Chapter 591 Selling Melons (1)
When others sell melons, he buys melons. It's not enough to sell him cheaply, he has to let others give him watermelons for free, and then he can embezzle a whole cart of watermelons openly and justly. He didn't expect that there are such shameless people in the world.
Are you still a person who is familiar with the books of sages? Are you doing human affairs?
The people on the second floor opposite couldn’t despise Zhu Ping’an outside the window any more. The dignified number one scholar dared to be so worthless when it came to eating and drinking, even cheating on watermelons! How much do you need this?
“Well, it’s a free gift.”
Zhu Pingan looked at the old melon seller and nodded, then repeated it again.
The old man selling watermelon looked pale, his body swayed, and he seemed to be unsteady on his feet. He couldn't catch his breath for a long time, "Sir, are you kidding me? "
"No kidding." Zhu Pingan shook his head, and then comforted the old man, "Don't worry, I won't let you lose."
Won't let me lose? !
Ahem, after hearing this, the old man selling melons felt like he was falling into the abyss. He sensed the sinister nature of people’s hearts. He gave away a whole cart of watermelons for nothing. How could he not lose money?
There was a burst of booing on the second floor of the restaurant opposite. I thought someone outside the window was shameless enough, but I didn’t expect that he could be even more shameless. He was really treating this old man like a three-year-old child! It's really shameless to let others give it away for free, and then say that they won't let anyone lose! As a human being, you can’t be too generous!
Seeing the old man's expression as if he had met a dog official, Zhu Pingan touched his nose, shook his head and smiled, then picked a larger watermelon from the car, picked it up and handed it to the old man.
Hahaha, the old man took the watermelon with a blank look on his face.
"Old man, you have a lot of life experience. How do you feel how heavy this watermelon is when you weigh it with your hands?" Zhu Pingan asked.
Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials.
The old man didn't want to, but who would let someone be an official? What could a common man do? So he weighed it with his hands, felt it, and then said, "About ten kilograms."
" Be precise, accurate to two." Zhu Pingan shook his head.
"Twelve pounds." The old man felt it again and estimated a more accurate weight.
"Old man, please use the scale to weigh it again." Zhu Pingan nodded and asked the old man to use the watermelon scale to weigh it.
“Twelve catties and six taels.”
The old man put the watermelon into the bag, then skillfully picked up the steelyard, hooked the iron hook hanging under the scale through the mouth of the bag, picked up the rope on the steelyard with his hand, lifted it up, adjusted the weight until the steelyard was balanced, and then said Accurate weight.
Zhu Ping'an nodded with satisfaction, then picked out another watermelon and asked the old man to weigh it with his hands again to estimate the precise weight.
“Ten and a half pounds.” The old man estimated.
Zhu Ping'an asked the old man to weigh the weight again with a steelyard, and the result was ten catties and nine taels. Although the old man's estimate was relatively close, there was still an error of four taels, which was close to half a catty.
Then, Zhu Ping'an picked another smaller watermelon, and once again asked the old man to weigh it with his hands to estimate the weight, and then weighed it with a steelyard.
The old man repeated this a total of six times.
"What is he doing? It's like he's possessed."
In the private room on the second floor of the restaurant opposite, a little maid looked out the window and asked in confusion.
"Obviously, he is picking watermelons. Look at the watermelons he picks. They are either big or sweet-looking. He picked all the good watermelons." The girl next to him replied confidently. road.
Then, several girls nearby nodded vigorously, feeling that the analysis made sense.
After repeating it six times, Zhu Pingan walked up to the old man selling melons and whispered something to the old man in a low voice. While speaking, he gestured with his hands, as if he was analyzing with the old man.
"Mysterious." The restaurant on the second floor opposite couldn't hear what Zhu Ping'an said to the old man, so he couldn't help but pout and sneered.
But the strange thing is that with Zhu Pingan's words, the old man's face slowly changed from dark to natural, then to rosy, as if he was a little excited.
"Can it be done?" The old man was still a little unsure.
"Didn't you try it just now? You should know better than me whether it can work." Zhu Ping'an slightly raised the corners of his lips, his eyes shining with confidence, like torches in the dark night, "Also Want to try again? ”
"There's no need to try again. I trust you, sir. Just do as you say." The old man seemed to be infected by Zhu Ping'an's confidence. He shook his head vigorously, indicating that there was no need to try again.
Old man, you have been fooled!
Except for what Zhu Pingan said to the old man just now, I could vaguely hear the following conversations on the second floor opposite. Seeing that the old man selling melons seemed to have been deceived by Zhu Pingan, everyone was surprised. The little mouth was opened in a round shape, and the old man selling melons was very nervous.
I hate that iron cannot become steel.
Next, they saw the old man selling melons being "cheated" by Zhu Pingan. If the master hadn't refused, they would have wanted to expose Zhu Pingan's true face loudly.
"Then the old man went to buy paper."
The little maids looked at the old man selling melons and went to a nearby pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop to buy a piece of rough white paper.
“I also borrowed pen and ink from someone else’s shop.” Another little maid added.
"The liar has picked up the pen and wants to write?" When the little maids saw the old man selling melons buying a piece of paper and borrowing pen and ink, they saw the liar Zhu Pingan in their mouths, and then After passing the pen and ink, I started writing on the white paper just now.
“I didn’t expect that person to be bad, but his handwriting is pretty good.”
"It's so good, how could it be as good as our lady's writing."
For a while, several heads looked out the window on the second floor, curiously looking at the scene outside the window.
Soon, Zhu Pingan finished writing, pasted the white paper on a wooden board, and then erected it in front of the watermelon cart.
The top line of the white paper, in capital letters, says: Free watermelon; the second line, in slightly smaller characters, says: Guess the weight of the watermelon, within two taels, and the watermelon will be taken away for free, no Received a penny; within the error of two taels, I bought watermelons for six cents per catty. The last line is a modern standard advertising slogan: Pass by, don’t miss it.
After it was erected, Zhu Pingan asked the old man to shout loudly next to him, also for those who are illiterate, "Don't miss it if you pass by, we are giving away watermelons for free."
What, free watermelon?
It’s really free watermelon.
The curious people nearby stopped when they heard this, and then stopped again. They found that what they heard was still free watermelon, so they gathered around.
For a time, the three floors inside and the three floors outside were all crowded with people. When the old man saw so many people coming to the watermelon stall, he shouted even louder in excitement, and more people came and crowded in. (End of this chapter)