The yard was full, and Han's father asked someone to drive a few stakes to hang persimmons on the lawn behind the house. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info lawn is not blocked by the courtyard wall of big trees, the wind is strong and the sun is strong, and the persimmons are made before hanging in the yard.

The villagers of Qinghe are simple and simple, not to mention that the foreign households are not closed, but they are also not happy, and they do not commit theft and thieves, so the Han family is not afraid of losing persimmons. Occasionally, there are naughty children who are curious to pick two and eat and play.

Uncle Liao led his eldest grandson Liao Dun'er over and chattered: "Brother, where are you doing winter grain!"

Father Han said with a smile: "Yes, the children are diligent, and they are eager to sell some persimmons on the frost to earn two spare money for the New Year." ”

Uncle Liao nodded and praised, the Han family is indeed diligent, and it is no wonder that his family is more prosperous than others. Every family makes persimmons, and every family hangs two baskets every year for the children to knock their teeth. But few people sell persimmons, because they can't sell them.

Father Han knew Uncle Liao's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate this persimmon, it's not uncommon in our country, but the people in the town like it." Listening to what my old family said, the big families in the city specially ordered people to send us countrymen to feed the pigs of wild vegetables to taste. "Father Han is shrewd, not only pointing out the way to make money, but everyone has a fortune together, so as not to make people blush, but he keeps a hand and does not tell his own plans and plans.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Uncle Liao went home and tossed persimmons, preparing to sell them in the town before the year, and the people in the village also followed the trend a lot. However, their persimmons are still not in good shape, and there are very few people who pay for them.

Taking advantage of the time between drying persimmons, Han Xuan went to the town to bring back a large pile of oil paper and red paper, ready to be used to wrap persimmons. The family worked together, Han Mu, Han Yu, Han Jie, and Zhang Xiaofeng were responsible for cutting paper, and Han Xuan, Han Xian, and Luo Qinian were responsible for writing on the red paper, "Wan Persimmon Ruyi" and "Heart Persimmon Cheng".

On the one hand, everyone in the village can make persimmons, and the persimmon sellers in the village only wander around the neighboring villages and rarely go to the town; on the other hand, there is no good packaging, and they only wrap the plantain leaves indiscriminately, or throw them directly into the vegetable basket. Those who are particular about it don't say it, and they don't buy it a second time. So there are fewer and fewer people buying persimmons.

In his previous life, Luo Qinian was well aware of the importance of packaging. For example, if a piece of embroidered cloth is only wrapped in coarse cloth and placed on the counter, it will not be worth the ideal price, and if a stack of embroidered handkerchiefs is placed on the shelf for people to choose from, the price is even lower than that wrapped in coarse cloth. However, if this embroidered handkerchief is finely wrapped in fine silk, wrapped in patterns, and hidden in a fine box, the price can be increased several times, more than ten times, dozens of times, or even sky-high.

The same goes for persimmons.

The first batch of persimmons came down, and the second batch was in full swing. Han Xuan, Han Yu, and Han Jie had great strength and were assigned to go into the mountains to pick; Han Xian's mouth was skillful, and Han's mother was careful, so they went to the town to sell persimmons together; Han's father, Luo Qinian, and Zhang Xiaofeng picked fruit stalks and peeled fruit peels at home.

Only Zhang Guihua was idle, doing nothing all day long, holding up her seven-month-old belly crooked to bask in the sun by the door frame. "I heard from the fat aunt that her family poured persimmons into the manure pit and made manure. ”

Luo Qinian glanced at her and didn't speak.

Father Han's face darkened. Just like when worshipping gods and ancestors during the New Year's Festival, you must say auspicious words and avoid bad words. It is also auspicious to make persimmons and sell them. Zhang Guihua's words obviously cursed that his persimmons couldn't be sold.

Zhang Xiaofeng glanced at Zhang Guihua: "Luo Wang's persimmons have sold a lot, and the day before yesterday I saw her go to the village to sell wine." After getting along with Luo Qinian for a long time, she found that Luo Qinian was refreshing. Don't hold grudges, don't count gains and losses, and plan for this family wholeheartedly.

Father Han's face softened slightly, and he said that eating food would not rot his hands. Luo Qinian glanced at Zhang Xiaofeng with some surprise, and didn't expect her to help her say good things. Zhang Xiaofeng was uncomfortable with her, lowered her eyes, and lowered her eyebrows as always.

