Seed dealers in ancient times

Zheng Jiang stopped to look at the furnishings in the room, more or less figured it out, he couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart, he had never encountered such a rare thing in his life traveling all over the world, but this was the first time he encountered such a thing.On the one hand, he survived a catastrophe, and on the other hand, he was in a strange world, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Before that, he was originally a small businessman who opened a crop seed shop in a small fifth-tier town.

The store is guarded by a hired clerk. Most of the time he travels around various villages and towns to collect and buy seeds, ask farmers for advice on planting experience, and when he goes out to collect seeds, he will also sell them in the village. , I will also go to set up a stall, buy good seeds back to the factory for processing, and then resell them. After such a toss, the business is not bad.

Because of running around all the year round, I can’t store too many seeds in my car. Most of the time, the car is just a part of the seeds to cover up people’s eyes and let people know what kind of business he is. In, firstly, the space capacity is large, and secondly, it is safe and reliable.

After tossing half of his life, he also saved a lot of money on hand. Originally, when he returned to the city after running this trip, he would open a small processing factory by himself, save the cost of processing and packaging and make more profits by himself, and the people in his hometown would return it to him. I introduced a girl and said that all talents are good-looking, the most important thing is that they are virtuous, have a good reputation, and are willing to live at home. The girl is also very satisfied after seeing his photos, and wants to spend time with him.

He's not bad in every aspect, but he seems to have lost his nerve in his feelings. He has been running around in business, and his feelings are not traditional, but slow and honest.

This personality is generally not liked by girls in the open age. He wants to follow the rules and step by step, but the girls are anxious and are always not on the same pace. Because of this, after so many years, no relationship has been established, so they have been single for several years. , The more monotonous the mind, the more stuck, and finally there is a girl who is willing to accept, he thinks it is so rare, and they have talked about it and said that they will go back to their hometown to meet when the factory is done.

When everything was going in a good direction, on a rainy night on the highway, the car went in a direction where life and death were uncertain.

Zheng Jiang stopped sighing, who could have predicted that things would turn out like this.He half-bent his legs, trying to prop himself up, when Zou Yun happened to rush back with an old man over half a century old.

"Why did you wake up, are you thirsty?"

When Zou Yun entered the room and saw Zheng Jiangting who was about to get up, he strode up and hurriedly pulled a pillow and put it on Zheng Jiangting's waist.

Zheng Jiang stopped to look up, and saw that Zou Yun's bun was dripping wet, and the broken hair around his ear was sticking to his chin. He looked completely embarrassed, but he never cared about his demeanor, and his thoughts were all on him. Unavoidably, he, who had lost his parents early, felt a sudden tug in his heart.

The old man put down the medicine box, first checked his pulse, then looked at the back of Zheng Jiangting's head wrapped in gauze, opened the medicine box and took out a pen and paper: "Now that you wake up, you will be fine, just take good care of it. , the old man opened a medicine list, went to the pharmacy to get some medicine, and took it on time."

Zou Yun was so happy that he was about to shed tears, and said again and again: "Thank you Doctor Xu, thank you Doctor Xu."

The doctor handed the written prescription to Zou Yun, and Zou Yun hurriedly lowered his voice: "Doctor Xu, please."

Although Zheng Jiangting was not feeling well, he could tell that Zou Yun had something to say to the doctor, and he didn't want him to know. However, the sound insulation effect of the wooden wall building is not good. Although the voice is not high, it can still be heard. to one or two.

"Doctor Xu, money is a little tight these days, you can see if you can give it two days, and I will definitely deliver the money to you when the time comes."

Zou Yun really didn't have the face to say these words, he already owed the doctor a lot of money, and now he owed him money on credit, it was really a dilemma, if Doctor Xu refused to comply, he would immediately quarrel.

However, to her surprise, Dr. Xu said: "It's okay, brother Xian went to see a doctor in the hall today, and I will settle your bill by the way."

Hearing this, Zou Yun was very surprised: "It's not easy for this child to be alone, how can he still take care of others."

Dr. Xu sighed, and the poor people in Qingwu Lane were more than one or two families, so he said a few words of relief: "Neighborhood care is also a common thing, it is best to hope that the patients can recover sooner. It's getting late, so the old man has to go back first, and someone needs to take care of him in the shop."

Zheng Jiang listened with only a half-knowledge. He thought that there was something serious wrong with his body, but he didn't realize that it was because of the poverty of his family.

In his memory, the Zheng family lived a pretty good life in the early years. Father Zheng earned some money by being a peddler, and moved from the village to the city. It is also good to do decent jobs, be able to read and write as an accountant, or work as a steward for a wealthy family.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and within a few years of good life in the city, Zheng's father contracted a certain illness and left, leaving only Zou Yun and his original orphan and widowed mother. It was also difficult to make ends meet, so Yuanshen didn't continue to go to school, and stayed at home to help his mother. When he got older, he resumed his father's job.

This year's autumn harvest is not good, taxes are good, and the gangsters are particularly fierce. I have only been a salesman for a short time, and I have not yet learned the way. became him.

Zheng Jiangting couldn't help sighing, saying that everything is fate, and he really couldn't help it at all.

After a while, Zou Yun went back to the room and poured a glass of water at the table: "Look, the water is getting cold, mother is going to boil some hot water, but I am hungry, mother has made dinner together."

