Zhu Pingchuan led Zhu Ping'an out of the pharmacy, and then looked back at the pharmacy. He still felt it was incredible, as if he was in a dream.
When the two men returned to Zhu's father's stall and told him about it, he was shocked. It was not until he saw 120 coins in the backpack and two silver coins in his youngest son's pocket that he believed this absurd thing.
Zhu's father counted the copper coins and confirmed that there were 120 coins. He then quickly wrapped them in a piece of rag and put them in the basket, then covered them with a bamboo strip.
"Make sure to fill your pockets with silver coins." Zhu's father reminded him again and again. In the eyes of farmers, two silver coins were a lot of money.
"Yeah." Zhu Pingan also nodded again and again.
Looking at his youngest son, Father Zhu really didn't know what to say. This youngest son was so lucky that the wild flowers he picked by accident could actually be sold for money.
Zhu Ping'an looked at his father's stall. It seemed that he only sold about four or five items, and the rest were not sold.
After a while, I understood why my father couldn't sell anything.
Mr. Zhu sells things based on fate. He never shouts out his wares, nor does he actively solicit customers. He just waits for people to come.
Before Zhu Ping'an came here, he used to go out at night to set up a stall to sell socks, gloves and other things to make a living. The purpose of setting up a stall was to see who could speak, it was not an exhibition. Besides, there were explanations at the exhibition.
“The wild game is delicious and inexpensive. It is fresh and delicious. Don’t miss it if you pass by...”
The child's voice is nice and he is a lovable kid, which is quite attractive.
Both Zhu's father and eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan felt a little awkward, and both were a little embarrassed.
Zhu's father asked Zhu Ping'an why he knew how to hawk his wares.
Zhu Ping'an answered naturally that he heard someone shouting like that on the way to the pharmacy and learned to shout like that.
Children are at an age when they like to repeat what others have said, so Zhu's father was relieved.
"Bamboo weaving is beautiful and easy to use. You won't suffer a loss if you buy it, and you won't be cheated if you use it." Zhu Ping'an looked at the people gathering around him, as if he saw countless silver rushing in, and he became even more excited in shouting out his products.
People gradually gathered around, and at this time Zhu's father naturally came over to greet them.
Of course, some people also teased Zhu Ping'an.
"Kid, how good is your bamboo weaving?"
"Can the wild game from your house be used to make elixirs?"
"What if I get cheated after buying it?"
In response to these teasings, Zhu Ping'an naturally took advantage of his childishness and answered without restraint.
"Very good."
"Salted eggs are pickled, not refined. And I don't know if it's possible, I haven't seen my mother pickle salted duck eggs."
"If you've been fooled, you can come to my house. My house is at the west end of Xiahe Village. My father's name is Zhu Shouyi."
It seemed that the child leaked the family information without any ulterior motives, and people thought he was a silly kid, but at the same time, people felt more relieved. I know your family, and if the things are not good, I can come to you, so more people are willing to buy things.
Most people bought some bamboo weavings needed for their homes, and some also bought a few small bamboo weavings to take home to appease their children. However, no one was interested in wild game delicacies, because most of the people were poor people, and they had eaten enough wild vegetables and bamboo shoots at home. What's more, if they wanted to eat, they would go to the mountains to pick them, so no one was interested in wild game delicacies.
Zhu's father was too busy collecting money, so Zhu Pingchuan helped people string the bamboo together with straw ropes for easy carrying.
Zhu Ping'an looked at it for a while and got a rough idea of the price. He then helped collect money and hand things over to people, and he was very busy and happy.
Because, it’s all about money.
Before long, the bamboo weavings were almost sold out, thanks to people's love of following the trend. If it were normal, even if we shouted, it would be impossible to sell so many so quickly.
The onlookers had almost all left, and only a bamboo basket and a broom were left on the stall. Of course, the wild game still remained unsold.
As for the rabbit skins, Zhu's father would deliver them to the grocery store when he was about to leave. Zhu's father was considered an old customer of the grocery store. Although he did not deliver much each time, he would go there once in a while.
Just when I was worrying about how to sell the delicacies from the wild game, someone actually came and asked about the price.
The visitor was the steward of a large family in the town. The old lady in the family was about to celebrate her sixtieth birthday. The eldest lady was planning a birthday banquet and wanted to prepare some dishes that the family had rarely eaten, so she gave the task of purchasing to the steward.
The housekeeper had walked around the market twice without finding the item, and was getting worried when he suddenly heard a clear child's voice.
“The wild game is delicious and inexpensive. It is fresh and delicious. Don’t miss it if you pass by...”
The housekeeper wanted to buy some, but there were too many people buying bamboo weavings, so he had to wait until everyone left before he could squeeze in.
"Brother, how do you sell these wild game delicacies?" the housekeeper stepped forward and asked.
Zhu's father had never sold wood ears, bamboo shoots, etc. before. He picked them for his own consumption. He picked a lot this time, and life was tight at home, so his grandmother asked him to bring them to try.
Father Zhu didn't know the price for a moment, he just said, "They are all picked at home, if you like them, just give me some."
faint
Is this how business is done?!
Zhu Ping'an simply wanted to kneel down to his father, and let others watch him do it. Isn't this the rhythm of paying a lot of money
"Well, let's put it this way. I see that you are having a hard time, and I just happen to need them. I'll give you forty cents for these wild mushrooms and bamboo shoots. Also, I'll pay for the bamboo basket to hold these wild delicacies." The housekeeper cleared his throat and said to Zhu's father with a smile.
Father Zhu thought the price was quite reasonable and his expression moved.
Zhu Ping'an felt that this housekeeper was cunning. It was obvious that Zhu Ping'an was surprised by these wild delicacies, but he only gave him forty cents. If he sold them to a restaurant, the price would at least double.
Zhu Ping'an was afraid that his father would nod in agreement, so he interrupted from the side, completely like a child, speaking whatever came to his mind without much logic, "My father took me and my brother up the mountain and it took us a whole day to pick so many. You know the mountains? There are bamboo shoots buried underground, and the fungus is on very tall trees. It's very tiring."
"How about this, I'll add another ten cents." The housekeeper felt that this chubby kid was a little difficult to deal with. He glanced at Zhu's father, thought for a moment and then said, "There are not many people in town who buy these things. I came here to buy them because the host is going to hold a birthday party. I'll give you fifty cents for the wild game, and ten cents for the bamboo basket and the broom. Sixty cents in total is fine, any more is really not enough."
Zhu's father found it unbelievable. His youngest son just said one word and the housekeeper added ten cents and bought all the remaining bamboo weavings.
Yes, that’s absolutely right. This is what Mr. Zhu thinks.
"Okay, okay." Father Zhu nodded repeatedly.
Although it was less than expected, since Zhu's father nodded, Zhu Ping'an remained silent.