was not until Zhuang Jinhan came that it became popular again.

The blacksmith shop was not far from the latter. Lu Siyu rode a tricycle, while Zhuang Jinhan and Song Chen walked directly there.

As for Song Jue, he rode his bicycle one step ahead, and when Lu Siyu and his party arrived, Song Jue was already waiting at the door of Zhuang Jinhan's house.

"Why is the speed so slow? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Song Jue said disgusted, but in fact he seemed to be showing off.

Lu Siyu looked at him, and suddenly thought of the Zhuang Jinhan he "heard" at first. As the saying goes, a nephew is like an uncle. Although it seems that the two people have nothing in common now, judging from the mutual hatred between the two before, looking at Song Jue's His personality is indeed somewhat similar to Zhuang Jinhan's, but Zhuang Jinhan's personality is relatively reserved, while Song Jue is more open-minded.

"Leaving my son behind and coming back by myself, I really don't think it's embarrassing." Song Chen grumbled.

"Hey~~ What are you talking about, little bastard? Say it again, believe it or not, and I'll hit you?" Song Jue scolded angrily.

"Hit it, if you dare to touch me, I'll tell my mother!!!" Song Chen retorted and moved out of the "big mountain" at home.

Lu Siyu was stunned for a moment. Could it be that Song Jue is a strict wife, doesn't she look like that?

However, the fact is true. After Song Chen finished speaking, Song Jue immediately mumbled a few words in a low voice, just glaring at Song Chen, but didn't say anything more.

Zhuang Jinhan didn't care about the rivalry between the father and son, but looked at Lu Siyu: "It's more troublesome to lift the things in the car, so I just pull the car in."

"Okay," Lu Siyu nodded, "Yueyue, Yunyun, Lele, you guys get down first, we'll pull the car in."

"En." The three nodded, Lu Siyue and Lu Siyun came down by themselves, as for Lu Sile, because he was too young, he was carried down by Lu Siyu.

Doors in this era have thresholds, so it is not easy for a tricycle to get in. Lu Siyu, Zhuang Jinhan, and Song Jue took a lot of effort to pull the car in.

As soon as the tricycle was stable, Song Jue couldn't wait to ask: "What the hell is this?"

"Wait a minute," Lu Siyu said, "Yueyue, give me some thread and a piece of cloth."

"Yeah." Lu Siyue took out the thread and fabric from the package. Since she started doing business, she always carried these things with her.

Lu Siyu took the thread and fabric from Lu Siyu's hand, threaded the thread carefully, and then put the fabric on the panel.

Step on the pedal.

The thread he used was not long, so he ran out of thread soon, leaving traces on the fabric.

"What is this?" Song Jue asked suspiciously.

"Uncle, you can see for yourself." Lu Siyu thought for a while, and still called Zhuang Jinhan. The name "uncle" does not mean that there is a real relationship between the two, but it is actually an abbreviated term, the full name is "Zhuang Jinhan's uncle".

Such a habit of addressing is not surprising. When Lu Siyu was young, he would often hear similar addressing. For example, if his relatives from his grandma's house came to his grandma's house, they would follow Lu Siyu's generation and call him "grandpa and grandma".

Song Jue directly took the cloth from Lu Siyu's hand, carefully looked at the sewing marks on it, and then put it down after looking at it several times, and looked at Lu Siyu seriously: "This thing is much better than that bicycle, but the stitches are not so bad. It looks good, but the main thing is that the workmanship of this thing is so-so.”

Song Jue was referring to the sewing machine.

Lu Siyu smiled slightly: "Yes, but if it's my uncle, I should be able to find excellent craftsmen to make better sewing machines, and having these two things will make people's lives more convenient."

Sewing machines and bicycles were two of the three major items in the 70s, and they were also necessities for young people to get married at that time. Naturally, they were very important. In this era, both sewing machines and bicycles are relatively expensive, but they still cannot conceal their importance. fact.

Song Jue smiled slightly: "Is that including me? But I'm curious, how did your brain grow?"

Lu Siyu chuckled, and pointed to the sewing machine beside him: "I just had a flash of inspiration and drew the design diagram, but how to do it well is no longer within my scope of consideration, but I don't know if my uncle has any idea about this machine. idea?"

"Can you not?" Song Jue patted his thigh, "You can also give me a copy of the design of this thing later, this time I will give you [-]% commission!"

"Thirty percent." This time it was not Lu Siyu who spoke, but Zhuang Jinhan, "Uncle, this thing is better than that bicycle."

"How can I not know about this?" Song Jue looked at Zhuang Jinhan with her hips crossed, "I said, why are you turning your elbows so hard?"

Zhuang Jinhan smiled: "Uncle, do you know who sold the sweet potatoes before?"

"Who?" Song Jue asked subconsciously, and suddenly thought of something, "Do you mean...that kid also sold those sweet potatoes?"

Song Jue turned around suddenly, Lu Siyu was stunned for a moment, but still nodded: "I sold it, ten cents a catty."

"Ten coins a catty, at most 1000 taels of silver, you don't want anything else?" Song Jue asked with a frown.

Lu Siyu shook his head.

"Oh, it's a big loss for you, why didn't you make more points?" Song Jue said with emotion, feeling somewhat sorry for Lu Siyu.

"Uncle." Zhuang Jinhan frowned, he didn't tell Lu Siyu the identity of the emperor.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. This thing, [-]% is [-]%. By the way, do you want to go to the capital?" Song Jue asked, pointing at Lu Siyu.