Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

This place is far away from the sea, so someone should buy it.

"After selling fish and selling fish, the lively green skin that just came up from the sea costs a dime a catty..."

Wan Feng's voice echoed in the village.

This time, there were no children who followed the voice, and most of them were young wives and old ladies.

"Child, your fish is too small. They sell fish that are bigger than yours for ten cents a catty."

It's not much smaller, the bigger green skins weigh about ten heads a catty, and his fish has at most twelve heads. Is this considered small?

"That's the price for one catty. If you buy five catties, it's [-] cents. How cheap is it?" Wan Feng had already considered this issue.

"Who can buy five catties of fish at once."

Is five catties of fish a lot?Five catties of fish for a family of five or six is ​​not much good.

"Why don't you get it like this, I'll give you a high scale, it's okay."

The first one to buy was a little daughter-in-law: "Give me three catties."

Wan Feng weighed out three catties of fish, and the scale was really high.

"Look carefully, this scale is going to go up to the sky." After saying this, he poured it into the little daughter-in-law's basin with a splash.

In fact, Wan Feng's scale weighed about two catties and nine taels, even if the scale was lifted high, it was exactly three catties.

He didn't play a tael of scales, but he didn't lose money, otherwise he would have to pay him off.

In his previous life, he had also done business for a few days, and he was not unfamiliar with playing scales.

The market in this village is small and only sold fifteen or six catties of fish in total, so Wan Feng went to the next village.

This is almost the case in the next village.

After walking through three villages in this way, there are still more than ten catties of fish that have not been sold.

Wan Feng couldn't help lamenting that the living standards of the people were still too low, and he had sold the fish of fifty or sixty catties to several villages before selling them all.

Wan Feng didn't plan to sell it anymore. Now that he got his capital back and still had a profit of more than two yuan, he wanted to take the rest of the fish back to eat.

Come to the last village of the Huangjialing Brigade, across from this village is the boundary of the Huanghui Brigade.

When we arrived at Huang Hui's brigade, we were not far from Jiangwei's brigade.

"Kid, what are you selling?"

A woman under a big tree by the side of the road asked Wan Feng when she saw two flat baskets on the back of his bicycle.

"Green-skinned fish, how about a dime a catty?"

"Come and see."

Wan Feng pushed the cart over, and the businessman's instinct was whether the product could be sold or whether he wanted to sell it.

Several women gathered around.

"That's all?"

"That's all there is left, about fourteen to five catties."

"It's a little small, kid, you can make it cheaper and let us pack it together."

Wan Feng thought for a while and said, "Well, these fish are guaranteed to be available during the [-]th and [-]th Five-Year Plan, and I can sell them to you for one yuan, and I can easily go home."

The sale is done, and the remaining steps are to collect money and pay for the goods.

Wan Feng has already pulled all the fish in the basket onto the weighing pan.

But at this moment, a bearded man in his 40s wandered over from nowhere, reeking of alcohol.

He walked up to Wan Feng's bicycle and looked down, then opened the popsicle box casually to have a look, reached out and took out a cantaloupe from it, and gnawed it unceremoniously.

Chapter 121 Don't give up

oops!Who is this old guy?When this is his home?

There are two melons in the box that were left by Wan Feng to Luan Feng, and now one is eaten by the old drunkard.

Wan Feng frowned but didn't say anything after thinking about it.

It is Wan Feng's business creed to do business peacefully and make money, and never to conflict with others unless it is absolutely necessary.

Besides, this is someone else's territory, and the one who suffers from conflicts is himself.

"How much is this fish per catty?" The middle-aged man asked with a straight face while eating cantaloupe.

The women who bought fish all took a step back and no one answered his words.

"They're all sold. These fish cost one yuan." Wan Feng said.

"What! Such a small piece of broken fish sells for one yuan? Do you think that we have no one in Wolong, you little bastard?" A smell of alcohol came to his face.

What is this talking about?Is it expensive for me to sell fourteen or five catties of fish for one yuan?Besides, what do you eat?

Although Wan Feng was furious in his heart, he still had a smile on his face: "Uncle, the fish is a bit small, but my fourteen or five catties of fish are not expensive to sell for one yuan, which is considered the capital price." .”

"Hmph! Cost price? I don't know if you are an old man, this fish is only five cents a catty when it comes down from the sea. How much do you sell it for?"

Of course the ones from the paralyzed seaside are cheap, why are you running to the seaside just to buy two catties of fish?If you go to the seaside to buy two catties of fish, it's up to you whether they sell it or not, and besides, I didn't have to work hard to carry it here.

How much money can I get from the beach and how much to sell here? I'm so sick of my brain!

Wan Feng was about to say something, but unexpectedly, the old drunkard spoke up first: "I've made the decision, I'll give you [-] cents for these fish, get out!"

You call the shots, who the hell are you?

Wan Feng figured it out, he had met Uncle Tun, and he was also an Uncle Tun who drank cat piss and was not particularly disrespectful.

In his previous life, Wan Feng also drank alcohol, but he had never been drunk when he was dizzy.

He has always believed that drinking wine into a person's stomach does not mean drinking into a donkey's stomach, and that drinking must have wine quality, and people who use alcohol to get drunk are crazy.

This old man is trying to show his prestige, but if you show your prestige in front of a child, are you promising?

"Uncle, you are so unshaven, is it interesting for you to bully me as a child?" Wan Feng still had a smile on his face.

"What did you say, little boy? Say it again!" The bearded middle-aged man was still in a good mood, throwing away the leftover melon bottom in his hand and rolling up his sleeves as if he wanted to beat Wan Feng.