Entrepreneurship in a different world

The grain sold in the grain and oil store is mainly flour, which is packed in snakeskin bags. The stamp on the outer packaging is simple and crude. Below the word "gold" are two scimitars interlaced.This stamp was bigger than Wen Rong's, and it was also black.

The owner of the grain and oil store said that this is the wheat produced in the local "Jinjia Manor", which is whiter in color and better in taste.

Wen Rong saw other flour bags with different stamps. This simple black stamp seems to be the packaging habit of people here.

"The Jin family's wheat is a bag of one hundred and two coins, while other families only have one hundred coins of the same weight, and there are cheaper ninety coins, but they are relatively rough, with a gray and black surface." The boss saw Wen Rong brought a few children and didn't charge him a high price, especially when he saw Jiro, he didn't dare to charge a high price.

There is still a good distinction between the children of ordinary families and the children of 'You Lan Fang'.Jiro and the others often stroll around here, and honest people are generally unwilling to provoke them.

"Then get a bag from the Jin family, let's get a bag from the cheapest one." Wen Rong looked around and made a decision.

Such a bag of flour is not heavy, only fifteen kilograms.This time, I bought two bags and went back to taste it.

Ah He tugged Wen Rong's hand, one bag is enough.

She patted his hand warmly and reassuringly.It is naturally useful to buy it back.

Seeing Wen Rong's openness, the boss was also generous and gave him a small bag of sesame seeds as a topping.

Wen Rong thought of the little experiment he was still doing at home, "Does the boss have seeds for sale?" He asked.

"Seeds?" The boss was stunned for a moment, a little unwilling to answer this question, and said perfunctorily, "I don't have those things here."

Wen Rong wanted to say something else, but Jiro stopped him, "I know, I'll take you there."

Sensing that there might be something wrong with the question about the seeds, Wen Rong stopped asking and asked about the oil price instead.

There is only one kind of oil here. There are several stamps on the plastic pot. One of them is a blue stamp. Wen Rong carefully identified it. The blue one is printed with 'Nishia City Import and Export Trade Bureau' .

"It was shipped from 'Northern Lake City'. They produce oil there, and the freight to bring it back costs a lot of money." Seeing that he was interested, the boss began to sell it.

Ask about the price - two hundred coins for a small pot.

This price made several children speechless.This pot is about the same capacity as the kettle they carry with them, and it can hold a liter of oil at most.

Oil is more expensive than food, and it is the same everywhere.

Wen Rong still took a pot.The boss happily gave him a small packet of sesame seeds.

After leaving the grain and oil store, Jiro never closed his mouth, "You are... really a prodigal."

I just bought a lot of them a few days ago, and this time I bought them again.He can buy things better than the few sisters he knows.

"Where is this?" Wen Rong touched his head, "Take me to the place where you buy seeds."

"It's hard to find a seed seller." Jiro looked around and said to him cautiously, "Stop asking other people this question."

"Is it forbidden to sell?" Wen Rong asked in a lower voice.

"No. It's just that most of the seeds here are only found in the manor, and the ones that can be displayed for sale are generally either picked up outside or stolen from inside."

Wen Rong understood.It turned out to be a rare thing.

"Most people here don't know how to buy land. In the past, they didn't have the ability to buy good land from other places like the big manor owners. If they can't grow anything, they won't keep seeds." Jiro explained quickly, "But I heard that in the past two years Some private individuals in the village will buy good soil from the black market, and cultivate a small piece of land in their own yard to grow things. Most of them grow some vegetables by themselves. Now it is not as strict as before, and no one will care if they can grow things , and even encourage everyone to reclaim it by themselves, but there are still not many people who have the money and courage to buy soil and come back to reclaim it.”

When it came to vegetables, Wen Rong's eyes lit up, "Is there a vegetable seller here?"

"Of course." Jiro felt that this question was a little strange, "There is a manor that specializes in growing vegetables, not far outside the city. Every day before dawn, vegetables are delivered to the city, but most of them are delivered to supermarkets and supermarkets in wealthy areas. Big market. Vegetable vendors buy from there and carry their loads to sell along the street. The price is a little higher. Generally, most of the vegetables grown at home are sold at a street stall. There are stalls selling vegetables in Nancheng , but the quantity and variety are few. Those who can get good soil basically grow food, which can fill their stomachs. Most people want to eat vegetables at home, but there are few people who sell them. I heard that when they go to Nancheng, they will sell vegetables soon. Light, it’s more profitable than selling grain.” Jiro said, licking his mouth, “It’s a pity that I can’t even afford wheat cakes, and I only ate vegetables once, which was given by Qiulan.”

Wen Rong understands, it seems that he still has to go to the market and supermarket.

"We can go to the market, but we can't enter the supermarket in the rich area." Jiro continued, "I heard that there are many good things shipped from other places, some of which we have never heard of."

"Where is the rich area?" Wen Rong asked.

