Chapter 17 Selling
Zhu Pingchuan led Zhu Ping'an out of the medicine hall. Looking back at the medicine hall, he still felt incredible, as if he was in a dream.
When the two of them returned to Zhu’s father’s stall and mentioned it to Zhu’s father, Zhu’s father was also shocked until he saw 120 Wen coins lying in the basket on his back and his younger son’s pocket. Only two silver naked men believed this ridiculous thing.
Father Zhu counted the copper coins and confirmed that the 120 coins were correct. He hurriedly wrapped it with a rag and put it in the basket, and then covered it with a bamboo strip.
"The silver nuggets in your pocket must be packed." Father Zhu warned over and over again. In the eyes of farmers, two silver nuggets can be regarded as a lot of money.
"Yeah." Zhu Pingan nodded over and over again.
Looking at his little son, Zhu’s father really didn’t know what to say. This little son was so lucky. The wild flowers he picked by accident could actually be sold for money.
Zhu Ping'an looked at his father's street stall. It seemed that he only sold about four or five items, and the others were not sold or returned.
After staying for a while, I realized why my father couldn't sell anything.
Zhu's father really relies on fate when selling things. He doesn't bring any hawkers, nor does he take the initiative to solicit customers. He just waits for others to come over.
In the past, before Zhu Pingan came here, he would set up a street stall at night to sell some socks, gloves and the like for living expenses. The purpose of setting up a stall was to see who could tell. It was not an exhibition, and besides, the exhibition had commentary.
“The delicacies of wild game are delicious and not expensive. They are fresh and beautiful. Don’t miss them when you pass by.”
The child’s voice is nice and he is another lovable kid. , quite attractive.
Zhu's father and his eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan were both a little embarrassed, and both of them were a little embarrassed.
Zhu’s father asked Zhu Ping’an how he could hawk.
Zhu Pingan answered naturally that he had just learned to shout after hearing someone shouting like this on the way to the medicine hall.
Children are at the age where they like to pick up on people’s wisdom, and Father Zhu was relieved.
"Bamboo weaving, it looks good and is easy to use. You won't suffer any loss after buying it, and you won't be deceived after using it." Zhu Pingan looked at people coming around, as if he saw countless money rushing in, hawking I feel even more energetic when I get up.
People gradually gathered around, and Father Zhu naturally came over to say hello.
Of course, some people tease Zhu Pingan.
"Child, how good is your bamboo weaving?"
"Can your delicacies and game be used to make elixirs?"
"What if I buy them back and get scammed?"
In response to these ridicules, Zhu Ping'an naturally used his advantages as a child and responded childishly.
“Very good, very good.”
"Salted eggs are pickled, not refined, and I don't know if they can be used. I have never seen my mother pickle salted duck eggs."
"If you are fooled, you can go to my house. My house is in the west of Xiahe Village. Boss, my father’s name is Zhu Shouyi.”
It seems that the child revealed the family information without any thought. People thought that the child was stupid, but at the same time, people were relieved a lot. I know your family. If the things are not good, I can go to you, so There are more people willing to buy things.
Most people bought some bamboo weavings they needed at home, and some also bought a few small bamboo weavings to go back to comfort their children. However, no one cared about the delicacies and game, because most of the people were from poor families. They can eat enough wild vegetables and bamboo shoots at home. Besides, if they want to eat, they will go to the mountains to pick them. Therefore, no one cares about the delicacies of the mountains and game.
Zhu's father was busy collecting money on the side, and Zhu Pingchuan also helped people string up the bamboo braids with straw ropes for easy portability.
Zhu Ping'an looked at it for a while and knew the approximate price. He was very busy helping to collect money and deliver things to people.
Because, it’s all money.
It didn’t take long before the bamboo weaving was almost sold out. This was thanks to the fact that people liked to follow the trend. If things were normal, even if they shouted, they wouldn't be able to sell so much so quickly.
The onlookers had almost left, and there was only a bamboo basket and a broom left on the stall. Of course, the delicacies and game were still not sold.
As for the rabbit skin, Father Zhu delivered it to the grocery store when he was about to leave. Father Zhu is also a regular customer of the grocery store. Although he doesn’t deliver much each time, he still goes there every once in a while. .
Just when I was worrying about how to sell the delicacies and game, someone unexpectedly came to ask for the price.
The visitor is the housekeeper of a large family in the town. The old lady in the family is about to celebrate her 60th birthday. The eldest lady is planning a birthday banquet and wants to prepare some dishes that the family has not eaten much. The job was left to the butler.
The housekeeper was wandering around the market for two times but couldn't find it. He was worried when he suddenly heard a clear child's voice.
“The delicacies of the mountains are delicious and not expensive. They are fresh and beautiful. Don’t miss them when you pass by.”
The housekeeper wanted to buy them, but there were too many people buying bamboo woven products. Wait until people leave before squeezing in.
"Brother, how do you sell this delicacy?" The steward stepped forward and asked.
Zhu’s father had never sold these fungus, bamboo shoots, etc. before. He picked them all for himself to eat. This time he picked more, and life at home was tight, so his grandmother asked him to bring them to try. try.
Father Zhu didn’t know the price for a while, he just said, “They are all picked at home. If you like them, just give them some if you see.”
Halo
Is this how business is done? !
Zhu Ping'an almost knelt down in front of his father and let others watch. Isn't this the rhythm of Xiang Xiang's compensation?
"Well, let's see. I think it's not easy for you, and I happen to need it. Counting these mountain mushrooms and bamboo shoots, I can give you forty coins. I will also provide you with the bamboo basket. Use the money to buy these delicacies and game." The steward cleared his throat and said to Zhu's father with a smile.
Father Zhu thought the price was quite good, and his face moved.
Zhu Pingan felt that this butler was cunning. It was obvious that he was surprised by these delicacies, but he only paid forty coins. If he sold them to a restaurant, the price would be at least double. times.
Zhu Ping'an was afraid that his father would nod in agreement, so he interrupted at the side. He was like a child, thinking about that and saying that, without much logic, "My father led me and my brother to spend a whole day. It takes time to go up the mountain to collect so much. Do you know that in the mountains, there are bamboo shoots buried in the ground, and this fungus is on a very high tree, which is very tiring.”
"Okay, let me add ten more coins." The housekeeper felt that this chubby child was a bit difficult to deal with. He glanced at Zhu's father sideways, thought about it in his mind and then said, "Buy these things in the town. There aren't many people here, so I came here to buy some delicacies from the mountains because my host was having a birthday party. You give me fifty cents, and I’ll give you ten cents for the bamboo basket and the broom. A total of sixty cents is fine, but any more is really not enough.”
Father Zhu felt so incredible that his youngest son. Just saying a word, the housekeeper added ten coins and bought all the remaining bamboo weavings.
Yes, that’s great. This is what Zhu’s father said.
"Okay, okay." Father Zhu nodded repeatedly.
Although it was less than expected, Father Zhu nodded and Zhu Pingan remained silent. (End of chapter)