The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 140: Grand Opening (2)
"From the scholar's house, do you want it?" Zhao Wan watched as she moved some dried noodles from Maochang Ji and put them on the table, not knowing what she was going to do.

"Help sell goods." The table was placed on the side of the road, and the bright red wrapping paper attracted the attention of passers-by from afar, and people immediately surrounded them.

"If the goods can't be sold, it's useless no matter how much we make, so getting everyone to recognize our dried noodles is the top priority." Seeing someone coming, Su Xiazhi lowered her voice and said to Zhao Wan: "One hundred Wen One handful, this is the price given by Maochangji, I will sell dried noodles in a while and you will collect money."

"One hundred Wen!" Zhao Wan's eyes almost popped out.She works for a month to earn these three handfuls of dried noodles!
"What is this?" Some people had already opened their mouths to ask, Su Xiazhi immediately turned around and explained to the crowd.

From the production method, to the preservation, to its taste and many details, she explained it very carefully. What she wants people to accept is a kind of thinking: although this thing is a bit expensive, it is worth the money, and it is a good choice for home gifts!

"Sounds good, and I've never seen vermicelli made of white flour." More and more people gathered around, and some even had the desire to buy, hesitating whether to pay for it...

"Today is the first day. If you buy three, you can get another bamboo basket." Su Xiazhi bought a few more bamboo baskets on purpose, just to 'hook up' those customers who have a tendency to take advantage of small things.

"It's just a little expensive..." This is the most common sentence from the people watching.

"There is a reason why you are expensive. Think about it, why can't the best pork be sold for the price of mutton, right? So although white noodles are more expensive than miscellaneous grain noodles, they taste a hundred times better!"

The prices in this dynasty are very different from those in modern society. For example, pork is more expensive than mutton, so Su Xiazhi used this analogy: Pork is the price of pork, because it is worth the price!
"Auntie, you also praise my pork!" The little fat man squeezed to the front from a crowd of people, and said with a smile: "My family sells pork, and I like noodles. Can I exchange pork for your noodles?" ?”

Su Xiazhi wanted to laugh when she looked at his big, chattering eyes. This kid is a big kid, and his words seem innocent but he is very clever.

But after thinking about it, this 'trust' is worth it!Dried noodles are selling well, and his business can make more money.

"No way..." Su Xiazhi pointed to the Maochangji plaque behind him and said, "The goods are at the price set by the shopkeeper, and I can't change it casually. One hundred cash, you can't exchange it with pork."

"Oh!" The little fat man nodded, and seemed to think about it seriously before he said: "Maochangji's prices are very fair, and many things in his house are cheaper than those in other places! Then..." He bit his lower lip, and finally I made up my mind: "I'll buy two, and my aunt will give me a bamboo basket!"

Three pieces of dried noodles and a bamboo basket will cost ten cents. This little thing pretends to be innocent and pays back the price. Chen Maochangsheng is a good chicken thief!Su Xiazhi cursed secretly in her heart.

I really can't underestimate this Chen Guanxi.

She lowered her head and looked at the little fat man carefully: "How old are you?"

"Twelve." The little fat man replied with a smile.

Well, same as I said last time.Su Xiazhi nodded.

"He is the son of Chen Tuhu diagonally across the street. It's not easy for the two of you to live together..." Someone in the crowd said something, but he sympathized with the father and son who had a 'difficult life'.

"My father doesn't like cooking, so he always cooks noodles for me." The little fat man rubbed his stomach, "I haven't eaten until now."

"That's fine." Su Xiazhi took two handfuls of dried noodles and put them in a bamboo basket and handed them to him: "Two hundred Wen."

"Wait!" The little fat man ran away with the bamboo basket in his hand, and walked into the butcher's shop opposite.

"Hey! I didn't give you any money!" Zhao Wan, who was waiting to collect the money, yelled anxiously, and when she saw that everyone was looking at her, she blushed again and quickly hid behind Su Xiazhi.

"It's okay, his shop is right there, so I can't run away." Before Su Xiazhi finished speaking, the little fat man ran out wheezing and panting again.

"Auntie, I weighed it, and it's a full two catties!" The little fat man held a money bag in his hand and handed it to her: "You count."

"Count." Passing the money to Zhao Wan, Su Xiazhi once again looked at Chen Guanxi who was standing there with a smile, and reached out to touch his head.I remembered the "famous saying": No grass grows on a lively road, and no hair grows on a smart head...

Many modern people love to join in the fun and follow suit, and so did the ancients.

There was one person who bought dried noodles with money, and those who watched the excitement and wanted to buy noodles also started to spend money, and in order to get a bamboo basket worth ten renminbi, most people bought two...

The noodles on the table were sold out before noon.Su Xiazhi's mouth was dry.

Looking back, I saw the shopkeeper of Maochangji standing at the door of the shop and looking at it thoughtfully, Su Xiazhi walked over.

"Madam Min has done business?" Qi Hongyu asked straight to the point.

The way this woman operates is different from theirs.The specific difference, shopkeeper Qi can't say.

There are too many differences between the current flexible sales method and the ancient shop-based operation. It is normal for shopkeeper Qi to not understand.

"Where is it? I just turned around in Maochang Ji, and I'm learning and selling now." Su Xiazhi said a few words politely, and beckoned Zhao Wan to come over: "The money collected for sixty dried noodles is here, you count it."

Shopkeeper Qi waved his hand, and summoned a clerk to take Zhao Wan in and hand over the money to the cabinet. When Zhao Wan came out, Su Xiazhi said a few words to Shopkeeper Qi and said goodbye.

All that needs to be said has been said, and all that needs to be done has been done. The first batch of dried noodles was also sold for Mao Chang Ji, and the twenty bamboo baskets I brought were also used. After that, I will just resign myself to fate...

The handlebars had already driven the car away first, and he had to make a few more trips to live.

Su Xiazhi and Zhao Wan walked home empty-handed, always feeling that it was not good to go back like this.

When she reached Chen Ji's shop, she asked Zhao Wan to wait outside, and walked in by herself.

(End of this chapter)