Early the next morning, Wan Feng got up and cleaned up the frozen fish.

It was nearly noon when he was carrying the rake again, and this time he was carrying a straw bale.

Because of yesterday's experience, he fished much faster today than yesterday, and before three o'clock he finished the fish in the inlet, and naturally filled another sack.

Wan Feng roughly estimated that the two sacks of fish were estimated to be about 200 catties, and they could be sold for more than 20 yuan at the minimum, which was basically equal to the uncle's income in the team for half a year.

In 80, it was about 300 yuan to build a four-room blue brick house, and you can see what the concept of 20 yuan is from this comparison.

Originally, there was only the fourth day of the lunar calendar, and the big market in the lonely mountain was changed to the 48 market before the 15th day of the first month, that is, in addition to the fourth day of the lunar calendar, all the eighth day of the lunar calendar also became a market.

Tomorrow is the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, and Wan Feng decided to ask his uncle to help pull these fish to the market and sell them.

At dinner, he asked his uncle Zhuping: "Uncle, can you not go to work tomorrow?"

Zhu Ping glared: "What are you doing?"

"I'll hire you tomorrow to help me get some things to the Little Lonely Mountain Market, and I'll pay you five dollars. ”

The uncle pursed his mouth: "Where are you going to get five yuan?"

was despised by his uncle.

Wan Feng was not angry at all: "Just tell me to do it or not, if you don't do it and I hire someone else, I don't believe that I can't hire someone for five yuan." ”

Eighty-year-old workers only earn thirty or forty fast money a month, and they don't know if they can earn five yuan a month as a laborer in the production team, Wan Feng really doesn't believe that no one will do it.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"I have about 200 catties of goods, tomorrow you can use a two-wheeled cart to pull me to the market, five yuan is this hard-earned money, and the one and two points of poker you play is enough for you to lose for two months." ”

My brother-in-law went to play four to one every night, and even if he lost five yuan a day, it was enough for him to lose for two months.

"Phew, crow's mouth, how do you know that I will lose every day. ”

"Don't interrupt, do it or don't do it?"

"Okay! I'm not going to work tomorrow, I'll see what you can get up with." ”

On the morning of the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, Zhu Ping was dumbfounded when he saw Wan Feng's two sacks of fish that were frozen hard.

"Where did you get all that fish?"

"Of course it's in the river, but it can't be cut out in the mountains. ”

Zhu Ping opened the bag and saw that the autumn fish in a water, this kind of fish is still very recognized by the locals, how can it be sold for a dime and a pound in the market.

It was only at this time that Zhu Ping believed that Wan Feng did have the strength to afford five yuan.

After coming once on the fourth day of the Junior High School, Wan Feng came to the Xiaogushan Market for the second time.

Zhu Ping went to borrow a two-wheeled cart and pushed the two sacks of fish to the market.

Although he arrived at the market, Zhu Ping was still very worried about whether Wan Feng could sell it.

This is the second time that Wan Feng has come to the Lonely Mountain Market after being reborn, the last time he was just a spectator, and this time he has become a stall owner.

He hung a pocket on his chest containing all the money he had earned from renting books, nearly five yuan of change ready for change, and carrying a scale borrowed from a neighbor's house in his hand, like a businessman's face.

He spread the sack on the ground and arranged the fish one by one, shining silver in the sun.

Not long after the stall was opened, someone came to inquire about the price, but the person who inquired about the price was not to buy it, but to look at Wanfeng A child here who looked like a dog was very curious.

"Kid, did you sell this fish?"

"Of course, the authentic autumn fish in the head of the river, uncle, how many can you buy?"

"How much?"

"Eight catties!" Wan Feng thought about the price he shouted when he bought seafood on the fourth day of the first day, and replied coaxingly.

"I can't buy that much, how much do you have a pound?"

"Buy a dime and a pound, how many catties do you have?" Of course, retail sales are expensive, don't think that Lao Tzu has never done business.

The man thought for a minute: "Can I buy five cents and give four catties?"

Wan Feng brushed the ground and picked up the scale and began to pick up the fish on the scale: "You are the first customer to give you a discount, or this price is guaranteed to not be sold, you are optimistic about the four catties high, where do you put it." ”

The man moved a pocket from behind his back and broke away, and Wan Feng poured the fish into the pocket with a bang.

This opened, and it went smoothly beyond Wan Feng's prediction.

"The autumn fish in the first water is old and fat, you eat this time and think about it, the money is just right, uncle, you go slowly. ”

Zhu Ping was sitting on the two-wheeled cart behind Wan Feng, and his eyes were straight.

"I thought that the common people would pay for it, and besides, most people don't eat the fish in this river. ”

Uncle This is a typical peasant thinking, and Wan Feng decided to give him a lesson for free.

"Don't think that if the common people don't buy it, no one will buy it, there are a lot of teachers, workers and officials in Gushan Commune who eat commercial grain, and their monthly salary is almost as much as what you earn in a year, and they are much richer than you. As for the river and the sea, it depends on everyone's taste, you don't like to eat what is in the river, but some people do... Auntie, do you want to buy fish?"

Wan Feng didn't finish his words and went to greet the next customer, and if he didn't want to say hello, he wouldn't have time to talk to Zhu Ping anymore.

Zhuping watched this nephew do business in a daze, and watched the fish brush in front of him decrease.

This guy has quick hands and feet, and his mouth is also sharp, and he doesn't know where to get so many sets of fart, some people don't plan to buy it at all, they are completely fooled by him to buy it.

Zhu Ping was a little confused, when did he learn to do business? This look is a veteran! Could it be that he started trading when he was in Longjiang?

How old is he!

Compared with Zhuping's leisure, Wan Feng is busy enough, and his hands and mouth are not idle.

In the 80s, the market was an experiment that allowed individuals to buy and sell, and because people had been cutting the tail of capitalism for a long time, they had developed the concept that buying and selling were speculative, so people's subconscious looked down on people who did business.

It was not until 88 years later that this concept gradually changed, and many people began to devote themselves to business.

Now don't say that children are adults who are still dodging in business, so people see a child of twelve or thirteen years old selling things and rush to the novelty, so they all come over to watch the excitement.

With the human field, it will naturally bring the money field, coupled with Wan Feng's wisdom and martial arts, even bluffing, making full use of people's herd mentality, and there is one who buys and follows the purchase.

Wan Feng's fish was bought for three catties and two catties for him.

Wan Feng was busy for more than an hour and sweated, until there were only a few small fish left in front of him.

The rest of these are relatively small and a bit unsightly.

Wan Feng secretly counted the money, and sold it for a total of thirty-five yuan and four cents.

Good yields.

Pork was more than seven cents a pound at that time, and Wan Feng could buy fifty pounds of pork with the money he sold.

This is the first pot of gold he has dug up since he was reborn.