When he saw something, Zhang Xiaobao was relieved, otherwise he would make some less money. Even if the carrot of 2,000 shi is a little bit watery, it should be 200,000 catties.
Zhang Xiaobao admires Song Jinggong a little bit. Where did he get 200,000 catties of carrots? What is the purpose? What do you think when you make carrots
Do you really want to do normal business? No, if that's the case, then you should find someone to directly mortgage his store. For a store with three hundred taels of silver, it's okay to get two hundred taels.
Just when Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were puzzled, the person who came to report gave them the answer.
"Young Master Zhang, Young Lady, can this food be eaten? It's not as big as our radish, and it's so expensive that it won't eat dead people, right?"
When he said this, Zhang Xiaobao understood. After all, carrots are not seen by anyone here. The price he got Song Jinggong from the outside should be cheaper. It was nothing more than the ship's money. But when he found that no one was buying it, he was ready to take the stuff. Get rid of, or cheat some money.
Usually people don't have so much spare money in their hands, and most people try to settle the settlement by exchange. Whoever is willing to spend two cents on a catty of small radishes, or two catties of large radishes, will be sold for one cent.
"He is planning to make a fortune, he is really ambitious." Wang Juan thought of this and said.
"He is just thinking about cheating and can't operate. When we take the two thousand stone carrots, I will sell you three cents a catty, and there is no need to cheat." Zhang Xiaobao smiled and revealed two dimples.
"I can sell it without you. Just use these methods. If you change it, there is always one that can succeed. The next step depends on whether he will be fooled." Wang Juan also had plans at this time, and looked up happily. .
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"Stop, I put the eggs out and lit the brazier. It should be cold in a while."
On the road from Tuqiao Village to Xinping City, Cherry ordered the driver to stop first, and when the car stopped, she slightly changed the position of the 200 eggs in front of her, and heated the mattress with a brazier. Cover it.
As she greeted, the car began to move forward slowly. After 30 years of driving the handlebars of the car, I took out all my skills in the past two days, which was emitted by the lantern hanging in front of the car. With a faint light, the handlebars can avoid any small pit.
Until the horse stopped moving, he stopped, unloaded the horse, tied it to a tree, and let the horse rest and graze on its own.
"Uncle Wang, your car is really good, and the eggs haven't been shaken too much." Cherry put her hand under the bedding to feel the heat and cold. After she was relieved, she picked up the water and took a few sips, boasting. Handlebars leaning against a tree.
"It's okay. I have been used to driving the car for thirty years. It's not that I told you nonsense. Even without this lantern, I know where there is a pit in front." He turned over another small bag with some fried rice in it, ready to eat.
Upon seeing this, Cherry quickly picked up things from the two people who had been following the carriage, and sent them to the handle of the carriage, and said: "Uncle Wang, eat this, you will be ready when you come."
In the light of the lantern, the handlebars saw some cut pork head meat in front of him, and two pancakes. He grinned and he was welcome. He took it and rolled the meat in the pancake, took a big bite, and squinted. Swallowing his eyes slowly, and drinking again, his face filled with vicissitudes squeezed in a pile, before he said:
"Fragrant, really fragrant, it's better than your Zhuangzi, Wang's Zhuangzi pays a lot of taxes every year, not as wealthy as yours."
"Uncle Wang, don’t tell me that. The little cuckoo lady is there. Just wait. It won’t take two years for the people in the two villagers to eat meat all at once. Don’t dare to say anything else. You can eat as much chicken as you want."
Cherry looked at the carriage, thinking about the chicken that was about to come out, and felt much more relaxed.
"Okay, just listen to you, old man, I'll wait for two years. I must eat the chicken and eat every meal. The eggs on your car can hatch chickens?" The handlebars also said hopefully, and pointed again. The eggs in the car asked in disbelief.
"Of course it can. I have seen the chicks inside. After a few days, there will be chicks running all over the village." Cherry said confidently.
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At night, the dark clouds still have not dispersed, covering the brilliance of Xingyue.
Song Jinggong lay on the bed, thinking about what was going on, thinking about it, suddenly laughed, and began to mutter to herself, "What's the use of looking at me? Do you think I will pick up things in these two days? Want to get in the way? I'm not in a hurry. I will borrow the money in a few days and let you know what's on the boat.
You dare to raise the price for me, sleep, eat a meal, and ask me fifty cents a day, give it, I will give it all, and see who will cry when that happens, why can't it be sold? "
"Young Master Song, Young Master Song, are you awake? The wine and food you want is here." Just as Song Jinggong was calculating the money scam, the sound of knocking and questioning came from outside.
Song Jinggong stood up, lit the fuel lamp, opened the door, and saw the old man standing outside, feeling a little uncomfortable. He couldn't bear to eat fried leeks with eggs, scrambled eggs with leeks, or slivers of radish.
