Chapter 6

When Zhang Qianxiu arrived at the market, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Because my uncle had to keep him for dinner, so I dragged him to this point. Now the rice dealer has gone, and the people who went to the market are coming home one after another.

He is already familiar with the market. He goes straight to the place where he sells rice. All the small rice dealers have gone, but Liu Zhijian is still there.

Liu Zhijian helps wholesalers to collect rice and earn one or two cents a catty. The profit is very low, but he doesn't have to bear any risk and earns more.

When Liu Zhijian saw that Zhang Qianxiu had just come at this time, he immediately came up and said, "is this how you are on your first day?"

Zhang Qianxiu saw that there were only a few people selling rice. Only a few people who were not willing to sell rice to Liu Zhijian put the rice on the roadside in the hope that someone would buy it at a high price. However, in rural areas, no one would buy them except vendors.

Zhang Qianxiu said with a bitter smile, "I borrowed my bike."

"How much are you going to charge for rice?" Liu Zhijian asked again.

"I have thirty-four and fifty cents on me." Zhang Qianxiu said.

Liu Zhijian secretly shakes his head. Zhang Qianxiu's condition is too bad. Others use motorcycles, but he uses bicycles; Other people's rice is more than 100 yuan, and all his funds are only more than 30 yuan. How can he compete with others?

Liu Zhijian sympathized with Zhang Qianxiu and pointed to the people selling rice not far away: "go and ask the three of them. I've seen their rice. It's no problem. The county should be 45 cents. Do you think they can sell it at 36 cents?"

Liu Zhijian's income is 35 cents. Those people think the price is too low and want to sell it at a higher price.

Zhang Qianxiu was grateful to Liu Zhijian. He taught himself a lot of things: "thank you brother Liu, I'll ask."

Liu Zhijian nodded: "I will not go, they all know me."

Zhang Qianxiu pushed his bicycle towards the three men who sold rice.

Three rice sellers, two elders and a woman.

Looking at their clothes, their families are relatively poor.

Zhang Qianxiu asked the first woman, "elder sister, how can I sell this rice?"

When the woman saw that someone came to collect the rice, she quickly said, "little brother, my rice is good. It's the best rice in my family. Si Mao."

Zhang Qianxiu shook his head: "it's too expensive. Your rice is good, but everyone is thirty-five-six cents."

When the woman saw Zhang Qianxiu open her mouth, she knew the market. She almost prayed. Looking at Zhang Qianxiu, she said, "little brother, if you want to buy medicine for your child's cold, you should do something good. How about thirty-eight cents for you? This is really good rice. You can look at it as you like. It's the same good rice below. "

Zhang Qianxiu didn't know whether the woman said that her child had a cold was true or false, but the woman's expression made Zhang Qianxiu feel a little softhearted. Thinking that his situation was not much better, Zhang Qianxiu still shook his head: "it's expensive!"

With that, Zhang Qianxiu pushed the car to the second old man and said, "old man, how can I sell this rice?"

"Thirty eight cents!" After hearing Zhang Qianxiu and the woman's words, the old man opened his mouth and yelled a woman's reserve price. He said, "my rice is also good rice. I'll keep my poor rice for myself. My wife is in poor health. I'll sell some rice to buy a chicken and lay eggs for her."

It's another difficult family.

Zhang Qianxiu thought of all the problems, but he never thought that he would encounter such "emotional attack" when collecting rice.

If they are well dressed, they are all patched clothes. They are really poor families, which makes Zhang Qianxiu suffer.

Zhang Qianxiu looked at the woman next to him and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, the last old man said, "young man, I'll sell you this Mi 37. How about it? Good rice, too. "

The first woman and the old man in front of him all cried out: "young man, 37 cents, 37 cents for you!"

Zhang Qianxiu estimated the rice here. Everyone has 50 or 60 Jin.

Zhang Qianxiu didn't have enough money to take three people's rice. When he refused one person, Zhang Qianxiu felt that he had done something wrong.

In the end, Zhang Qianxiu took two of them for thirty-seven cents. Even if he only took two of them, he was still ten yuan short. He had the cheek to borrow ten yuan from Liu Zhijian.

Liu Zhijian saw all this, without saying a word, he lent Zhang Qianxiu money, and said to Zhang Qianxiu: "little brother, such a little rice selling family will not be very good, you really want to do this business in the future, you'd better return the business to business, and put away the kindness."

"Even if you charge a high price, in fact, they don't get a few cents more. They won't appreciate you. They will only be glad that they have sold at a high price. You have to rely on this price difference to eat! One kilo is one point less than one kilo, and one hundred kilos is one yuan less. Now one's salary is only one yuan more than one day. How much do you gain or lose in the long run? "

Zhang Qianxiu knew that Liu Zhijian was right and sighed: "get used to it slowly!"

Liu Zhijian patted Zhang Qianxiu on the shoulder: "there are more than 30 miles to the county. You'd better go now!"

Zhang Qianxiu gave the money to the rice seller, put the rice in his big bag, tied it to the back of the car, said hello to Liu Zhijian and pushed the car away.

Not far away, Zhang Qianxiu saw that the last man sold it to Liu Zhijian for 35 cents.