Datang broom star

After some disputes, the tofu was robbed by several merchants, and there was a pile of copper coins in the basket.

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Chapter 5 The Businessman Who is Not Afraid of Death

A piece of tofu is five dollars, the tofu made today is 30 yuan, three 55 yuan

150 money!

Yang Deli felt extremely heavy carrying the purse.

A bucket of rice is more than ten catties, and five yuan is enough. The money here can buy thirty buckets of rice.

A certain Yang Deli has never seen so much money!

Several merchants shared 30 yuan of tofu, and one of them asked with a smile, "Jia Langjun, may we make more of this white jade tofu?"

Good things that can make money, you only get 30 yuan a day, how can you make money?

"It's easy to say." Jia Pingan nodded, but refused to say how much he could do every day.

How to make tofu, is it difficult, how much can be made in a day, these are all in Jia Ping'an's mind, he deliberately didn't say it, it was just rotten, which made these businessmen feel itchy.

As for whether these merchants will give up because the amount of tofu they sell every day is too small and they feel that they are not making money, Jia Pingan thinks they can't.

What do rich people want?Isn't it something new?These businessmen use tofu to pry open the doors of those rich people. There are so many benefits!The main thing here is not to make money, but to build friendship and relationships.Just like how expensive luxury goods are sold in later generations, countless people still flock to them. Some people are not rushing for the goods themselves, but willingly pay for the name of luxury goods.

At this time, a child ran out from the side. After seeing Jia Ping'an, he shouted: "The broom star is here, run!"

Several businessmen who were thinking about how to use tofu to open up the high-end market slowly looked at Jia Pingan.

The matter of the broom star has already spread, but the outside world is not very clear about the specific situation.

The broom star turned out to be Jia Pingan who makes tofu?

In an instant, the faces of several businessmen turned pale, and one of them slumped on the ground and cried, "So-and-so is going to die today!"

Uh

A few villagers watching from behind couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing, thinking that Jia Pingan, the broom star, was really a scammer, and these businessmen didn't know how unlucky they would be when they went back.

Jia Pingan knew that the name of the broom star would spread slowly, and finally spread to Chang'an City, so he was very calm and said: "Tomorrow is still this time to sell tofu, and those who wish can come."

He turned and went in, and several villagers hurriedly avoided it, as if they were avoiding the plague god.

Yang Deli followed behind with a basket in his hand, feeling hopeless, and said in a low voice, "It's safe, I'm afraid they won't come again?"

This tofu business is just about to start, if the merchants are afraid to come, how can they make money?

What Yang Deli regretted most at the moment was that his cousin didn't sell the formula. If he wanted to sell it now, no one would pay a big price.

Thinking of the end of the old Jia family's plan to make a fortune, he couldn't help being heartbroken.

"Don't worry about this." Jia Pingan's tone was very firm.

The business environment of Datang, to be honest, is not good at least at the moment, and it is incomparable with the Song Dynasty.

"What is a businessman?" Jia Pingan didn't want to say it at first, but he thought that during the four years since his parents passed away, his cousin had been taking care of Yuanshen, and he was his only relative, so he had to look at him differently.

"It's just to make money." Yang Deli has lived in the countryside all his life, so he has only so much experience.

"If there is [-]% interest in a business, the businessman will dare to take risks; if there is [-]% interest, the businessman will dare to take the risk of beheading."

The broom star can kill people, this is just an illusory concept, and there is no standard to measure it.For example, who is the old Jack, or who is not.

Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the merchants flinched.

He has thousands of years of knowledge, far surpassing Yang Deli and those people, so he is full of confidence.

Village magistrate Yang Zhongshun was looking after his wife when a neighbor came outside and said excitedly, "Shoba Xing, Sao Baxing is indeed a Sao Baxing!"

Yang Zhongshun was stunned, "What happened to him?"

The neighbor said: "Then Jia Pingan didn't know what kind of tofu he made, and he even attracted several merchants to buy it, but the faces of those merchants changed drastically after hearing that he was a broom star. It seems that he might not be able to continue this business."

"Hey!" Yang Zhongshun sighed, got up and went out of the room, and said: "That year I remembered that a great Confucian passed by our Yangjiawu. Just when he was about to leave the house, he was chased by a dog, and when he escaped the dog and went out again, the Confucianism had already left, so it can be seen that this person can not only restrain others, but also restrain himself. This is normal."

Everyone thought it was normal for Broomstar to be unlucky.

"It's just his white jade tofu"

The neighbor said regretfully: "He probably wants to sell the prescription. Last time, someone paid five pennies, but this time it may be three pennies at most. After all, Jia Pingan is not destined to get rich!"

Yang Zhongshun said: "Look at him, since he was born, he has been unlucky. He has been unlucky all the way, and he is also unlucky to do anything. How can such a person get rich?"

"Cousin, buy twenty catties of beans." After returning home, Jia Pingan explained the matter.

Yang Deli felt that his cousin might be burned, so he couldn't help reaching out to touch his forehead, "Those businessmen are afraid to come?"

"Just go." Jia Pingan thought of wheat rice, and immediately became interested, "Cousin, buy some rice by the way, let's make rice."

Thinking of rice, he couldn't help it.

Although Yang Deli looked thin, he was quite strong. He bought some things later, and Jia Pingan cooked it himself. He made fried rice in a pot similar to a copper tripod, which immediately frightened Yang Deli.

"When will you be cooking, Ping An?"

After his uncle and aunt left, Yang Deli has been taking care of Jia Pingan. When did Jia Pingan cook?

But now he almost swallowed the fried rice with his tongue.

Yes!

This is a problem.

Jia Pingan felt that he had neglected this, but he immediately thought of an excuse, "There is a golden house in the book, and everything in the book, so-and-so cooking is a genius."

There are not many scholars these days, so Yang Deli really thought it was a fool, and cried again, and reported Jia Pingan's current career to Jia Pingan's mother, that is, his aunt.

As for Jia Pingan, after leaving the beauty of a bowl of soup every day, he just feels refreshed.

The management method of the village in Wubao is similar to that of the workshops in the city. The door is closed every day when the hour comes, and the door is only opened when the hour comes in the morning, and the key is in the hands of the village official.

At five o'clock, the sky was dim, and the eastern sky was faintly white.

Yang Zhongshun had some abdominal pain, but there were villagers gathering behind him, waiting for him to open the door and then go to work in the field.