Chapter 17: Selling

Zhu Pingchuan led Zhu Ping'an out of the medicine hall, and when he looked back at the medicine hall, he still felt incredible, as if in a dream.

When the two returned to Zhu's father's stall and told him about it, Zhu's father was also shocked. It was not until he saw 120 coins in the backpack and two silver nuggets in his youngest son's pocket that he believed this absurd thing.

Zhu's father counted the copper coins and confirmed that the 120 coins were correct. He hurriedly wrapped them with a piece of rag and put them in the basket, and then covered them with a bamboo strip.

"The silver nuggets in your pocket must be packed well." Zhu's father reminded him again and again. In the eyes of farmers, two silver nuggets can be regarded as a lot of money.

"Yeah." Zhu Ping'an also nodded again and again.

Looking at his youngest son, Zhu's father 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 Pingan looked at his father's street stall. It seemed that he only sold about four or five items, and the others were not sold.

After a while, he knew why his father couldn't sell anything.

Zhu's father sold things by chance. He didn't even hawk, nor did he actively solicit customers. He just waited for people to come.

Before Zhu Pingan came here, he used to go out to set up a street stall at night to sell socks and gloves for living expenses. Setting up a stall was to see who could talk. It was not an exhibition. Besides, there were explanations at the exhibition.

"The wild game is delicious and not expensive. It is fresh and beautiful. Don't miss it if you pass by..."

The child's voice is nice, and he is a lovable kid. It is quite attractive.

Zhu's father and his elder brother Zhu Pingchuan were a little embarrassed. They were both a little embarrassed.

Zhu's father asked Zhu Pingan how he could hawk.

Zhu Pingan answered naturally that he had just heard someone shouting like that on the way to the pharmacy, so he learned to shout like that.

Children are at the age when they like to repeat what others say, so Zhu's father was relieved.

"Bamboo weaving, it's beautiful and useful, you won't suffer a loss if you buy it, and you won't be cheated if you use it." Zhu Pingan looked at people gathering around, as if he saw countless silver rushing in, and he shouted even more vigorously.

People gradually gathered around, and at this time Zhu's father naturally came to greet them.

Of course, some people teased Zhu Pingan.

"Kid, how good is your bamboo weaving?"

"Can your wild game be used to make elixirs?"

"What if I get cheated if I buy it back?"

For these jokes, Zhu Pingan naturally played to his advantage as a child and answered without restraint.

"Very good, very good."

"Salted eggs are pickled, not refined. I don't know if it's okay. I haven't seen my mother pickle salted duck eggs."

"If you're fooled, you can go to my house. My house is at the west end of Xiahe Village. My father's name is Zhu Shouyi."

The child seemed to have no intention of revealing information about his family. People thought he was a silly child, but at the same time, people felt relieved. I know your family. If the things are not good, I can go to you, so more people are willing to buy things.

Most people bought some bamboo weavings needed at home, and some bought a few small bamboo weavings to comfort their children. However, no one was interested in wild game, because most people were poor families. They had eaten enough wild vegetables and bamboo shoots at home. Besides, if they wanted to eat, they would go to the mountains to pick them, so no one was interested in wild game.

Zhu's father was too busy collecting money, and Zhu Pingchuan also helped to string the bamboo weavings with straw ropes for easy carrying.

Zhu Pingan looked at it for a while and knew the general price. He helped to collect money and pass things to people, and he was very busy.

Because, it was all money.

Not long after, the bamboo weaving was almost sold out, thanks to people's love of following the trend. If it were normal times, even if he shouted, it would be impossible 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 wild game was still not sold.

As for the rabbit skin, Zhu's father sent it to the grocery store when he was about to leave. Zhu's father was also an old customer of the grocery store. Although he didn't send much each time, he would go there every once in a while.

Just when I was worrying about how to sell the wild game, someone came to ask the price.

The person who came was the housekeeper of a big family in the town. The old lady of the family was about to celebrate her 60th birthday. The eldest lady wanted to prepare some dishes that the family had not eaten much, so she gave the job of purchasing to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper was walking around the market for two rounds but couldn't find it. He was worried when he suddenly heard a clear child's voice.

"Wild game is delicious and inexpensive. It's fresh and delicious. Don't miss it if you pass by..."

The housekeeper wanted to buy it, but there were too many people buying bamboo weaving, so he squeezed in after people left.

"Brother, how do you sell these wild game?" The housekeeper asked.

Zhu's father had never sold these fungus and bamboo shoots before. He picked them for himself. This time he picked more, and the family was in a tight situation, so his grandmother asked him to bring them to try.

Zhu's father didn't know the price for a while, but just said, "They are all picked at home. If you like them, just give them as you see fit."

Dizzy

Is this how business is done? !

Zhu Ping'an almost knelt down to his father. Let people watch him give him money. Isn't this the rhythm of losing money?

"Well, let's put it this way. I see that you are not doing well, and I just happen to need it. I will give you 40 coins for these wild mushrooms and bamboo shoots. I will also pay for the bamboo basket to hold these wild game." The housekeeper cleared his throat and said to Zhu's father with a smile.

Zhu's father thought that this price was very good, and his face moved.

Zhu Ping'an felt that this housekeeper was cunning. He could clearly see that he was surprised by these wild game, but he only gave 40 coins. If he sold it to a restaurant, the price could at least double.

Zhu Ping'an was afraid that his father would nod in agreement, so he interrupted from the side, just like a child who spoke whatever he thought of without much logic, "My father took me and my brother to the mountain for 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 child was a bit difficult to deal with. He glanced at Zhu's father, thought about it and then said, "There are not many families in the town who buy these things. I came here to buy them because the host's family is going to hold a birthday banquet. I'll give you fifty cents for the wild game, and ten cents for the bamboo basket and the broom. A total of sixty cents is OK, more than that is really not acceptable."

Zhu's father felt it was incredible. His youngest son just said a word, and the housekeeper added ten cents, and even bought all the remaining bamboo weavings.

Yes, it's really good, this is what Zhu's father said.

"Okay, okay." Zhu's father nodded repeatedly.

Although it was less than expected, Zhu's father nodded, so Zhu Ping'an remained silent.