Lao Wang from the next village picked up two hams and found Zheng Bajin sweating.
Zheng Bajin frowned, looked at the old man, and thought to himself: "This old guy can do it. He actually learned to bypass the middleman and make the difference."
So, he said with a smile: "Old man, why don't you sell it to people who come to the village to receive the goods?"
"Oh, stop talking. That guy looks like a human being, but he actually made money from me and only gave me one yuan a pound." Lao Wang said bitterly.
"But if you pick it here, it's only worth one yuan per catty!" Zheng Bajin said sternly, thinking to himself: If someone buys it from your house, can you make it without making a little profit?
Lao Wang was confused: "???"
No, I heard that that guy could sell it for 5 cents more per pound if he changed his hands. Could it be a lie?
"If you don't believe it, ask other people. It's the same here. Others take it and only give one yuan per catty. You should take it back and sell it!"
"Young man, I have chosen this place. You see, it is not easy. Can you give me a few more points of hard-earned money?"
"No, the rules can't be messed up." Zheng Bajin said, "If I take your ham at a high price, wouldn't that be a pity to other people? And I'm also sorry to the young man who helped me buy the ham. It's not easy for him, more than ten miles away. The journey here comes rain or shine, and I can’t make much money in a day.” Zheng Bajin said with a smile.
"Forget it, I won't bargain with you. If you give me a penny more per pound, just take pity on the old man." Lao Wang said with a somewhat pitiful look, but he cursed in his heart: You kid told me the rules, and your hair didn't even grow. Qi, he still knows the rules, isn't he just a profiteer, trying every means to lower the price?
"No, not a penny more, just one piece. Otherwise, you can pick it back and sell it to that young man!" Zheng Bajin refused to give in. He offered a fixed price and showed no regard for human kindness or martial ethics.
"Young man, how could this be? Why are you like this?" Lao Wang was so angry that he had to go next door. However, if you are angry, you will naturally not take it back. Just take one piece and sell it to Zheng Bajin.
At this time, someone happened to be watching and spread the news about what he had done.
Those villagers who wanted to bypass Zhang Xiaoyang and pick the ham directly here gave up this thankless approach.
However, no one knew that when Zheng Bajin was weighing, he lifted the scale beam and gave Lao Wang two more pounds.
Of course, Lao Wang didn't know. He took the money and took a few steps, spat bitterly, and cursed: "This young man doesn't care about the old man, so he will die a good death!"
This was just what Qingqing heard. She glanced at Zheng Bajin and said, "Why are you like this? No wonder people say that you, such an old man, have been chosen. At least give him two more cents of hard-earned money."
"No, you don't understand this. If you give him two more points, people won't have to flock here, and Zhang Xiaoyang will have a hard time receiving the goods, so he will be free. But, I don't have to be exhausted, so the middleman still has to Make some money for others."
Zheng Bajin said with a smile: "These are business rules. If you want to do great things, you must abide by them."
Qingqing doesn’t quite understand.
But Nian Jian'an nodded, looked at Qingqing and said: "Eight pounds has its own reasons, so don't try to compromise. I also saw that he just gave the old man a few extra pounds."
Qingqing: "..."
It's hard to tell that Zheng Bajin is quite caring.
When Zhang Xiaoyang returned to the village, it was almost dark.
Zheng Bajin was very happy to see him collect most of the cart of ham. The three men unloaded the goods together. Zheng Bajin explained his intention: "After a while, after dinner, Xiaoyang helped pull a cart of fried ham into the city. Then, on the way back tomorrow, you can continue to buy fresh ones.”
Zhang Xiaoyang's movements froze, and Zheng Bajin didn't give him a chance to refute, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you don't have to pay for the gas money for this trip, I will pay for it."
"No, what I'm saying is, why didn't you deliver it in person?" Zhang Xiaoyang cursed secretly, am I such a stingy person?
You've been so kind to me and given me the opportunity to make money. I don't care about gas money at all.
"I want to go too, but you can't do things here." Zheng Bajin said.
He was not at all worried about giving Zhang Xiaoyang such technical skills as curing meat, nor would he tell him the secrets.
Since ancient times, there have been many cases where apprentices starved to death. Unless one day, he established a company, signed an agreement, made a lot of money, and Zhang Xiaoyang would not be poached, he would not give him the secret recipe.
At that time, if he dares to break the contract and find another job, don't blame yourself for turning your back on him, you will definitely sue him to death.
When the goods were loaded, Hu Ying had already prepared the rice, and everyone started eating like a family.
Since the incident of losing the pig, Hu Ying seems to have changed. She no longer works in the mountains, but cooks at home.
Moreover, he coaxed Xiaocao to sleep with him at night to make room for Zheng Bajin.
She knew that the Zheng family could only rely on Ba Jin for everything, including carrying on the family line.
He had completely given up on Zheng Baliang and no longer asked him to help, knowing that he was hopeless.
The only hope is that Zheng Bajin can give his father and son a bag of rice every month for the sake of brotherhood, so that they will not starve to death.
When there was no one around, she also lamented: Why are the quality of products produced by the same manufacturer so different?
And Zheng Bajin seemed to have completely ignored the fact that he had a father and a brother.
After dinner, Nian Jianan set off with Zhang Xiaoyang. Zheng Bajin was no longer idle, but took the time to marinate the ham.
Qingqing wanted to help, but Zheng Bajin refused to give in and said with a smile: "Look, your hands are so thin and tender, how can you be willing to let them do such rough work?"
Qingqing gave him a blank look and scolded: "Are you laughing at me, looking down on my hands, thinking I'm incompetent?"
"No, on the contrary, your hands are very flattering, but if they are stained with salt and turn into salty pig's hands, they will be worthless, only two yuan per catty at most." Zheng Bajin said with a smile.
"Oh, are you scolding me?" Qingqing was unhappy and raised her slender hands to scratch Zheng Bajin.
Zheng Bajin raised his hands, pretending to wipe them on her face.
Qingqing was startled and hurriedly stopped. She also stepped back and let Zheng Bajin's hand, which was stained with oil, salt and light blood, pass.
"Haha, little boy, if you want to fight with me, you are too young!" Zheng Bajin said proudly.
Qingqing: "..."
But I really don’t dare to tease him anymore.
A shameless person like him might actually do something outrageous.
How embarrassing would it be if Hu Ying was knocked over while she was washing the dishes without anyone watching?
Hu Ying quickly washed the dishes and came out to help, saying that Zheng Bajin had been tired for a day and had to rest early. Otherwise, how could his body withstand it?
Zheng Bajin didn't want her to cure the ham. He knew that her hands were covered with calluses from years of hard work, working in the fields no matter whether it was winter or summer.
Especially in winter, your hands are full of cracks, and if you get salt on them, it will be very painful.
Hu Ying disagreed, gritted her teeth, grabbed a handful of salt, and imitated Zheng Bajin, rubbing it on the ham.
After marinating a thousand kilograms of ham, it was already early in the morning, and Zheng Bajin was a little tired.
As soon as he lay down, his clear breath stagnated, and he said softly: "Shall we try again?"
"What are you trying to do? Go to sleep!" Zheng Bajin said sleepily.
Qingqing didn't dare to speak anymore, nor did she dare to take the initiative to provoke him. She was like a gentle kitten, huddled under the quilt.
