Chapter 385

Chenwu has been leading the market for two days.

Looking east and West, when you are hungry and thirsty, you will find a place to eat and drink. When you are satisfied, you will continue to walk around. You will feel very comfortable.

After wandering around the market, he found that there were not many people today. Chen Mu quickly turned to a stall selling fresh and dried Cistanche deserticola. He sat down next to the boss and asked, "how's business today, old bus?"

The boss is called bayanimuf, who is a native of Aqishan.

According to his own account, he used to be a herdsman. However, seven or eight years ago, due to the serious deterioration of the environment, the grazing areas near his home had become wasteland, so he had to sell all his cattle and sheep at one time, and then went to Chengkou to start a small business.

Chen Mu has been walking around the market these days, chatting with people in the market everywhere. Bayanimuf is the one who can talk to him most. So he always comes here to have a seat and inquire about the situation of the distribution market.

"Why are you here again? What a free time

Bayanimuf sat in his chair, drinking hot milk tea.

There was also a small coal ball stove beside him. On the stove, there was a teapot which looked ragged. The spout of the teapot was constantly steaming out. The smell of tea inside floated out with the hot air, which was very rich.

Chen Mu took out his cigarette from his pocket and offered to pass it to the old herdsman. The old herdsman was not polite. He took one and went to the small coal stove to light it. Then he sat back and began to puff in comfort.

Chen Mu didn't smoke and waved to Xiaowu: "have a cup of milk tea. It's sweet, not salty."

Xiao Wu walked to the teapot impolitely, picked up the tea bowl and poured the cup of tea. Then he took several pieces of milky milk from the side plate and threw them into the tea bowl. He stirred it with a wooden spoon for a while, put some sugar, and a bowl of hot sweet milk tea came out.

Chen Mu likes it.

Took the tea and took a sip.

Although the milk tea still has a smell of fishy smell, it's really comfortable to drink it. The whole chest and abdomen are warm, like planting a little sun for yourself.

Chen Mu was drinking tea. After looking at Xiao Wu who had made a bowl of it himself, Chen Mu said with disgust: "I really don't understand what's good to drink if the milk tea is salty. It's disgusting to think about it."

The milk tea here is a little special. The tea is green brick tea. It is boiled with water, and then you can add milk. You can adjust the sweet and salty tea by yourself.

Mongolian people have special taste, like salty, so they add salt to milk tea.

Chen Mu Zhen can't get used to this. He is a real sweet party. When he sees the Xiandang people shaking in front of him, he will feel the evil idea that they will be slaughtered completely from time to time.

What he disliked most was Xiaowu, a traitor.

This product is obviously from Xijing and has no relationship with all Mongolian nationalities. However, he prefers salty food.

Looking at him drinking salty milk tea, Chen Mu could not help but want to hate him.

"I used to be a soldier in bagachar. It's very cold there. There's a cold wind outside the post. I hope I can drink a cup of hot milk tea every time I'm on patrol. After drinking it, I feel warm all over the body He liked to put salt into milk tea. He could replenish his physical strength. At that time, he really thought it was the best thing in the world... "

While drinking milk tea, Xiaowu started the talking mode again.

Drinking this cup of milk tea, he can talk from tea to patrol, from patrol to training, and from training to the history of his unit. It is true that if he is ignored, he can always join the army and retire.

Chen Mu ignored the goods and turned to the old herdsman and said, "Lao Ba, how is your business today? If you look like this, I'm afraid today's business is not very good. "

The old herdsmen do the business of individual customers. At most, they engage in a small wholesale business. In any case, a person who supports such a small stall can not earn much money, but his ordinary income is enough to live on.

Today, there are not many people in the market. After observing these days, Chen Mu saw such a cold situation for the first time, so he couldn't help asking the old herdsman: "it's the peak season for your sales. Isn't it normal for business like this?"

But the old herdsman was not worried at all. He sat still in his chair: "this year's harvest is not good, and people outside will not come after hearing about it. This is normal."

After a slight meal, he glanced at Chen Mu: "your boy comes every day and has been watching for so many days. Why don't you pick some from me and buy them back to give them away?"

Chen Mu firmly shook his head: "I don't want it. My family has planted more than 1000 mu of Cistanche deserticola. The quality of the plant is much better than that of you. Do I still need to buy it from you?"

"Just blow it

The old herdsman turned his mouth and looked incredulous.

I just think that Xia people are good at everything, but they like to boast, which is not good.

When they first came a few days ago, they chatted. He also said that he was the boss of a forestry company, and the old herdsmen didn't believe it at all.Just looking at his hands and skin, he doesn't look like a farmer, or the boss of a forestry company Hey, I don't know which boss came here to make a living.

