The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

The man said: "Don't you know, we are rolling cigarettes and we rely on this oil lamp at night."

Only then did Cheng Feng understand why their family got into the candle business. It seemed that everything Shang Xi did seemed simple on the surface, but actually had a profound meaning. This was the so-called foresight and foresight.

He said to the man who came to buy an oil lamp: "I will give you three candles, you can use them when you go back."

"What's the matter?"

Cheng Feng pointed to the many candles lit in the room and said, "This is the only thing. It's better than an oil lamp. It doesn't burn your eyes and the light is pretty good."

Many people who buy oil lamps will stare at candles because they have never seen them before, so they are new.

At first, Cheng Feng felt that Shang Xi was wasting his time. Lighting one candle in broad daylight was not enough. More than twenty candles were lit in one room. In Cheng Feng's eyes, they were just too much. But what could he do? In his eyes, This Shang Xi couldn't explain, she could do whatever she wanted, but now he understood that these lit candles were for the customers who entered the store, which saved a lot of explanations and could also arouse everyone's attention. of attention.

A man watched the candle for a long time: "How do you send such a good thing out?"

Cheng Feng said: "The candles are for you to try. After you use them, you can come to us to buy candles."

"Do you give me an oil lamp every time you come to buy something?"

Cheng Feng said: "The oil lamps in our hands are sold out, so we will only sell candles."

“Is this candle durable?”

"One stick can burn for six hours, so it won't be a problem to use it for several nights. It doesn't last as long as an oil lamp, but it is much brighter than an oil lamp and doesn't strain your eyes."

"Isn't it like burning a candle and burning it out in less than one night?"

"Did you sleep that late?"

The man said: "Every household in our village does not turn off the lights until midnight every day."

Cheng Feng said: "Why do you sleep so late?"

"Rolling cigarettes, a family can earn more than ten copper coins a day. If other people don't turn off the lights, can we turn them off?"

Cheng Feng thought for a moment and then followed the guest's wishes and said, "The lights can't be turned off."

In fact, what he was thinking was that he should go to bed on time and get up on time.

The customer smiled and said: "How much does this thing cost?"

"A penny a penny."

The man calculated it and said, "That's much more expensive than an oil lamp."

Cheng Feng understood that it is difficult for a new thing to be recognized and accepted by everyone. He said to this customer: "You will know after you use it."

At the end of the day, people kept coming to buy oil lamps without making a penny, and there were many bundles of candles.

Before closing the shop, two people tied up the copper coins with a rope, and there was still a little more money left for the three coins.

Cheng Feng weighed three pieces of money and said, "Do you think you can make money from these candles? One penny per candle, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and you haven't even made money selling spicy noodles yet."

Shang Xi smiled and said, "It's only the first day, and you're already giving up."

"Is that true? I just think we're afraid that we won't be able to sell this shop even with the rent."

Shang Xi smiled and said: "These are consumables, easy to sell. A bowl of noodles costs [-] yuan, but can people in the village eat them? This candle is different. It can be used by anyone with or without money. Although it’s a bit more expensive than an oil lamp, I’m used to using bright ones, and no one likes to use dark ones.”

Cheng Feng said: "You make sense."

The two worked from dawn to dusk all day long, and finally came back with three ounces of money.

Yuhua was a little frustrated when she saw it, "Li Lihewai, you two also set up more than a thousand candles."

Shang Xi comforted Yuhua and said, "It's all temporary, and things will turn around after a while."

Yuhua said with a sad face: "What better chance can there be? If you do business this way, it's weird that you can make money. I think anything you sell can make more money than this."

After listening to everyone's words, Shang Xi began to think about it. Could it be that he thought too well and couldn't make money with this thing.

Candles are definitely much better than oil lamps. Even if you can't make a lot of money, you should be fine with a small amount. She can't just give up after just one day of selling like everyone else.

The next day Shang Xi and Cheng Feng continued to sell candles. Fortunately, Cheng Feng supported her.

There are still many people.

Then an old woman came with a rosary in her hand.

When he saw the oil lamp in the house, he smiled and said, "I've been to several houses, but yours is the only one with an oil lamp."

Shang Xi stared at the prayer beads in her hand. It was obvious that she was a person of faith.

"My house is fully stocked, not only with oil lamps, but also with candles."

The woman saw the burning candle and said, "What is this?"

"Candles are better than oil lamps."

The woman said very simply: "Bring me some candles."

Shang Xi said: "A bundle is a hundred pieces, and one piece is worth a penny."

The woman smiled, stretched out her hand, took out two taels of silver and handed it to Shang Xi, "Give me two bundles and put them on the carriage outside."

On one side, a man who came to buy an oil lamp said, "There are so many, can we use them all?"

This lady seems to have a very good character. Even if she is in front of a poorly dressed villager, she still answers people's questions.

"My family has a large population, so it's relatively expensive."

Then he walked out with a smile.

Cheng Feng, who was loading oil lamps for others, put down his work, carried two bundles of candles to the woman's carriage, and then came back to continue selling goods.

In a few days, their family had a steady stream of guests, and at the same time, more and more jealous people came to their house. In fact, what they didn't know was that the business of this young couple was losing money every day.

That day their landlord came.

"What's up?"

"I'll talk to you two about the rent."

"What's the deal with rent? Aren't you given a year's rent?"

"Humph, that's not enough. Your business is so good, it is directly related to my house."

Cheng Feng said: "Just tell me."

"Raise the rent."

Cheng Feng gritted his molars and said, "How much will it go up?"

"Fifty taels a month, not a penny less."

Shang Xi, who had been busy at this time, took out the contract and she still wanted to reason with him.

"It's clearly written in white on this black piece of paper, January fifteen taels."

“This is my house and I can charge whatever rent I want.”

He blocked the door with his people, and people who came to buy things blocked the outside.

Cheng Feng said: "Please open the door first."

"If you don't give me money, you don't have to run your business. I can find someone to sell oil lamps and I can still make money here, so I don't have to worry about renting this house."

"It's not a question of whether you have to worry about renting it or not. It's a question of whether I've paid for this house for a year and I won't check out until it's been a year."

The landlord said: "If you don't pay me, you are forcing me to do it, right? Come and give me money."

The landlord brought not just two people, but several more outside. Cheng Feng had noticed it a long time ago because the people swinging by the door with ladders were too conspicuous.