Today, this was for someone to prepare good wine and good food for him. In the end, he was asked to go to six bucks. This small place is enough to order a table of food in the small shop. Look at the three on the dustpan held by the old man. A small plate and a jug of wine are not even six cents.
"I'm in trouble, Mr. Zhang, take it in." Song Jinggong warned herself not to get angry, and she would retaliate again later, and then she smiled hard and said hello.
"No trouble, Master Song, you pay, my old man buys it, there is no trouble, I can't sleep this night."
The old man entered the house with a dustpan, put three dishes and a pot of wine on the small table, smiled friendly at Song Jinggong, turned and left.
Song Jinggong was indeed hungry. Seeing that there were three dishes, he didn't find any eggs fried so and so, and he took a deep breath, and finally he could eat meat.
Picking up the chopsticks, I found the largest piece of meat, which should be meat. I picked it up and stuffed it in my mouth. After chewing twice, my face suddenly changed. It was meat. Unfortunately, it was not the mutton he had imagined, but fish and thorns. Woolen cloth.
The meat is not small enough, that is to say, the fish is a big fish, but the fish is so cheap, so you have to pay six dollars
Suffering from qi, Song Jinggong stretched his chopsticks to another plate. The meat is small here. When he eats it in his mouth, Song Jinggong nodded and muttered:
"Great, it was the meat of a big fish just now, but now this is the meat of a small fish, Zhangjiazhuangzi, I remember it."
After muttering, Song Jinggong turned his gaze to the plate of meat, which is not too big or small. You don’t need to taste it to know that this is the meat of a medium fish. This is less than three fish, and there is no ten cents in total. Twenty articles are enough.
Recognizing his fate, Song Jinggong picked up the pot of wine, regardless of the taste, poured it down, threw the chopsticks away, and lay on the bed with his head covered and fell asleep.
Just a few days, just when Song Jinggong thought it would be two more days, Guan Shi Zhang personally found it.
"Master Song, the money is ready, don't know if you still need it?" Guan Shi seemed to be a little anxious, and he asked before he could breathe in the room.
"Really? That's great, Zhang Guanshi, you have helped me a lot. Don't worry, Song Jinggong will never forget you after the event is over."
When I heard that the silver business was all right, Song Jinggong's gloomy mood instantly disappeared. Before Manager Zhang could speak, he said: "So, then give you the deed of my shop?"
"Don't worry, there are still some things in Song Gongzi's shop. I need to wait and take a closer look. I will order the money to be brought, and I will leave today?"
Of course Guan Shi knows that he has to say everything that should be said, otherwise he will easily make people suspicious.
Song Jinggong smiled and nodded. He had thought about this kind of thing a long time ago, and immediately walked towards Sanshui County with the manager Zhang and the people with money.
In the afternoon, I came to the outside of the shop and looked inside, and saw that the people who usually inspected the house were standing at the counter. Song Jinggong's complexion suddenly sank, and she walked forward and asked, "Ms. Zhao and Liu Wang. Woolen cloth?"
"If you go back to the boss, at noon today, someone came to the store and took a fancy to a jar. He actually spent thirty taels of silver to buy it. They said it was cheap. They had to ask the shopkeeper Zhao and Liu Wang to have a drink, and they went there. , Should I call them back? Just left." The man replied.
"No, you can eat it. You can go back. I'll take care of it here, Mr. Zhang. This business is busy. Waiting to borrow the money, I will close the shop. You send someone to watch it and wait until my turnover opens.
After a while, deduct the money for that jar, I can directly make up, don’t look at the expensive price that was sold just now, in fact, the price of the jar is only one hundred and sixty liters. "
Song Jinggong glanced at the place where the jar was placed, and found that there was a missing one with more than a hundred texts, and didn't care at all.
"Okay, then please come over, I'm all ready for the money." Guanshi Zhang agreed happily. The person behind him put the money away, turned around to look for the guarantor and went back soon. , Four people came this time, after all, there are many things.
According to the fine account that Yaxi gave out at the beginning, and after a verification, everything was correct. Just when Song Jinggong was about to sign a contract with Zhang Guanshi, Zhang Guanshi suddenly pointed to a painting and said:
"It’s better to remember to be more detailed. There are flaws in the painting. In case it is wrong, you can prove it, Song Gong, let’s be a villain first and then a gentleman. OK."
After speaking, without waiting for Song Jinggong to say anything, he ordered someone to describe the flaws in the painting, and wrote about the burned place, and asked the squatters to vouch for it.
Song Jinggong thought it was nothing, it was just a painting, and it was left to them at that time, standing aside with a smile, waiting for someone to give proof of a few other worthless things. Pick up the store and that's it.
When the manager Zhang left, Song Jinggong pouted her lips, turned and walked towards the Luoshui River. He knew that someone would follow him.