In the Luocheng Market, among the dark crowds, Shang Jiuge in white was standing in the crowd, beside him was a straw-covered cart with a colorful tiger lying on its back.
The tiger has a grass sign stuck on its head and a sign hanging on it.
Black and white.
Fifty liang each.
The so-called hero is short of breath, a tiger falls flat and is bullied by a dog, Qin Qiong sells his horse, and Yang Zhi sells his sword. They are all poor and helpless.
But no one has ever sold a tiger on the street.
Except for Shang Jiuge.
Because Shang Jiuge is selling tigers now.
Fifty-two pieces each, limited sale, only one in the world, first come first served.
Shang Jiuge chased this tiger for almost a whole night before he caught up. Hujiang always chased others, and he had never been chased so embarrassingly by others. In the end, he was panting and forced to fight Shang Jiuge hand-to-hand, and was beaten by that fancy fist. I don’t know how many hits he took before he collapsed. After all, Shang Jiuge was not a player like Wu Song. He could hold down the tiger and beat him hard.
She is more like a light assassin. I can hit you, but you can't hit me. She fights and attacks, kills her with one blow, and finally carries the tiger out of the forest, intending to carry it to Luo City.
It can only be said that Shang Jiuge has really worked hard.
Now this tiger has been dead for less than half a day, and its body is not stiff yet. Moreover, because it was killed by fists, its fur is not damaged at all. One paw is almost as big as a human head. It is placed on the straw like this, with its head There are also grass signs inserted.
It can be said that the situation has reached this point, and it really can no longer decline.
But Shang Jiuge was very dissatisfied.
At this time, her tiger stall had been crowded into three floors inside and three floors outside. Everyone was commenting on the tigers and marveling at them, but the sign that clearly said fifty taels per tiger was written in black and white.
But no one came out to ask the price.
This made Shang Jiuge very depressed.
"Don't any of you want to buy it?" Shang Jiuge couldn't help but ask.
The people around him were silent.
Fifty taels for a tiger, it’s really super cheap when you think about it.
Just peeling off the tiger skin would cost more than fifty taels.
But the question is, how many of the people watching today can come up with fifty taels?
Fifty taels of silver is really not a small amount of money. Ten stones of grain is enough to buy one acre of fertile land. One tael of silver can almost buy two stones of grain. In other words, fifty taels of silver can buy ten acres of fertile land.
Who can casually take out fifty taels of cash?
Even if you can take it out casually, like Sheng Junqian, he certainly has more than fifty taels on him.
But why would you buy such a big tiger?
Pushing a shelf cart away?
Therefore, selling tigers on the street happens only once in a century, and the little girl selling the tiger is fair, delicate, and very lovable.
Therefore, it is not surprising at all to say that there are three layers inside and three layers outside.
but.
Who buys it?
"Girl, we are just watching the excitement, we really can't afford it." Some people in the front row looked at Shang Jiuge and said sincerely. "After all, fifty taels for a tiger seems not expensive, but there are really not many people who can afford fifty taels of cash."
"Even if you can afford it, you still have to be willing to buy it." Someone else echoed.
Shang Jiuge felt a little helpless.
Her favorite transaction was to pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. Since the tiger was worth fifty taels of silver, someone would come up and take out fifty taels of silver and push the tiger away. She took the money to return He Ping and took Feiye with her. The sword leaves.
What a simple and obvious thing.
But when I operate it, it's completely different from what I imagined, okay?
Now it seems that hunting the tiger is the easiest step in the whole process.
Shang Jiuge looked at Sheng Junqian. This young man had been standing next to him. He didn't actually help much, but he didn't stay away at all.
"Do you have any good ideas?" Shang Jiuge asked.
Shang Jiuge is the straightest and fastest sword in the world, but no matter how straight or fast she is, she can't force others to buy her tiger.
"Do you know the profession of butcher?" Sheng Junqian asked.
"You know, someone who specializes in cutting ten pounds of lean meat into stuffing, ten pounds of fat meat and ten pounds of golden cartilage?" Shang Jiuge asked.
Sheng Junqian covered his face: "Water Margin, don't watch so many young ladies."
"A butcher, simply put, is one who kills pigs and sells meat." Sheng Junqian corrected: "At the same time, those who kill dogs and sheep are also called butchers."
"There are not so many people in this world who eat hair and drink blood. If I give you a whole pig, not many people in this world will eat it." When Sheng Junqian said this, Shang Jiuge interrupted: "I can. "
Shang Jiuge grilled fish and rabbit himself, and even if it was a wild boar, he could still roast pig legs if it fell down.
All delicious.
Shang Jiuge verified it with his tongue and stomach.
"When did you have the illusion that you are the majority of people in this world?" Sheng Junqian looked at Shang Jiuge and asked.
"In short, everyone eats pork, but who kills the pigs and cuts the meat themselves?"
"If you like to eat pig intestines, pull the pig intestines by yourself, and if you like to eat pig trotters, cut off the pig trotters by yourself? If you like to eat braised pork, or eat ribs, do you want to chop off a piece of it yourself?"
Sheng Junqian patted the big tiger beside him, looked at Shang Jiuge and said with a smile, "The person who did this is a butcher."
"Butchers don't just kill pigs."
"He is also responsible for carving open the pig. The meat is meat, the bones are bones, the internal organs are internal organs, the pig's trotters are pig's trotters, the pig ears are used for wine, and the ribs are stewed in soup."
"That's what a butcher does."
"So a pig can only gain its true value when it goes to the butcher."
"The price of a pig may only be five taels of silver, but when it goes to the butcher, after the parts are dismantled and sold, it may be sold for more than ten taels of silver."
"The butcher receives a pig for five taels of silver and sells it for ten taels of silver. This is the butcher's income from his work."
Shang Jiuge looked at Sheng Junqian.
She somewhat understood what Sheng Junqian meant.
"So." Shang Jiuge said.
"So, there are butchers in this world who kill pigs, sheep, cattle and dogs, but there are no butchers who kill tigers." Sheng Junqian nodded and said: "You are a whole tiger, even if someone needs to buy it back, but How does he handle it?"
“Some people want tiger skin, some want tiger teeth, some want tiger bones, and some want tiger meat to eat, but I’m afraid there aren’t many people who want all of these.”
"Okay, I understand." Shang Jiuge nodded.
Sheng Junqian felt that Shang Jiuge didn't understand.
Shang Jiuge looked at the dark crowd in front of him: "Which of you knows how to kill a tiger? Please take this tiger away quickly."
The girl's expression was very serious: "I originally liked this butcher, but when I think about it, it's too troublesome to kill, and it's also very troublesome to sell."
"If any of you wants to kill a tiger, I'll sell it to you for fifty taels."
"Only fifty taels."
Before he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly parted like a tide, and four officials rushed over fiercely.
"It's you, you're here to sell things at the Luocheng market. Have you got the official documents?"
They said fiercely to Shang Jiuge.
