Make hay?

Business?

Before Liu Jiang could react, Ping An briefly said the plans and ideas in his heart, trying to convince this classmate who was usually not on the right path that he was not joking and fooling him, he was really looking for him to do business, and finally showed a friendly smile.

"You mean to buy river fish, crabs, loaches, and yellow eels from me?" After being stunned for a long time, Liu Jiang finally figured out that Ping An was not here to smoke him, but really to do business.

And money, for people, has a magical magic, whether adults or children, even three-year-old children, when they hear money, habitually their eyes light up.

Just like Liu Jiang now, when he heard that there was money to be made, he immediately put aside the grievances in the past with Ping An and discussed the details.

"For the sake of the friendship of classmates, I will give you two cents and one pound for crabs, seven cents for loaches, six cents for yellow eels, fish, the same price, and nine cents for you. Ping An set the price strongly when he bullied people who didn't know how to do it, and Liu Jiang didn't even have a chance to bargain, so he nodded and agreed.

Looking at his appearance, he estimated that he was counting a pound and a few cents in his heart, and ten pounds was a few dollars, and he was so excited that he smirked.

At this point, Ping An has an advantage, he knows that the fish in the countryside can't be sold for much money.

First, everyone is from the mountains, and they all have a little ability to catch yellow eels, and they want to eat and go down to the river to fish.

The second reason is that although there are also people who catch yellow eels and sell them when they catch the market in the town, people in the countryside are reluctant to spend this unjust money, and every penny in their hands is often used on the tip of the knife.

In Liu Jiang's view, Ping An is a fool who wrongs the big head, and he is too stupid to do it.

Obviously, he has forgotten that he has never taken advantage of it since he was against Ping An on the first day, so he naturally doesn't know that in the county vegetable market, crabs cost three cents a pound, loaches reach five cents a piece, yellow eels are the most expensive, and pork is the same price, and fish also fluctuate between two yuan.

Naturally, Ping'an looked at Liu Jiang's eyes, full of pity, hey, is this a kind of crushing in knowledge and IQ? But he didn't let go of any of the price that should be raised.

He doesn't want any fish to collect garbage, don't want yellow eels less than four taels, don't want grass carp and carp that don't have two catties, don't want loaches that don't have half a tael, and don't want to die.

In short, the goods should not only be complete, but also fresh, and the quantity is more and more good.

"Ping'an, do you really know how to give money to collect fish?" Liu Jiang looked at Ping'an's eyes, full of suspicion, and naturally swallowed the sentence "You won't rob my fish, don't give money" back into his stomach.

"You can rest assured, fair trading, honest business, will never lose a penny of your money. ”

As if he was afraid that the baby would not believe it, Ping An took out the prepared money very happily, a handful of change, just fifty yuan: "This is a deposit, if you are not at ease, you take the money home and show it to your parents, such a large business, I guess you can't handle it." ”

From childhood to adulthood, Liu Jiang, who has touched a five-yuan bill at most, has a broken heart, holding a large ten, five, and one yuan hand, all trembling, and his eyes are full of starlight.

Naturally, in front of such a large amount of money, Liu Jiang felt that he couldn't handle this business, but he was stunned for a while before he said cautiously: "Ping'an, aren't you afraid that after I take the money, I won't admit it?"

After all, the relationship between the two is not a mortal enemy, and it can definitely be called a grudge and grievance.

Ping An smiled confidently, took out a paper and pen, patted it in front of Liu Jiang, and said, "Write me a receipt." ”

Embarrassment!

Liu Jiang was stunned again, in front of Qian and writing IOUs, he chose the latter, after all, which child is born stupid and will not get along with money.

Under the guidance of Ping An, he wrote happily on the paper: "Today I will collect 50 (Wu Shi) yuan in cash from Ping An, and three days later, I will offset the account with fish, yellow eel and other aquatic products, if I breach the contract, I Liu Jiang is willing to compensate Ping An 10 (Shi) yuan for economic losses." ”

Here's what's next: Beneficiary, Liu Jiang.

It's a strange receipt, but it's simple and clear, and elementary school students and uneducated people can understand it at a glance.

"Remember, the fish will be delivered to town before five o'clock on Saturday, and I won't go to your house to get it. Carefully put the receipt, Ping'an glanced at Liu Jiang, whose eyes were still glowing with golden light, and was not worried at all that he took the money and repaid the account with the people in his family.

If it is five yuan and ten yuan, even if there is a receipt, Ping An is really worried that this guy is playing tricks, but this is a full fifty yuan, unless he dares to risk being punished by the school, his family risks being made a fuss by Ping Zhongjing with a bunch of rotten people.

