After the first day, Peng Zun dragged his tired body back to the room, and soon fell asleep, thinking that the next morning, if there was meat soup to eat, he could replenish his strength, and some etiquette was nothing in the face of hunger.

What about me?

But in the morning, no one brought him the so-called breakfast.

The old woman was holding the soup and eating happily, she said: "Childe, you didn't sell the goods yesterday, so there is no breakfast supply. ”

Idlers....

Peng Zun couldn't help but glared angrily, I am a dignified Peng family, a noble child, an idler?

Although it is true that I have nothing to do on weekdays, but you ordinary people dare to call me an idler?

It's a pity that he didn't eat for a day of hunger, and his angry eyes were not imposing, and the old woman didn't notice it at all.

The market is open again.

The people basically sold their things yesterday, ate breakfast, and some of them had the strength to immediately sell them.

The children of the nobles were extremely miserable, all of them were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs.

Lazy? If you can't sell something today, won't you have to go hungry for another day?

You can't run, and those guards who pretend to be buyers, in addition to spending, are also spying on them.

Peng Zun saw with his own eyes how a noble child who secretly left the city was arrested and hung on a tree.

He was dead, after all, everything was the order of the king, as long as he was not killed, even if his family heard the news, they would dare to be angry and dare not speak, at most, they would say a few bad words behind their backs.

What's more, the king also has a stall, and sometimes he will sell it loudly, all at this point, what else can they say?

"Jump price, jump price, pick up the star building so high!

Peng Zun was excited, and he heard the cries of the King of the Rings again, and the King of the Rings seemed to be really enjoying it.

Many people were attracted by the clamor and approached to ask for the price.

Under the question, the price of a clay pot was as high as 998 Wen.

It's not a porcelain pot, it's a clay pot!

The common people have ordinary clay pots for making fruit wine in their homes!

Can.... Someone actually bought it?!

"This is a market, and there will naturally be strong buying and selling in the market. ”

The old woman was amused and chattered on the side.

In the rear, Xiang Xiang and Fang Bi came with the Imperial Forest Army who managed the order of the market, and Peng Zun saw the part-time thief who stole his fruit wine yesterday.

What made him even more stunned was that when the King of Xuan saw the Royal Forest Army coming, he ran away.

The old woman smiled and said, "This is the market, disturbing the order of the market will naturally be punished, and we vendors can only run." ”

Peng Zun's liver trembled, what kind of absurdity is this?

The dignified merchant king, the lord of the world, can do such a thing?

Peng Zun felt physically and mentally exhausted, but unfortunately now it is called every day, and the ground is not working, he staggered and continued to look at the paving.

On this day, he still failed to sell the goods, his body was almost at the limit, and there were already many noble children who had no bottom line to learn from the common people, shouting to sell, as long as they could sell a piece of goods, even if they couldn't afford to eat, they would have a breakfast in the morning.

On the third day, Peng Zun was very energetic, he figured it out, his stomach became more and more uncomfortable, and he didn't want the dignity of the nobles.

After the opening of the market, he had long lost half of the spirit of the previous aristocratic children, and was more like a market vendor than a market vendor, and tried his best to sell it.

Peng Zun saw the king again, and today the king did not pretend to be a vendor, but walked around with a few royal forest soldiers, and pulled out a noble son who was paddling and hung it on a tree.

Perhaps the noble child couldn't bear it anymore, so he actually launched a rebellion, but unfortunately in vain, he was still hung on a tree.

The old woman's voice came again: "This is the market, the son is evil and bullying, and it is common for fights and troubles to be made." ”

Peng Zun thought about it, he seemed to be that kind of person.

Zishou was very satisfied, he played in the market for three days in a row, and did his best to see the disgruntled appearance of those noble children, most of them succeeded.

Tomorrow we have to go to the court, listen to the reaction, control the overall situation, and continue to expand the results of the battle the day after tomorrow.

At dusk, Peng Zun, who was frightened and hungry, breathed a sigh of relief in the sound of gongs and drums closing the market.

Today, there were no thieves harassing him, and under his self-condescending and noble bidding, he succeeded in selling a pot of wine.

Perhaps the man just thought he was too pitiful, or perhaps the king ordered him not to starve to death, but he was sold anyway.

The money earned is not enough to buy food, but there will be a bowl of meat soup tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Peng Zun dragged his tired body to get up, and when he saw the fragrant meat soup sent by the temple people, tears rolled in his eyes, and he cried.

The old woman on one side still eats standing up, and perhaps by now, she has finally realized the difference in status, and she does not speak on weekdays except for the occasional word in the bazaar.

Obviously, she didn't understand the intention of the king to set up a market to recruit the children of the nobles, so she was afraid in her heart and acted cautiously.

Peng Zun only glanced at it, and then continued to pay attention to the meat soup.

He smelled the smell of meat and stared at the heat of the soup.

He took a deep breath and inhaled all the fragrance into his nose, with a little hesitation in his eyes.

A gift for the nobility?2 meals a day?

Forget it, in the face of hunger, don't want it.

Peng Zun directly picked up the meat soup and ate it in a big gulp,

Call......

While it's hot, the meat soup at this time is as hot as his heart.

The taste was very good, Peng Zun couldn't hold back his tears while gobbling it up, and it fell in the bowl with a bang, as if there was more salt.

The old woman was shocked to find that the appearance of the children of the nobles eating was no different from that of the common people.

She also thought that these sons and brothers were all monks, and they could cut the grain without eating!

"It smells so good!"

Peng Zun finished eating, and there was no soup left.

His eyes were still red, he was sobbing slightly, he was very uncomfortable, humiliated, and hungry.

A bowl of meat soup is definitely not enough, he wants to eat more, he wants to fill his stomach completely, he can only buy and sell in the market to make money, but he has no confidence in himself.

He set his eyes on the old woman.

In the past, he didn't even look at this old woman, he only had contempt in his heart, the people of the market, low status, only one shirt all year round, very dirty and smelly, unreadable, ignorant and stupid, and a little higher status than slaves.

But now, Peng Zun found that the key to selling more goods was in this old woman.

He is the elite son of the Peng family, this wisdom is still there, the king arranged his palace with the old woman, and listened to the familiar sons and buddies say that there are also ordinary people in their palaces.

This shows that these people are their chance to break the game.

Why is it that these people can sell their goods and earn money and goods in the same market, and eat and drink every day without worrying?

Because they have the right way to do it.

The low status of the common people is a little low, and the lack of knowledge is a little less, but there are also merits.

The old woman noticed Peng Zun's gaze and held the meat soup tightly, but the meat soup was very hot, and she was not hungry and couldn't get off, so she spat in it.

Peng Zun: .....

After a long time, he said, "Old woman, sit here, can you teach me how to buy and sell?"

In the past, he Peng Zun was high, accompanied by guards and servants when he traveled, and he changed his methods to please him, but in the market of Shanglin Yuan, he had to rely on himself to eat a full stomach.

The old woman herself is a broken-mouthed person, and she has nothing to do on weekdays, just chatting with people and killing time.

When she set up a stall in the market, she wanted to talk to someone, but Peng Zun ignored her, and she didn't understand the affairs of the children of the nobles, so she has been very silent recently.

Now when I heard Peng Zun ask about the method of doing business, there was immediately a sparkle in his eyes: "Son, if you talk about this, the old body will have something to say." ”

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