Chapter 803: First the Warming Pad, Then the Golden Buddha

Bringing the system to the Tang Dynasty Chapter 803 First there is a warm patch and then a golden Buddha On the eighth day of the first lunar month, before dawn, the hired people drank a bowl of porridge, ate a fried egg, two big meat buns and small pickles, and ran into the greenhouse to pick vegetables.

Xiaolan yawned and lectured Li An's family.

"Learn to read and write. Let Manager Zhou teach you pinyin first. We have a dictionary in our village. You can look up the words you don't know slowly."

"Boss, what's the use of learning to read?" Li An was more honest and asked whenever he had something to say.

"Who in the Lijia Village of Bashui can't read? Go ask Boss Li if it's useful.

The treatment of the village is the same as that of the Lijia Village. Why can't you be the same as the farmers of the Lijia Village?

Don't you eat eggs and big meat buns when you get up in the morning? The pickles are all shrimp oil side dishes."

Xiaolan made a comparison and treated her small village the same as that of the Lijia Village.

I didn't learn all of them. There are many people in Li's manor, and breakfast includes soy milk, tofu brain, spicy soup, goat milk, various porridges, wontons, and vegetable soup.

In her own small manor, she can only make one kind, depending on what Princess Yongmu wants to eat.

"Master, let's learn." Li An expressed his attitude. He really found that life has improved.

Before the master came, there was no meat to eat, and he didn't dare to eat the vegetables in the greenhouse.

After the master came, there was no problem with food. It was indeed the treatment of Li's manor, and there were cotton bedding and new clothes.

"Master, are you still selling a lot today?" Zhou Gui put on his newly acquired woolen coat and asked with his hands in his pockets.

"Take your hands out of your pockets when you talk to me." Xiaolan glared at him first, very impolitely.

"Yes, yes." Zhou Gui felt comfortable in his pockets, mainly warm, and quickly took them out and put them on both sides of his body.

"Sell it. I'll be given five days to regret it. Today is still three days. Let's see how I can regret it. If he has the guts, he can send soldiers to kill me.

Starting tonight, pick up the kerosene lamps and send two to the roadside sheds. Our farm doesn't lack that little kerosene.

Have you tried the corks of the thermos? Put two in each room where people live at night.

Boil hot water to fill the thermos once in the morning and evening. One stove must never stop burning. Use a big pot to boil hot soup for me."

Xiao Lan gave a series of instructions and turned back to the room to take care of Princess Yongmu.

The six people looked at each other. What a waste of money, lighting a long-burning lamp at night?

"It's just like the Li family's farm." Li An's eldest son Li Yuanyang compared it with the rumors and found that there was no big difference.

It is said that the Li family's farm is brightly lit at night, and now it's his own small farm's turn.

"Do it as you say." Zhou Gui turned and left to organize people to deliver vegetables.

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In the East Market, a group of people pushed carts into the grocery stores one by one.

"Shopkeeper, do you want a heating pad? Try it first. Take off the oil paper on top, blow on it, twist it, and stick it on your body. It will be warm."

A car came to the door of Shengxu Grocery Store. Two people brought things in and introduced the use and purpose of the heating pad to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper followed the instructions and tied it on his leg. After a while, he really felt that the thing was hot.

He took it off and touched it with his hand. It was hot, really hot.

"It's useless. How do you sell it?" The shopkeeper acted as if he was not very interested.

"Sell it. If it doesn't sell, we won't charge you. Things for rich people are 50 coins each, and we will give you 40 coins.

Put it in your store. If you sell one, you will make 10 coins. We will come back in a few days and give us the money we sell."

The person pushing the goods smiled and introduced a new trading model, which did not require the shopkeeper to pay.

The things were thrown in the store, and the shopkeeper confirmed the number and signed.

You make a profit if you sell one, and you don't spend a penny if you don't sell it.

The shopkeeper heard of such a trading method for the first time and found that he did not suffer any loss.

"Let's put a few in. My shop has many people and the price..." The shopkeeper took the opportunity to lower the price.

"There is not much profit. So, if you sell ten, it will be 38 cents, if you sell fifty, it will be 37 cents, if you sell one hundred, it will be 35 cents, and if you can sell one thousand, it will be 32 cents. If you sell more, it will be negotiable."

The salesman gave the sales quantity requirements, the more the cheaper.

"No, sell ten, 32 cents." The shopkeeper shook his head and directly lowered the price to the lowest.

"No, there is not such a big profit, and you still have to pay taxes. So, lower it one level. Ten is 37 cents. Go and ask. Others are the lowest price..."

The salesman shook his head and insisted, as if he would change to another store if the negotiation could not be reached.

The shopkeeper looked at the expressions of the two people carefully, closed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

The two looked at each other, sighed, and turned to leave.

"Okay." The shopkeeper opened his eyes and agreed.

"How much do you want to keep?" The two people turned around.

"Keep as many as you can get. One thousand for thirty coins." The shopkeeper set a large price.

"Just one thousand. If there are no more, give them all away." The two men began to carry the stuff, and one thousand warm pads were carried in.

The shopkeeper wrote down the receipt, still with an indifferent expression and eyes closed.

The two men left and went to the next store.

The shopkeeper shouted to the back: "Go and find two new faces to go to other grocery stores and find someone to follow them."

"Got it, shopkeeper." Someone in the back responded.

At almost noon, someone came in to take a look at the clerk, who went in and soon led the visitor to the back.

"Shopkeeper Jiang, you are really good. Others have the same price for the same things without bargaining.

We went to see it. There were countless such things piled up in a newly built warehouse in the south of the city.

I asked someone about their origins, but no one around knew. The person responsible for renting the warehouse was from the Labor Union, and they didn't know who it was either."

The man reported the situation to the shopkeeper in detail.

"Yes, we are going to take over a place recently, so we should be careful about everything." The shopkeeper took out a few exchange coupons from his sleeve and handed them over.

"Shopkeeper, don't worry, we will do things safely. We will stay behind you and won't be seen easily." The man took the money and didn't move, guarding here.

The shopkeeper went to the front again, pushed open the door and looked, revealing a smile.

Before he went back, a car came quickly, accompanied by a whoosh, and stopped at the door.

A young man got off, he looked around, carried a small basket and watched the shopkeeper enter the store.

"Where's the manager? I'm here to pawn something." The man shouted as he came in.

The shopkeeper didn't say anything, so the clerk came up to him and said, "Sir, what are you pawning?"

"Holy water and a golden Buddha with scriptures." The man opened the cloth covering the basket to reveal the contents.

A transparent glass bottle, with liquid underneath and a layer of golden substance on top of the liquid. The golden substance and the liquid didn't touch each other unless the bottle was shaken.

Above the golden substance was a small round mirror, and above the mirror was a golden Buddha.

The man carefully unscrewed the glass lid of the glass bottle and carefully took out the golden Buddha.

The clerk stared at it with wide eyes. There seemed to be something on the golden Buddha, but he couldn't see it clearly.

The clerk glanced at the shopkeeper, who went into the counter, locked the door, and signaled the other party to bring the things up through the small window.