Zheng Jiang stopped looking at the busy woman, and felt emotional. He hadn't heard anyone say that he would cook dinner for him for many years: "You go and change your clothes first, and be careful not to catch the wind and cold."

Zou Yun was taken aback when he heard the words, and then there was a smile at the end of his eyes: "Okay."

Since Zheng's father passed away, the mother and son rarely communicated with each other. They were cowardly and dull, and the mother and son always looked after each other without saying a word. Zou Yun was very pleased to hear that there had never been such active and caring words.

The rain in late autumn lasted for nearly half a month, and Zheng Jiangting was raised on a small wooden bed that could hardly stretch his body for half a month. Herbal medicine was taken internally and applied externally, but the wounds gradually healed. But even the serious injury on the back of the head requires medicine.

After being able to get out of bed, Zheng Jiangting couldn't lie down in the house, so he got up from the bed while Zou Yun was going out to work.

Pushing open the door, it was still raining outside, and the small yard piled with firewood was very wet. The yard is not big, and it is estimated that only three square tables can be placed, and you can walk to the gate of the yard in a few steps. Although she is small, Zou Yun is a woman who loves cleanliness. Everything is tidy and tidy, which is comfortable to look at.

Zheng Jiangting had a lot of emptiness in his heart, and now he got up with Zou Yun on his back, because he also had his own business to do.

Zheng's family is poor, and he has also been deeply touched in the past few days. The mother and son only eat two meals a day, and the dishes on the table are rarely greasy, and they have only eaten meat twice in more than half a month.

Once it was delivered by Brother Xian from the next door. He was lying in the room and only heard a clear male voice, but he never saw anyone. The other time was brought back by Zou Yun, and Zou Yun ate meat twice. He was reluctant to eat it, and let him eat it alone, which moved him, a big man, and was very embarrassed.

The air was damp in the rain, he raised his hand to caress his wrist, and immediately a huge space appeared in front of him.

There are nearly a hundred large and small sacks inside, and more than a dozen pairs of baskets. The open baskets are full of grains such as sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn, wheat, and rice...

Zheng Jiang stopped searching, not knowing what to bring out to subsidize the family for a while. If food suddenly appeared in the house, it would definitely arouse suspicion, but the rice tank bottomed out again, and life could not go on. Although Zou Yun He didn't say it, but he could see that he was worrying about these things in the day.

Now he had to think of a way, and when he was worried about not knowing what to do, he suddenly remembered that there were shops in the city that bought grain, and if he sold some grain for some money, it would be better than taking grain out of thin air.

After making up his mind, he went into the house to add some clothes, and hurried out the door with an umbrella.

Qingwu Lane is located in the southwest of Jincheng. Most of them are ordinary people, with dozens of households. It is very lively, but it has been raining recently, and even children are reluctant to go out to play. Zheng Jiang stopped to pass through the whole street There were no two people in the alley.

He headed east all the way. He was originally a shopkeeper, and he was very familiar with the streets and alleys of Jincheng. He found a family quickly based on his memory.

Before entering the shop, he found a secluded place, packed half of the sweet potatoes in the basket, and put half a sack of unhulled rice on the basket. Not a good waist.

"Can you collect rice?"

Xiaoer, who was leaning against the door with his hands in his hands, shivered for a moment, seeing the tall man who suddenly came carrying grain, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly cheered up and said enthusiastically: "I received it, received it, the price collected these days is quite high. Lie."

Xiao Er helped to pick up the baskets, there were no customers in the shop, the shopkeeper heard the sound and quickly brought the scales, now there are fewer people selling grain than customers buying grain.

Generally, there are two types of sweet potatoes, red-skinned and yellow-skinned. The fibers of red-skinned potatoes are coarser, suitable for steaming and roasting, and taste sweet and fragrant;

Zheng Jiangting didn't make a distinction, he took out both yellow-skinned and red-skinned ones, and the round sweet potatoes required two hands to hold.

The sweet potatoes should be tall and slender to be delicious. This kind of big ones are usually unattractive ingredients, but who pays attention to these things in the famine era, and it is the most suitable to sell them at this time. The sweet potatoes are especially weighed. The ordinary ones weigh two catties, and the big ones weigh four or five catties.

It looks like a very filling sweet potato, and half a bag of millet is also full. They are all top-grade grains, and rich people will be willing to buy them. The shop owner's mouth is almost cracked to the ear, and he picked up the biggest sweet potato and shook it: "How did my little brother grow sweet potatoes and rice so well, they are so big."

"When the sun is better, it will grow bigger." Zheng Jiang stopped talking: "How does the boss calculate the price?"

"Sweet potatoes in the market cost five cents a catty, and the polished rice that has been shelled is twenty cents a liter. I see that your rice is of good quality and there is no chaff, so I will charge you twelve cents a liter." Why, this street is not limited to my shop, and I won't pressure your price."

Zheng Jiangting knew it well. At this time, the husking technology was backward, not to mention that the husking process would take a lot of effort, and a lot of rice would be crushed and lost. Naturally, the price of unhulled rice was much lower than that of polished rice, so he nodded.

Seeing that the business was done, the boss hurriedly weighed the sweet potatoes and rice separately.

With a basket of grain on his back, Zheng Jiang stopped selling it for nearly a tael of silver. He was quite satisfied as a seller, and the shopkeeper who received the grain was also happy.