These were all participants in that operation. Since then, Wen Fei has understood a truth, this is all burned out of a lot of money!

Zhang Yu smiled, and didn't bother with Wen Fei, but said: "If you want to make a good wine, you go and ask for Xiaoyu." She has an authentic winery at home, and those bars, although they are not as famous as Moutai Wuliangye, but getting some puree out is much better than Moutai!"

Xiaoyu's face was flushed, and it looked like she had drunk too much. In fact, it was an illusion, most of the bottle of Wuliangye went into her stomach, and her face was so red after the first sip, and her face was still so red after five or six taels. Wen Fei estimated that if he drank half a catty and a catty, it was estimated that it would still be like this.

"It's a little meaning, wrap it around me. When you want it, just say it and call me. It's okay to call this dead fat man!" Xiaoyu, who originally looked quite quiet, let go at this time and shouted directly.

After sending the couple away, it was already two or three o'clock in the night, but Wen Fei was bored and didn't want to sleep. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't been shopping next door for a long time, and I scared people so badly last time. I also deceived people's precious jade pendants, and I was really embarrassed.

Soon Wen Fei went back and forth out of his body, feeling a little regretful in his heart. The room was empty, and the beautiful mistress had moved away, leaving only an empty house.

He lay on the bed and thought: What should I bring with me next time I go to the Northern Song Dynasty? Although those things are easy to sell, they can't be made. I really have the courage to grow hair, and I actually dare to rob the business of the four ancestors of the Southern Sect, and I am really an ignorant and fearless!

Don't sell those plastic buckets, do you really change your career to sell plastic bags? It doesn't seem to be of much use?

It would be nice if I had studied marketing at the beginning, but what I learned was really useless to Wenfei. Because he was in college for four years, he rarely went to class......

Xiaoyu's family runs a winery, so I might as well get some wine to sell. After a few times in the Northern Song Dynasty, Wen Fei already understood that at that time, wine and tea were like tobacco now, which was monopolized by the state. If you want to sell it privately, if you get caught......

Yes, this time I'm going to sell the cloth. No, it seems that I learned it all when I was in middle school, and Huang Daopo of the Yuan Dynasty went to Hainan to learn the craft of weaving, and it seems that there was no cloth to wear in the Northern Song Dynasty at that time!

Nonsense, don't wear cloth, are men and women running around with bare butts? Wen Fei doubted the records in the history books for the first time, and after recalling for a long time, he suddenly remembered that the clothes of the Northern Song Dynasty seemed to be wearing very rough materials, and they looked like sacks...... Are they all linen?

It seems to be true, Wen Fei recalled. It was as if the people were really dressed in linen. The fabric is coarse and poor, and it doesn't feel very comfortable to wear. I want to make some fabrics to sell, I don't know if I make a profit?

He went to the Internet to check it and was completely dizzy. The question of how long this piece of cloth is, no one can say. The most answer is that a piece of cloth is 33 meters long, and Wen Fei really wants to spray that goods directly.

In ancient times, a piece of cloth was made into a dress, and every time I saw someone wearing a dress, it took more than 30 meters to make it, unless it was the kind of wedding dress that was dragged on the ground for dozens of meters.

These things on the Internet are too unreliable, Wen Fei thought distressedly. It seems that the fabric is really not easy to sell. There are so many types of fabrics, it is really like a mountain across the rows! Wen Fei sighed with admiration.

I couldn't think of anything to sell in that bazaar, the hell was so poor, there was really nothing to sell except for the necessities of life. I finally found a way, and I was afraid of smashing Chen Niwan's job, alas, this business is really difficult to do!

And I can't get a lot of copper coins every time, can I? However, most of these copper coins are worthless, and it is okay to only have a few thousand now, but if there are too many in the future, will it impact the current ancient coin market? For example, if my business grows bigger, get tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands of them will come back?

I see that the hell is so poor, except for the vegetable sellers, the fruit sellers, the meat sellers, anyway, they are all agricultural products, and there is nothing else. Could it be that I have to change my career to become a vegetable seller when I come out one by one as a college student from a third-rate university? Even if I am willing, how much can I pick up with these two hands? It seems that it is not easy to make a fortune in ancient times!

For a while, Wen Fei sighed for a long time! I always have to find the kind of small weight that is easy to sell. It is said that the price of books and paper in ancient times was extremely high, but at that time, I couldn't sell them in the country market, so it seemed that it was really not possible, so I still secretly sold some wine......

A few days later, the Northern Song Dynasty mules and horses gathered. A Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe picked a place early and laid out a plastic sheet, on which various small objects were placed.

Ge Erlang pulled a pair of shoes, squatted in front of Wen Fei's stall, and looked at Wen Fei's needle and thread brain with curiosity: "Ah, fake Taoist, there is really you, why did you change the goods again?"

Wen Fei snorted and said with a smile: "How dare you rob your business, by the way, how about your master and his old man? I have time to invite you to drink." ”

Ge Erlang said with a big grin: "Thank you, you have nothing to do, you are not a thief!" waved his hand and went to take care of himself.

Wen Fei muttered, but he didn't dare to scold. When I raised my eyes, I suddenly found that I had missing a pack of needles on my stall......

As the head of the riddle gradually rises, the flow of people increases. Many people began to be interested in Wen Fei's small stall, there are a lot of things that need to be sewn and mended in the countryside, and at this time, etiquette and religion have not yet flourished, and they are even more rural areas. There are many women who come to buy things, almost all of them are in their forties, all of them have old faces and rough skin. Wen Fei really didn't have any interest in watching more.

But those women love to go to Wen Fei's stall, those needles and threads, although they are not valuable. But it is in large quantities, and almost every household needs it. This one, that one, soon sold out more than a dozen packs of needles, threads, thimbles, scissors, and other messy little things.

By the time the people who rushed to the market dispersed, Wen Fei's things had already been sold, and his heart was really happy. Don't look at these things as inconspicuous, but the profits are really not small.

At this time, the iron-making technology was very backward, and the output of steel was very small, and it was simply not enough. Not to mention using them to make small items such as needles. They are all made of iron, and they vary in thickness, and it won't take long for them to rust. Where can it be compared to a needle with modern craftsmanship?