When I arrived at the county seat, I saw the vendors I hadn't seen for a long time. Everyone greeted each other warmly.

The fat uncle took the lead and walked over, touched the hard stuff on the motorcycle, and asked, "What is this?"

"Charcoal, uncle, do you want to take care of the business and have two packs?" asked Liu Qingshan with a grin.

"Come on, two more packs. I have an air conditioner at home, so I don't need it, but let me tell you, last year a guy pulled two packs of charcoal to sell and didn't sell them for two days. ”

"Ah, it's not so exaggerated, it hasn't been sold for two days?" Liu Qingshan was a little confused.

"yes, what are you lying to. For two whole days, he really couldn't sell it in the end, and he didn't come on the third day, so if you don't believe me, you can ask the others. ”

Liu Qingshan felt a little incredible.

Tan Dasha was a little frustrated.

Liu Qingshan comforted: "Uncle Dasha, don't be frustrated, we haven't started selling it yet, let's try it first." Maybe we'll be lucky enough to sell it. ”

"Again, I'm talking about last year. The fat uncle smiled, "Maybe it will sell better this year." ”

However, the two of them stayed for a morning, not to mention selling a catty, and there was no one who even came to ask the price.

This is too mysterious, isn't it?

Tan Dasha sat on the side of the road, raised his face to look up at the dazzling sun, and couldn't help muttering, "If only it snowed now." ”

"Snow?" Liu Qingshan said with a smile, "How can it snow in a place like ours?" Besides, if it really snows, with the little clothes we wear, it must not be frozen." ”

"It's snowing. When it snows, the weather gets cold, and maybe the charcoal will be easy to sell. Tan Dasha said lightly.

This is really in response to Bai Juyi's poem:

His face was full of dust and smoke, and his temples were pale and his fingers were black.

What is the business of selling charcoal to make money?

The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold......

People who have never suffered will probably never understand this feeling.

Liu Qingshan knows. He patted Tan Dasha, who looked a little depressed, on the shoulder, and smiled comfortingly: "Uncle Dasha, don't worry, your charcoal will definitely be sold?"

"Can it?" Tan Dasha looked at Liu Qingshan with a smile on his face, waiting for the answer expectantly.

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Of course, you believe me." Just because last year's charcoal didn't sell well doesn't mean it won't sell well this year. Be confident, if others come to ask the price, they will boldly say that they will not sell it for three yuan a catty. ”

"Uh-huh, I see. Tan smirked and nodded vigorously.

However, although the words were said easily, after the two took turns to eat lunch, no one came to ask the price.

The fat uncle walked over with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "How is it? I'm not wrong, who would ask for charcoal on this hot day." Moreover, now those who can afford to burn charcoal can also afford to burn electricity, electricity is more convenient than charcoal, who wants this black thing, don't waste time, hurry home and find something else to do. ”

The fat uncle didn't mean to gloat when he said this, he just persuaded the two not to waste this useless work.

Liu Qingshan didn't believe in evil, tied up a bag of charcoal and put it on the motorcycle, and said to Tan Dasha: "Uncle Dasha, you are guarding here, don't go anywhere, I'll go somewhere else to see, I don't believe it, such a good charcoal will not be sold." ”

Leaving the entrance of the central vegetable market, Liu Qingshan pulled a bag of charcoal, first walked around the square, and then went farther away.

He thought, since the customers don't come to them, he just goes to the customers.

But what kind of people need charcoal?

Just like the fat uncle said, those who can afford to burn charcoal must also be able to burn electricity.

And those who can't afford to burn electricity are naturally reluctant to burn charcoal.

Liu Qingshan thought as he walked around the street.

The winter sun is quite dry, and the sun makes people hot, and even the camphor trees that have been green for several seasons on the roadside seem to be hanging a little.

There are many pedestrians on the street, and it seems to be extremely lively.

Some friends who gather in a group from front to back, or lovers who are attached to each other, are the most common passers-by on this street.