The old herdsman can't help but glance at Hua Lao Xiao Wu. The boy looks like a bodyguard. Maybe the boss sent him to protect his son.

Of course, in addition to this little bit of boastful shortcomings, bayannimu still likes this boy.

It's very comfortable to get along just like this. The old herdsmen don't mind making such a small friend.

Chen Mu didn't know that his body, which had been optimized by vitality value, had become the reason why the old herdsman didn't believe him. He laughed and joked, "Lao Ba, if you don't have to look for herdsmen to collect Cistanche deserticola, he would sell it to you in part, so that you don't have to look for herdsmen to collect cistanche and make money easily, OK

"Yes, yes, of course."

The old herdsman nodded fiercely, and then asked Chen mu, "where is your car? We'll go now."

"Go? Where are you going? "

"Go to your house and have a look at your 1000 mu of Cistanche deserticola. I'll wait for your future harvest to make money."

"Don't you want your stall?"

Chen Mu didn't mind that the old herdsman didn't believe him. He said with a smile: "let's wait until autumn. Now the Cistanche planted in our family has been sold out. There's no way."

The old herdsman looked down on him and asked jokingly, "I think you are all walking here today. How can such a big boss not drive a car?"

Chen Mu shakes his head: "serious people's children, generally do not drive disorderly."

The old herdsman didn't understand his stem and didn't want to make fun of him. He took a thick strip of Cistanche from under the table and said to Chen mu, "this is the best product in my stall. You must like it if you buy it back to show respect to your elders. Well, in terms of friendship with you these days, I'll give you a discount, OK?"

Chen Mu took over the Cistanche, looked at it and nodded: "it's not bad."

"Not bad!"

The old herdsman pointed to the Cistanche deserticola on the table: "these are currency, the quality is average, I give this one is long strip, when I take it back, I bought it alone, about ten kilograms, I took it back one thousand two, you took it one thousand three."

In the past, Chen Mu didn't know much about Cistanche deserticola, so he didn't know how much Cistanche was traded. At best, he only knew how much Cistanche was sold by catty.

But since he got to know Liu Dahai and came to Chengkou County, he finally had a more intuitive and comprehensive understanding of this line.

Generally, in the market, Cistanche deserticola with short fleshy stems is the most, which is called currency, that is, Cistanche sold by Jin.

In addition to currency, there are also preserved long strips of Cistanche deserticola, which are sold individually at a different price.

Finally, there is a kind of Cistanche deserticola, which is very strong and long for many years. It must be fixed with boards to prevent it from breaking off in the middle. This is the best Cistanche, which is very expensive.

Normally, merchants go to herdsmen's houses to collect Cistanche deserticola, which is dried in the sun.

However, because sometimes in order to seize time, businessmen are willing to accept the ones that have not been dried.

The price difference between the sun dried Cistanche deserticola and the sun dried Cistanche deserticola is five or six times higher. After all, the sun dried Cistanche will shrink, and more time is needed to dry the Cistanche deserticola.

The Cistanche deserticola that the old herdsman took out was dried in the air. The quality is really good, and it is worth the price of thirteen.

However, a lot of the goods that Chen Mu and his company transported from X city this year are not inferior to this one. Chen Mugen didn't need it, so he gave the long strip back to the old herdsman and said with a smile, "Lao Ba, there are really many goods in my family. You should keep this treasure yourself."

"Well, blow as you like, and if you sell it in two days, you won't regret it."

The old herdsman carefully put the strip back, and no longer advised the boy.

The two chatted for a while. Suddenly, a man came to the old herdsman's stall and said to Chen mu, "Hello, Mr. Chen. I'm Zhang Fu. Well, I'm a little presumptuous today. I'm sorry. But there is something I want to talk to you about. Are you free now

Chen Mu was stunned. Unexpectedly, someone came to find him here.

He took a look at Zhang Xuan. He didn't feel like a bad man. After thinking about it, he said, "let's go to the tea house in front of the market gate, OK?"

"Yes"

Zhang Fu nodded and quickly called out: "Lao Wang, go to the tea house at the gate of the market. Mr. Chen and I will go there now."

Chen Mu stood up, put down the tea bowl and said to the old herdsman, "Lao Ba, if you have something to do today, I'll leave first. Thank you for your milk tea."

"Oh, well, you go!"

The old herdsman still can't get back to God, because the unexpected man called Chen Mu "Mr. Chen", which made him wonder: is this boy really the boss of some forestry company?www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!