"It's in Beishangcheng. The entire area of ​​Beishangcheng is a wealthy area. The houses there are all three-story small buildings, which are beautifully built. There are also several palace-like houses, where the city owner lives. .”

Wen Rong thought for a while, but was not interested in going to see that rich area for the time being.That place probably won't let people like them approach easily.

While talking, they walked to another street. Apart from some shops, there were street stalls on the side of the street, selling everything, second-hand clothes, furniture, supplies, and... electrical appliances.

Seeing Wen Rong standing in front of the stall selling second-hand electrical appliances, Ah He and Jiro acted in unison for the first time, and they forcibly pulled him away.

If they don't take it away, the two of them are afraid that this 'prodigal son' will really buy those things.That thing is too impractical for them.

"Clothes!" Wen Rong didn't leave this time when he saw that there were second-hand clothes for sale.

He needs clothes, he can't always wear this floral dress, it should be returned to Ms. Xia Lan.

Also, several children in the family also need clothes.Ah He and Ah Miao, they only wear one piece all day, which is already patch after patch.Ah Miao was wearing Ah He's old clothes. Ah He's clothes were already short, the trousers had become cropped trousers, and the long sleeves had become three-quarter sleeves.Jiro too, there was a big hole in the back of his trousers, and the flesh inside could be seen.

More importantly, Dabao, the little guy is wearing A Miao's childhood clothes, but this dress is the only thing left to them by the mother of the He Miao brothers.Not to mention the other egg cubs who may be born again at any time.

"Boss, how do I calculate the price if I buy many pieces?" Wen Rong smiled and chatted with the clothes seller.

After negotiating a satisfactory price with the boss, Wen Rong carefully rummaged through the pile of old clothes.

The colors of these second-hand clothes are basically black, gray, white and earth tones, basically the same as what Qiulan told him that day.There are few bright and bright clothes here.Not without it, but it will not end up in the second-hand market.

Wen Rong compared the options, but the children felt bored.For them, filling their stomachs is the most important thing. They only care about clothes except in winter. They can wear them at other times, and it is enough to cover their bodies.

Wen Rong carefully selected clothes for them, and occasionally pulled a child over to compare with them.

When Jiro was pulled over, he was a little dazed, it couldn't be what he thought.He doesn't want to buy clothes for himself, does he?

Wen Rong put the clothes in the pile she had chosen with satisfaction.

The two older little ghosts realized something, and they were expecting and reluctant, but seeing that Wen Rong didn't say a word, they were afraid that they had misunderstood, so they patiently kept silent.

It took half an hour to pick a lot of them, and it cost 110 coins at the checkout.Compared with food and oil, the cost is relatively small, so the two big and small ghosts didn't say much about it.

Next to selling clothes is selling second-hand shoes.

As soon as Wen Rong saw the treasure, he squatted down on the ground and picked out the shoes.

This time he still told the children to go over, Ahe and Jiro looked at each other to confirm their guess, and ran away in a hurry.

A Miao and Dabao obediently passed by, snuggled up to him, and obediently cooperated to lift up their little feet to compare the size of the shoes.

Some second-hand shoes don't even have a complete pair, and Wen Rong doesn't care about these. She chooses the most complete ones, which have a relatively better texture, and the soles are soft and comfortable to the touch.

Seeing that he couldn't stop him from spending money, Ah He and Jiro walked back slowly.

Wen Rong looked up at them and smiled, "The ones I picked were all bigger, so I can wear them even when I grow up." He basically chose the style of sneakers and sneakers, and tightened the laces to make them one or two sizes bigger I'm not afraid.

The two older children were squirming, but their eyes took a second look at the two pairs of shoes that were obviously suitable for their size, and their hearts began to rejoice.

Going on like this, Wen Rong also bought some old daily necessities, especially an old big basket woven from bamboo strips, which was particularly cost-effective and much stronger than the straw basket.He switched it on the spot.

He didn't see some seeds wrapped in paper in a shop selling seasoning until he went to the innermost part.

The store didn't explicitly say that it was a seed, and only those who knew it or came looking for it would notice.

After Wen Rong picked out a few packs, the shopkeeper told him in a low voice, "I don't know what those two packs of toilet paper are. The rest are vegetables."

Wen Rong bought some more seasonings. The seasonings here are also simple, namely salt, soy sauce, vinegar, pepper, and bay leaf powder. He also bought some.

Seeing how straightforward he was when he took out the money, the two older children were powerless even to complain in their hearts.

"Go back!" Ah He carried a big bamboo basket with heavy food such as flour, oil, and seasonings in it, and Ah He carried the straw basket that Ms. Xia Lan lent him, which contained clothes and shoes. Jiro wanted to help Ah He He didn't recite it for him, and the two had a little awkward fight, Wen Rong just smiled at it, anyway, these two always have a little temper, and it will be fine in a while.

Walking all the way back to the 'Oven Hotel', although the body is tired and warm, the heart is very at ease.

It feels so good to not have to count how much you can spend on your fingers.