Stores selling clothes, shoes, and even milk tea are crowded with people.

This scene is different from summer and autumn. Spring and winter are the busiest seasons in this remote area.

In the spring, the people who are going to work are not finished yet, so it will be lively. In the winter, those who went to work in other places also come back one after another, so it is even more lively.

And no matter how lively these streets are, no matter how many passers-by, they have nothing to do with Liu Qingshan. Because he sells charcoal, not clothes in the store, not roadside snacks, and even more so running a variety of delicious food stores.

Food?

Liu Qingshan had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen rows of street food at the intersection of pedestrian streets just now.

He hurriedly turned around and went back.

Sure enough, there were indeed two rows of snacks at the north intersection of the pedestrian street.

There are stinky tofu, beef intestinal acid, teppanyaki tofu, sushi, duck neck and other kinds of food.

Among them, the smoking barbecue stall is Liu Qingshan's goal.

He stopped the car and walked to the only barbecue stand, holding the charcoal. The barbecue stall is not big, a rectangular barbecue grill, plus four or five tables behind the barbecue grill, it is a barbecue stall.

Don't look at the small area of this barbecue stall, but the back tables are crowded with people, and even in front of the barbecue grill, there are more than a dozen people waiting in line.

The owner of the barbecue stall is a middle-aged husband and wife, and the two are very busy. Seeing Liu Qingshan appear, he just didn't raise his head and asked, "What to eat?"

"Boss, I don't eat, I'm a charcoal burner, I want to ask, do you need charcoal?" Liu Qingshan said with a smile.

"Charcoal?" The middle-aged man looked at the plastic bag under the barbecue grill and saw that it was empty, then looked up at Liu Qingshan and asked, "Is it the wild charcoal burned in the mountains?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's wild charcoal. Liu Qingshan hurriedly opened the snakeskin bag, took out a piece of charcoal from it, and handed it to the boss, "Boss, this is the charcoal we burned, can you put one in it and burn it?"

The boss took a large amount of charcoal with a pound or so and smiled: "It's quite big." ”

"Does charcoal have to be big enough to be burnable? Liu Qingshan said, "Our charcoal is completely charred, there is no charcoal head, there is absolutely no smoke when burned, you can try it." ”

"Then try it, this doesn't cost money. The boss joked.

"Of course you don't need money, this is for you to try. ”

"Okay, I'll try. The boss put the charcoal in his hand into the barbecue, and after a while, the charcoal was ignited by the other charcoal fires in the oven.

Although the charcoal was lit, the consumption could not be seen by the naked eye, and this large charcoal was burned in the charcoal stove for more than ten minutes, but it was still the original size.

"Strange thing, your charcoal is too burned. The boss wondered, "I didn't add anything." ”

"Of course not, these are charcoal burned from wild trees in the mountains, and the reason why it is resistant to burning is because it is large, and the surface that comes into contact with the air when it burns is small, and if you break it, it will also burn very quickly, and it will burn out in a short time. ”

Hearing this explanation, the boss was quite satisfied, and nodded: "Well, it makes sense, this charcoal is very good, how to sell it, if it's expensive, I can't afford it, I have a small business, I can only order bargains." ”

"Boss, you're humble. Liu Qingshan looked at the endless stream of diners and said with a smile, "Look at it, you have to earn thousands a day as a guest, I guess even the owners of the shops next to you may not make as much as you." Moreover, we all know that the food burned from this wild charcoal is more delicious, and if you buy my charcoal, the business will be better in the future. ”

"Hehe, that's true. Lend you good words, lad. The boss and the lady laughed happily.

"And how much do you have charcoal?" asked the proprietress as she sprinkled the leek with the ingredients, "It's sold by the pound." ”

"Yes, yes, it's sold by the pound. Liu Qingshan said, "We burn charcoal for clearing the wasteland and planting trees, so it is not expensive, only three yuan a catty." ”