After all, in '97, a teacher's salary was two or three hundred yuan, or even lower.

This amount of money is really not a small number.

Sure enough, Liu Jiang didn't dare to swallow the money privately, so he took his father to block Ping'an at the school gate the next day, and said in Ping'an, "This money is the money my mother gave me to practice in business", which immediately dispelled Liu Jiang's father's concerns, and the two sides quickly agreed to an agreement.

After getting Liu Jiang and his son, Ping An felt that relying on himself alone was a bit weak.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a porter. ”

Ping An can be smart, but who to find, Ping An also knows in his heart.

After school, Ping An walked straight to a tofu shop across the street from his house.

It is said to be a tofu shop, but in fact, there is a huge stove with bricks in front of the door, and a large pot is set on it, and above the boiling soybean milk in the pot is a wooden ten-sub rack hanging in the middle of the cauldron, and a white sand cloth is tied at the four corners, forming a semicircle.

A woman in her early thirties, with a beautiful appearance, a good figure, white and tender skin, and delicate facial features, kept pouring boiling soybean milk into the sand cloth, while shaking the ten racks, the milky white juice was filtered, and after boiling and clumping again, it was white and tender tofu.

What remains in the sand cloth is naturally tofu residue.

"Godmother, is Brother Dajun at home?"

Every time I see this beautiful woman that the men in the town talk about in private, Ping An feels an indescribable sadness and adoring admiration in his heart.

Not only because she is a widow, nor because she has a "stupid son", but because she can be after her husband's death, in the past ten years, without the rhetoric of any man, and the fingers of countless people, to drive out those bastards who tried to take advantage of her, with a kitchen knife, and to pull a son who the whole town says is a "fool" to grow up, it is worthy of his admiration.

When Ping Zhongjing did not return home, she walked closest to Ping'an's mother, and both recognized each other's children as godsons.

But this will, Ping'an's heart is full of money, looking at the soy milk in the pot is money, and the air inhaled is also money, and when the beautiful widow just finished speaking, "Your military brother is chopping wood in the backyard, do you have something to do with him?", Ping'an went into the house and entered her backyard.

As soon as he entered the backyard, Ping An saw a behemoth.

A young man who was at least 1.88 meters tall, shirtless, revealing muscles like iron bumps, strong like a big buffalo.

He carried a huge axe in his hand, pointed it at a stump the size of a washbasin on the ground, and then forced, raised the axe, fell, bang, shattered, and the stake was split cleanly.

That momentum, that strength, Ping An has no doubt at all, if that cowardly guy dares to climb the widow's wall, his head will bloom like this stake.

But Ping An knows that this guy who stands out from the crowd even if he is placed in adults, is actually only three years older than him.

A fifteen-year-old boy looks like this, and it is estimated that there is still a lot of room for improvement, and two meters is definitely expected.

"Brother. Ping An shouted.

When the burly guy saw him, his face full of majesty and oppression, and immediately showed a silly smile, laughing like a fool. Yes, he is a fool, at least except for Ping'an, everyone in Xima Town knows that he is the stupid son of Widow Feng's family.

"Brother, come with me into the city on Saturday to sell fish, and I will share half of your money, I don't want your dime of capital?"

Feng Dajun didn't speak, grinned, showing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, with a simple and honest appearance, probably Ping'an sold him, and it is estimated that he will also giggle like this.

"Numb, don't pretend to be stupid for me, can you say a word?" Ping'an was annoyed, he hated this guy smirking the most, he could eat with his burly figure, but he looked stupid, and when he didn't speak, others thought he was a dumb person.

Fortunately, Feng Dajun finally spoke, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll accompany you to the county seat, I don't want your money." ”

"I'll give you the money, and you have to take it too, otherwise I'll tell my godmother that you're bullying me." Ping An dropped this sentence and walked away angrily, every time he saw Feng Dajun's foolish appearance, he got angry, when he was a child, because he was always followed by a Feng Dajun, he was also called "Ping Fool Er" for a while.

But when I thought of my money-making plan, Ping An was in a good mood, "I don't rely on my father, I don't rely on my mother, I rely on the more than 70 yuan in my hand to make a fortune and run to a well-off life." ”

No.

He is not so cheesy, he is to make money to buy gold, refine the immortal flying knife, and then become an immortal-like existence, thousands of miles away, taking people's lives in the blink of an eye.

As soon as he thought of the scene of the last time the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife sprayed out and smashed the big stone, Ping An only felt that his blood was boiling all over his body.

Now, of course, Ping An went home to do his homework, and then went back to his house to refine the sword with the essence of the sacrifice, and quenched the sword with divine thoughts.

All that's left is to wait, and we'll wait and see what this clever idea of making money will be.