Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 175 Tuoluozhuang’s road to prosperity (please recommend for collection)
Early the next morning, Shawujin appeared in Tuoluozhuang with panda eyes.

Zhu Bajie walked out of the room with Xingxian in his arms and asked curiously: "Xiao Sha, did you really stay outside the cave all night last night?"

Sha Wujin straightened his chest and said proudly: "Not bad!"

Zhu Bajie swallowed his saliva, and said with emotion: "Niubi, Xiaosha, you are really a role model for my generation!"

Tang Sanzan and Sun Xingzhe also came out of the house, and when they saw the state of killing Wujin, they shook their heads speechlessly.

I don't know what this dumb fish picture is...

He didn't hear the corner at Muxian Temple last time, but this time he had a chance.

Tang Sanzan looked at the look of killing everything, and even felt that there was a trace of abnormality in him.

Several people were chatting, and the courtyard door was suddenly opened.

The old man I met at the entrance of the village yesterday came in with an older man with gray hair.

The old man cupped his hands and bowed, and said: "I am the village chief of this Tuoluo Village, how many holy monks slept comfortably last night?"

Last night, when the village chief learned that Tang Sanzan and the others had cured their gods, he was so excited that he didn't sleep well all night.

You must know that they have tried everything in order to save the gods.

Even willing to become blood food!
But even so, they are not sure that they will be cured.

It wasn't until these villagers who had originally sacrificed as blood food came back to tell the village chief about the situation that he hurriedly arranged rooms for Tang Sanzan and several people.

If it wasn't for the fear that Tang Sanzan and the others would be tired, the old village chief wanted to come to thank them last night.

Sun Xingzhe helped the old village head up, Tang Sanzhan said in a deep voice: "Village head, don't be too polite!"

"My rescue of your gods is just a matter of convenience."

At first Tang Sanzan was just curious, but later he simply wanted to find a wife for Aaron.

After all, dragons and snakes are similar in size, and they are about to transform into dragons.

Is it possible to match a couple...

After a few polite words, the old village chief couldn't find any topic to continue chatting for a while.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

After a moment of silence, Tang Sanzian said bravely: "Village chief, I found that there are no young people in your Tuoluo village. Where have they gone?"

Hearing this, the old village chief sighed and said, "Well, although the weather in Tuola Village is good, the land is not fertile and it is difficult to support the population. The young people have all gone to the city to work."

good guy...

Tang Sanzan smacked his lips. He didn't expect to hear groups of migrant workers entering the city in Journey to the West.

Anyway, it's nothing to do, Tang Sanzan continued to chat on this topic.

"Village chief, all the young people in your village have gone to the city. From now on, only you old people will be left in the village. This will not work..."

"As the village head, you have to find a way to lead the villagers to get rich and get on the road to a well-off life!"

"Oh, who said it wasn't."

Speaking of this, the old village chief's already wrinkled face became more wrinkled now.

"As long as there is something to eat in Tuoluozhuang, who would think of leaving their hometown to work in other places? It is difficult to feed themselves with the food grown in the ground, and there is no excess food to sell..."

Tang Sanzan shook his head.

This is the typical thinking of small farmers in feudal society, farming and eating food, never thought of buying and selling!
Unless the family needs some necessities, they will exchange food and the like.

With this kind of thinking, even if you give Tuoluozhuang a mountain of gold and silver, you will still be poor if you deserve it.

Tang Sanzan said: "I don't mean to ask you to sell rations, but can you sell special products?"

"specialty?"

The old village chief shook his head: "But our Tuoluo Village really doesn't have any specialties?"

Tang Sanzan asked in confusion: "Aren't there persimmons on Qijue Mountain?"

He really didn't understand the minds of these people.

From the moment he arrived at Tuoluo Village, he had smelled the smell of rotten persimmons all over the mountains and plains. Would they rather have the persimmons rot on the ground and stink than pick them and sell them?
Are you saying these people are lazy?
In fact, they are not lazy, a lot of them are trembling up the mountain to die...

The village chief hesitated for a moment and said, "Mount Qijue is mostly a cliff, so there is nothing we can do with our mortal bodies?"

Tang San said angrily: "Then you will have the strength to go up the mountain to die?"

"Going up the mountain to die is to save the gods, it's different." The old village chief explained.

"It's just a question of cost-effectiveness."

Tang Sanzun shook his head and explained: "You feel that saving the gods is worth more than your life, so you are willing to take the risk of going up the mountain to die."

"But if you just go up the mountain to pick a persimmon and die, you don't think it's worth it. Do you agree with what I said?"

The old village chief thought about it for a while, and nodded in approval.

Without persimmon trees, they would be living a bit harder at best.

If the gods are gone, they don’t know what life will be like in Tuoluozhuang from now on.

"Forget it, since I stayed here for free for one night, I will tell you about the way to get rich today, and it will be considered as paying the accommodation fee."

Tang Sanzun explained: "Going directly up the mountain to pick persimmons is indeed a high risk and low return rate!"

"But you can gather the strength of the whole village, first open up a small road that allows people to go up the mountain to pick persimmons, and then build a big road after earning money!"

"Such a cycle will soon lead the villagers on the road to wealth."

"As the saying goes, if you want to get rich, build roads first, understand?"

The old village head looked at Tang Sanzan suspiciously: "The holy monk actually knows how to do business?"

Tang Sanbian waved his hand: "I know a little bit. Before I learned the scriptures, a poor monk once opened a city that never sleeps in the Tang Dynasty."

Although the old village head didn't understand what Tang Sanzan said about the city that never sleeps, what Tang Sanzan said just now touched his heart a little.

"As the holy monk said, even if you pick persimmons in the end, how can you ensure you make money?"

Tang Sanzhan chuckled: "I've got everything, are you still worried about not making money?"

"But it depends on whether you want to make small money or big money!"

The old village chief's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked: "Please enlighten me, what is the difference between this small money and big money?"

"Small money means that you sell these persimmons to the city and wholesale them to those big traders at market prices."

"What about the big money?"

Tang Sanzun wiped his bald head, and explained: "The big money needs you to hype and build a brand effect!"

"You can package and promote persimmons so that when others think of persimmons, they will immediately think of Tuoluozhuang, forming a brand effect so that the persimmons sold by others are not as famous as yours!"

"After earning money, I will find a way to find a way to pick high-quality persimmons and send them to the palace, and then tell the common people that this persimmon is a special product for the royal family!"

"You said that the common people knew that the emperor ate the persimmons, so they couldn't buy them like crazy? Especially those ministers and merchants, shouldn't they buy them in large quantities?"

"In the future, you can also use Persimmon's reputation to open a farmhouse in Tuoluo Village and attract people to develop the tertiary industry!"

The old village chief was thinking about Tang San's burial plan in his mind, his cloudy eyes became brighter, and he hurriedly asked: "What is the farmhouse music that the holy monk said?"

(End of this chapter)