Zhao Sanqi must be happy that Zhao Shanhe wants more goods, and he agreed without even thinking.
There is a shortage of everything in the countryside, except for these wild mountain products.
Every day after autumn, when villagers go up the mountain, they carry sack after sack home, waiting for mountain product sellers to come to the village to collect.
But the mountain goods dealers kept the price down too hard. They bought the mountain goods from the villagers for a few cents, and then sold them in the city for several cents, with the price doubled dozens of times.
The only reason is that the rural people are uneducated and have a narrow vision, and do not know how to bring the goods to the city and sell them themselves.
Zhao Sanqi had been reading for several years and had a vivid mind. Then he thought about taking the mountain goods hoarded at home to the city to make some money and try his luck. Unexpectedly, he met a great God of Wealth.
"Did you carry this thing from the village today?" Zhao Shanhe asked, and Zhao Sanqi nodded, and the shirt he was wearing was soaked with sweat.
Zhao Shanhe looked at the two sacks of mountain goods piled on the ground, weighing at least seventy or eighty kilograms.
It's not close from Stone Village to the city. It takes at least three or four hours to walk. This kid is carrying such a heavy cargo, and I'm afraid he will have to rush to the city in the middle of the night.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for this young man.
"Wait for me for a moment!"
After Zhao Shanhe finished speaking, he walked out.
After a while, he pushed the cart and handed ten meat buns to Zhao Sanqi.
I am a half-grown boy and a poor man.
He also came from Zhao Sanqi's age, and knew that pubertal boys have a big appetite, so he bought ten big meat buns, fearing that he would choke, and also bought a bottle of orange soda.
"Eat, go home when you're full, and bring more goods tomorrow. If we make money in the future, I'll give you a pedal-powered truck, and it will be easy for you to transport goods back and forth."
"Brother Zhao, you are so good to me. Let me kneel down and kowtow to you!"
Zhao Sanqi was so moved that he immediately wanted to kneel down. Seeing this, Zhao Shanhe quickly grabbed him and said, "Remember, there is gold under a man's knees. He must kneel to the sky and kneel to his parents!"
After saying that, he left with two sacks of goods and went to the family courtyard of the steel factory.
At the gate, he stuffed a handful of fungus into the old man at the door and walked in smoothly.
As soon as they entered the family courtyard, a group of people gathered around them.
"Zhiyou's wife, is she this guy?"
"That's him, stop him, don't let him go!"
Zhao Shanhe looked at this posture and his heart trembled.
Could it be that there was something wrong with the mountain goods sold yesterday?
He didn't dare to say anything. He put down the goods and took a look at the situation first.
I saw a middle-aged woman who bought his fungus yesterday. She was wearing an apron and rolled up her sleeves. She pointed at him and said as if she was going to fight: "Good boy, you brought so many mountain goods again today!"
"Sister, what do you mean by this?"
This group of women surrounded them with such ferocity that Zhao Shanhe was at a loss.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know what it means?"
"Where did you get this bastard?"
Several middle-aged women were talking to each other, as if they were being interrogated.
Zhao Shanhe scratched his head and said, "I told you when I sold it that it is purely wild in the countryside."
"Hey, no wonder, you are so good!"
Hearing this, Zhao Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your product is not only good, but the price is also cheap. I made fried fungus last night, and my man said it was delicious and asked me to buy more today!"
"Isn't that right? The salted fish you sell is also delicious, and the farmer's miso is also fresh. You said that this boy of yours is not only good-looking, but also has a sweet mouth, and the goods you sell are so good!"
Zhao Shanhe smiled. It only took one day for him to make a name for himself as a wild product. Today, he didn't have to go door to door to sell goods. He just stayed downstairs and the two big bags of wild goods were robbed.
There are still more than half of them that have not been grabbed and come back with empty vegetable baskets. Some women do not forget to ask him to bring more goods tomorrow after buying mountain goods before leaving.
Carrying out the empty sack, Zhao Shanhe felt relaxed. Today was smoother than yesterday. In less than an hour, the goods were all sold out. The best-selling items were the salted fish and farm sauce that Zhao Sanqi brought from home.
After returning to Laomin Street, Zhao Shanhe dusted off the dirt on his body and entered the small shop at the entrance of the alley.
In the small shop, several people were sitting, eating melon seeds and chatting.
When they saw Zhao Shanhe coming, they all stared at him, wanting to see what he, a poor man, could buy at the canteen.
"Here comes a bottle of canned peaches, a bottle of canned meat, and two bottles of malted milk."
These days, canned peaches and malted milk are not cheap, let alone canned meat. A can costs $1.50, and not many people in this alley can afford it.
Normally, small shop owners would not dare to buy more of these expensive items for fear of not being able to sell them.
But who lives in this alley, who doesn't know who Zhao Shanhe is? He owes a lot of famine, and the poor can hardly afford to eat.
The owner of the canteen hesitated for a while and said, "It's a small business. I don't do this on credit."
After hearing this, Zhao Shanhe licked his dry lips in displeasure, took out ten dollars and slapped it on the glass display cabinet of the small store.
Seeing that Zhao Shanhe could really get the money, the owner of the small shop quickly changed his expression and quickly picked out what he wanted.
“Total 3 yuan 8”
"No need to change the 4 yuan!"
Zhao Shanhe took back the original 10 yuan, took out 4 yuan and handed it over.
The shop owner was shocked when he saw this.
2 cents!
Keep the change, please?
When did this guy become so rich?
"Hey, it seems that Boss Zhao has made a lot of money. I wonder where he got rich recently?"
Zhao Shanhe was just about to go out with his things when he heard a strange sound. He stopped and his eyes fell on a woman.
The woman's name is Fang Mei. She is thirty years old. She is a well-known widow in Laomin Street. She works in a massage parlor and specializes in massaging men's feet.
Everyone knows what he is doing behind the scenes, but no one exposes it to his face. At most, he whispers behind his back.
Fang Mei is not a good person. She was the one who reported Zhao Shanhe when he was playing cards at home last year. As a result, Zhao Shanhe had to squat on a fence for half a month in the name of gathering people to gamble.
Originally, he had forgotten all about his hatred of Zhao Shanhe, but when he saw her face that turned into a female monster, he remembered it again.
"It's none of your business to get rich. Why, that old bachelor named Wang didn't steal your pants in the past two days!"
"Zhao Shanhe, what do you mean?"
Fang Mei suddenly blushed and got angry. Several people sitting in the small shop did not dare to say a word, and they all hid and watched the excitement.
After all, Fang Mei's scandal back then was brought out by Zhao Shanhe, which can be described as a good show.
"It doesn't mean anything. I just want to see you busy and I'm afraid you'll forget what happened back then. I'm trying to find some memories for you."
Zhao Shanhe's face was full of sarcasm, which made Fang Mei's teeth itch.
Speaking of this, Zhao Shanhe also found it funny.
A few years ago, Fang Mei's husband was still alive. When she came home from get off work, she discovered that Fang Mei was having an affair with Wang Guangguan, who lived in the next alley.
Wang Guangguan was afraid of being beaten, so he ran away with his pants up. Unexpectedly, Fang Mei's pants were still hanging on his waistband. He ran all the way, and Fang Mei's pants were floating on his waistband. All the way.
This matter was clearly seen by the neighbors in the alley.