"Hey, there's also Li Erniu's family. I heard that Li Erniu didn't touch all the work at home because of drying persimmons, and now the persimmons can't be sold and her mother cleaned up fiercely. Ouch, poor little girl, it's still my sister-in-law's handkerchief. ”

Father Han's slightly cloudy face instantly turned black like splashed ink.

Luo Qinian was worried about Li Erniu and planned to take a look after lunch.

Zhang Guihua was still chattering about the loss-making families in the village.

Luo Qinian interrupted her: "I'll know when my mother and fourth brother come back." ”

"The result is the same!" Zhang Guihua rolled her eyes and babbled to a country tune. She has a loud voice, strong penetrating power, and sings a cheerful minor tune with special charm.

The heavy snow festival in November coincides with the five-day gathering. The sun will show its face, and the streets are already full of traffic, bustling and lively.

Han's mother is over half a hundred years old, and such a lively market has only been encountered a few times. Infected by people's busy and bright smiles, her sad face for many days faded into a happy smile.

The two stood in front of the stall for a short while, but no one asked. Han's mother was a little anxious, afraid that the persimmons would be pulled back in the afternoon with the persimmons left in her hands.

"Xian'er, what, what's the matter?"

Han Xian set up a stall for the first time, and there was a faint excitement in his bones, ready to do a big job. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, mother, wait for me to see." ”

He carefully observed the porter and vendor, and when no customer came to the door, he tore his throat and shouted loudly, and his tone was subdued, which was no less than that of Mr. Reciting poetry. The stall owners who are patronized by customers are enthusiastic and have sincere smiles and are flattering...... Market slang, vivid image.

Suddenly, he brewed a little, gathered the strengths of each family, and now learned and sold: "Sell persimmons, big and sweet persimmons! Taste them, take a look, they don't need money if they are not delicious!"

"Yo ho, the persimmons that the little brother sells, it's weird and fresh!"

A porter came over, and Han Xian hurriedly handed over a piece of cut persimmon: "Big brother's business is good, try my family's persimmons, and your business will be booming after you eat it!"

The persimmon is cut open to reveal the bright red flesh inside, which is fragrant and bright. The porter took a bite of his hand and exclaimed, "Delicious, chewy!

"Okay!'Wan Persimmon Ruyi' two catties and a pack of four pennies, and 'Heart Persimmon Cheng' is one and a half catties and a pack of three pennies. You are the first one, ask for a lottery to charge you half price, and give you two more dollars!"

"Hehe, brother is refreshing!" The porter got cheap, and he didn't hesitate to help Han Xian publicize, and the big guy on the sidelines knew that the things were delicious, the price was fair, and there was no shortage of money, and I rushed to buy a few packs. The baskets of persimmons that Han Hyun brought were quickly sold out.

With a bulging money bag in her arms, Han's mother was so happy that she couldn't see her eyebrows: "Son, let's make money!"

"That's!" Han Xian snorted: "Don't look at who your son is?

"Hahahaha-"

The heart that has been depressed for days is extremely open at this moment, and there is hope for the future.

Some people who didn't buy it came over to ask Han Xian if he would come to set up a stall tomorrow. Han Xian waved his hand: "Come, my persimmons are many and good!"

After lunch, Luo Qinian came to Li Erniu's house, Li Erniu and her mother were taking advantage of her, so she asked Li Erniu to kneel on the gravel and whip her: "You are greedy for persimmons when others dry them, and others can't sell them to have meat to eat." You don't work and the whole family drinks the northwest wind!"

Luo Qinian's footsteps into the courtyard door were retracted, Li Erniu had strong self-esteem, and she didn't want her to see her embarrassed appearance......

She returned home preoccupied.

"Sister-in-law, let's make money!"

"A thousand catties of persimmons are all out of stock even if they are sold and sent, and the money to buy oil paper and red paper will make a net profit of 600 yuan!"

Han Xian made money for the first time, and his family had to show off it again when he met one.

"Yes. Han Xian's good news was like a timely rain to solve her urgent need.

"Dad, the persimmons in the village can't be sold, why don't we help them sell them?"

She said it cleverly, she was helping the villagers sell persimmons, not buying their persimmons. Sure enough, the helpful Han's father agreed, and praised her for her good heart and righteousness.

The people in the village saw the Han family's means of selling persimmons, but they couldn't imagine that there was no one at home who could write, and they didn't want the persimmons to rot in their hands, so they asked the Han family to "help" sell them for a penny or two. The Han family packaged it once, changed hands and sold it out, making a small profit.