"Steamed buns, hot steamed buns just out of the pot!"

"Selling rock sugar gourds ......"

"Folks, walk through the ......"

On a street in the south of Changning County, the noise of selling is endless.

It's a bazaar, a street facing the river.

The willows by the river, a stone bridge connects the two banks, and the rows of ancient buildings are located on both sides, which is full of poetry.

The only regret is that the sun overhead is too poisonous, and the water in the river is only a little shallow, and many boats are stranded in it.

And the willows on the shore are also like frosted eggplants, pulling and shrieving weakly.

At this time, on the side of this lively street, under the shade of a willow tree, Zhao Yu and his son were sweating profusely.

The two put the firewood aside, and placed bamboo products such as dustpans, rice sieves, and dustpans neatly on the ground.

On their left and right, there are two busy Zhao Jiqiang and Zhao Shuisheng.

"Phew! The sun is too poisonous, when will it rain? ”

After setting up the things, Zhao Shuisheng spit out the sweat that flowed into his mouth and looked at the sky with a wrinkled face.

"Don't think about it when it rains, let's think about how to sell things quickly! It's almost noon, and we'll be back in two hours! ”

Zhao Jiqiang on the other side shook his head, and then looked at the pedestrians on the street.

Zhao Yongzhuo nodded in agreement, and also looked at the street with a little urgency.

The three big men were selling things, and they couldn't stop shouting, so they squatted on the ground, staring at the pedestrians walking in front of them.

Zhao Yu didn't think about selling things, and he knew that these things were not easy to sell.

Zhaojiagou lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of bamboo, almost every household will weave some bamboo products, and they are often sold in Changning County.

But this kind of thing is strong, and with a little care, one can last for two or three years.

There are many people who sell it, and the quality is good, and after a long time, the market will be saturated, and it will be difficult to sell again.

So Zhao Yu didn't pay attention to the matter of selling bamboo products, but began to think carefully.

Squatting on the ground where he could bake hard-boiled eggs, Zhao Yu breathed in the hot air and scanned the street.

On the riverside side of the street is a row of vendors under the willow trees, and on the opposite side are shops.

It's just that the right side of this location is a corner, and it is affected by the line of sight, and you can only see a few shops opposite, which is also a rice shop, a clothing shop, a bun shop and the like.

However, there is a special place not far from the left.

It was a small temple.

At this time, there were many men and women in and out, and there were still some ladies and carriages parked at the door, which looked like rich families.

It's hidden in the city, but it's really hidden!

Glancing enviously at the small temple, Zhao Yu immediately stood up and walked to the right.

There was nothing to see on the small temple on the left, and he wanted to see what was on the corner on the right.

It's just that Zhao Yu just took two steps when a big hand grabbed him.

"Yu'er, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Yongzhuo grabbed Zhao Yu's arm and looked at the latter with a frown.

"I'd like to go around the corner!"

Zhao Yu stretched out his hand and pointed to the right.

"No! You can't go anywhere, stay here honestly! ”

Zhao Yongzhuo's face was vain and serious, and he undoubtedly pulled Zhao Yu back, pressed him to his side, and grabbed Zhao Yu's arm tightly.

Zhao Yu had no choice but to stay honest and look around boredly.

It's just that this boredom is quickly replaced by a daze.

The weather is scorching and the sun is scorching.

Even if Zhao Yu hid in the shade of a tree, after a while, his head was dizzy from the sun, his eyes were half-squinted, and he looked drowsy.

But just as Zhao Yu lowered his head, a voice woke him up:

"How do you sell this load of firewood?"

Zhao Yu fell asleep and looked up at the front.

I saw a capable old man dressed in good materials, standing in front of their stall, looking at Zhao Yongzhuo.

Zhao Yongzhuo immediately stood up excitedly and a little crampedly, looked at Chai He beside him and hesitated, wiped his hands on his legs again, and finally held back a sentence:

"You...... You look at the give! ”

How can anyone sell something like this?

Zhao Yu was suddenly agitated and immediately got up:

"Thirty dollars!"

The child's voice was brittle, and Zhao Yu looked up at the old man with his little head up, but it made Zhao Yongzhuo stunned.

The old man glanced at Zhao Yu, and then sneered at Zhao Yongzhuo:

"Thirty cents? Do you sell meat? ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yongzhuo hurriedly waved his hand:

"No, no, no......"

"Is thirty wen expensive?"

Zhao Yu immediately interrupted Zhao Yongzhuo, then pointed to the two bundles of firewood, and said to the old man:

"Ordinary firewood can be sold for 30 wen for a hundred catties! There are about 70 catties of firewood in a bundle of firewood in my house, and a load is more than 140 catties, which is dozens of catties more, and it is cheaper to sell for 30 yuan! ”

"Oh? How can you count at such a young age? Who taught you? ”

Seeing that Zhao Yu was not afraid of life at such a young age, and he could also count, the old man suddenly became interested and looked at Zhao Yu playfully.

Zhao Yu's little head was raised, and he should have said:

"The old gentleman of our village taught! The old gentleman is amazing, he is an old boy, the most learned person in our village, not only tells us stories, but also teaches us to read! ”

"What a good elder!"

Seeing that Zhao Yutong's unscrupulous brain shook out, the old man nodded with a smile.

What can such an innocent child think?

The old man did not doubt him, but joked:

"The price of firewood you just said is correct, but you have overlooked one thing, that is, the price also depends on the situation! It's a disaster year, and there are not a few people who are forced to go up the mountain to chop firewood to sell, and the price is much worse than before! You load firewood, I'll give you fifteen wen! ”

"The thinnest part of my family's firewood is the thickness of my forearm, but it has been burned ......"

"Eighteen texts! No more, the old man doesn't want it! ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yu, who was comparing his arm to Chai He, looked at Zhao Yongzhuo with ignorance.

The price has risen, and it's almost over, Zhao Yongzhuo has to come to make a decision, and he should pretend that he doesn't understand anything.

Zhao Yongzhuo was still stunned by Zhao Yu's bargaining, and when he heard the old man say no, he immediately slapped his thigh:

"Sell, sell! Eighteen Wen sells! ”

Hurry and panic.

As Zhao Yongzhuo spoke, he hurriedly set up two bundles of firewood, and took a thick wooden stick to connect them together to make a burden, ready to give to the old man.

But the old man waved his hand:

"The old man can't be picked, you have to send it to my house, the old man is the big housekeeper of the Li Mansion!"

"Eh! No problem, the small one will be delivered to you! ”

Zhao Yongzhuo nodded hurriedly, and was ready to tell Zhao Yu to look at the stall.

However, Zhao Yu looked at the old man with envy at this time, and worshipped:

"Is the old gentleman the chief butler of the Li Mansion? Then the Li family is really lucky! ”

The old man was counting the money, and when he heard Zhao Yu's words, he was stunned.

"Oh? Why is it said that the old man is a housekeeper, and the Li family is lucky? ”

After being stunned for a second, the old man was aroused again, and while handing the money to Zhao Yongzhuo, he looked at Zhao Yu with a smile.