Chapter 9 Setting up a stall to sell knives was cheated
Wuheng Town is one of the seven towns in Wu County, Tiancang State. It is a small town with 100 households located in the easternmost part of the country.
Although this town is small, its strategic location is extremely important. From here, you can reach the border and enter another neighboring country seventy miles west.
And the most important thing is that this town is known for its iron tools, such as swords, swords and halberds, sling chariots, transportation equipment, etc. Most of them are produced here, so whenever there is a market, this place is bound to be crowded with people.
Because Gu Chan and Zhang Wanshan got up early in the morning, when they arrived at the town market, the sun had just emerged from the east.
The market is a long street that is hundreds of meters long. There are many stalls on both sides of the street. These stalls include food stalls, ironware stalls, medicinal herb stalls, furniture stalls, etc. As soon as people walk in, they can feel There was a nice smell of fireworks.
Behind the various stalls, there are two rows of houses, each with a shop on the first floor.
Speaking of these shops, Gu Chan was really dazzled.
She followed Zhang Wanshan as she walked through the market streets. She kept tilting her head to look at the shops on both sides, and found that there were all kinds of pawn shops, wine shops, rice shops, salt shops, etc.
What made her feel most shy were the green shops lined up on both sides of the market.
Unlike ancient China, which was called a brothel, Tiancang Kingdom called this kind of entertainment venue "Qingpu".
Needless to say, the women here are all dressed in scantily clad clothes, and their attire is very coquettish and eye-catching.
Zhang Wanshan walked for a while and noticed something was wrong in Gu Chan's eyes. He quickly reached out and pulled her over and said, "Sex is a knife in the head. You are still young. Don't be fooled by beauty. We poor people can't afford the money." Go to Qingpu and have fun, and when you grow up and make money, grandpa will help you find a wife in the village. "
"..." Gu Chan.
grandfather!
I am a woman, a woman!
I can be someone else's wife, but marrying my own wife is probably not realistic.
At this moment, Gu Chan really wanted to tell Zhang Wanshan these words, but in the end she held back.
The two of them walked forward in silence for a while, until they saw an empty stall on the right side in front of the market, then they stopped and occupied the stall, and began to take out the knives from the baskets on their backs and place them on the ground. sell.
While waiting for customers to come to her door, Gu Chan looked to both sides. On the left side of their stall was a medicinal herb stall. There were various medicinal herbs on the stall, but they were just ordinary medicinal herbs, far inferior to those hidden in her arms. The spiritual grass redbud and blood red grass are precious.
On the right side of their booth was their colleague, an old woman leading a teenage boy selling knives.
Originally, when colleagues met, they were always very jealous, but it seemed that the old woman and Zhang Wanshan were very familiar with each other, and the two quickly started chatting.
Zhang Wanshan said, "Old woman, look at the grandson I picked up. He is handsome and talented. He is much more lovable than your grandson."
The old woman rolled her eyes at Gu Chan and said with a hint of sourness, "Tch! Look at his thin arms and legs, how can he compare to my grandson? You damn old man, you better think about how to sell the knife for money today." Pay the poll tax!"
"My knife is much better than yours, you should just worry about yourself!"
"I'm telling you, I've heard that your grandson has offended someone, and you will definitely not be able to sell a single knife today."
The old woman chuckled and suddenly said this.
Zhang Wanshan's face turned pale on the spot. He looked at Gu Chan with a worried expression, and his mood instantly fell to the bottom.
Gu Chan comforted her softly, "Grandpa, don't worry, we will sell them slowly. As long as our knives are of good quality, we are not afraid that no one will buy them."
"I hope so!" Zhang Wanshan sighed with a bitter look on his face.
Next, the two of them sat by the stall and waited.
Feeling bored, Gu Chan looked at the middle-aged man sitting behind the herb stall on the left, "Brother, how do you sell these herbs?"
"Why do you want to buy it?" The big man looked curious. Gu Chan chuckled, "I'm just curious. If medicinal herbs make money, I would like to dig up medicinal herbs and sell them in the future."
"Nowadays, the price of ordinary medicinal herbs is not high. Only high-grade medicinal herbs can be sold at a good price."
"What are the levels of herbs?"
"The kind I sell is common grass, followed by mysterious grass, spiritual grass, fairy grass, and divine grass. If you are lucky enough to encounter a sacred grass, you won't have to worry about eating and drinking in this life." The man’s honest explanation.
Gu Chan nodded secretly after hearing this, and then realized that the medicinal herbs in this world are divided into five levels. The lowest-level common herbs are not worth much, and the highest-level sacred herbs are worth a lot of money.
So now comes the problem!
According to what the big man said, the higher the grade of herbs, the higher the price.
There is a spiritual herb like Redbud and Blood Red Grass hidden in her arms. How much is this spiritual herb worth?
Thinking of this, Gu Chan deliberately said tentatively, "How dare I think about the magical grass! It would be good to be lucky enough to get one. Brother, what's the price of the magical grass?"
"I don't know, you have to go to the drug store and ask." The big man shook his head, ignored Gu Chan, and started shouting to himself.
Gu Chan curled her lips, thinking that it was necessary to be on guard against others. For now, she had better keep a low profile and don't expose the Redbud Red Grass easily, otherwise she would suffer big losses if something went wrong.
Thinking like this, Gu Chan calmed down and continued to guard the stall with Zhang Wanshan, waiting for customers to come.
But what made her feel uncomfortable was that the truth was exactly as the old woman said.
During this morning, the market-goers didn't even visit their stalls.
By noon, all the knives owned by the old woman next to her were sold out, and they still had not sold a single knife.
Zhang Wanshan sat behind the stall, anxious tears welling up in his eyes, and he was almost crying.
The old woman ordered her grandson to close the stall, while she quietly put two copper coins into Zhang Wanshan's hands, and carefully whispered in his ear, "You haven't eaten yet. Take these two coins to buy steamed buns to fill your stomach first." Sell it slowly.”
"Old lady, thank you very much." Zhang Wanshan thanked him with tears in his eyes.
The old woman shook her head and sighed, "I heard last night that Zhao Erniu told the outside world that anyone who dares to buy your knives today is going against him. We don't want to offend him, so naturally we don't dare to buy your knives."
"Hey! Why am I so miserable!"
Zhang Wanshan finally couldn't bear it any longer, tears burst out of his eyes, and he burst into tears.
"Okay, you are quite old, there is nothing to cry about. Let me tell you, you should go back to the village as soon as possible, take your grandson to kneel down and kowtow to apologize to him, and admit your mistake. Then you can come back tomorrow, for sure. Just sold out the knives.”
After the old woman finished speaking, she didn't dare to stay any longer. She immediately put her empty basket on her back and left with her grandson in hand.
Zhang Wanshan squeezed the two coins in his hand tightly, crying and gnashing his teeth in hatred.
Originally, as an old blacksmith with superb skills, the knives he made were considered to be top-notch weapons in the entire Wuheng Town. In the past, every time he came to the market to sell knives, he would sell them out quickly and go back without worrying about anyone buying them.
Damn it, Zhao Erniu, used such a despicable and shameless method to secretly plot against someone.
How can this not make people angry?
Gu Chan sat aside with a stiff face and clenched her fists, feeling both angry and distressed for her grandfather.
But she soon calmed down and a smirk appeared on her lips.
Dry! Zhao Erniu!
If I don’t deal with you, you bastard, my journey through time will be in vain.
(End of chapter)