The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

In just a few days, the word of mouth of Yu Nian's Grain Shop spread, and many people waited for the Grain Shop to open to sell grain every morning, and formed a long queue every day.

It is because other grain stores have no sorghum to sell at this time, and their sorghum stocks have been exhausted last winter. For the rest of the year, the grain store has almost monopolized half of the sorghum market, and the price is lower than that of other rice grains. It was cheap, so it was naturally spread by word of mouth, and the reputation spread.

Don't look at Jiang Ning's grain store, which only sells [-] shi at most every day, but they sell it every day. Compared with other grain shops that have run out of stock and are half closed, they seem to have a lot of confidence.

In the evening of that day, Jiang Ning was sitting behind the counter keeping accounts, Han Zhiyuan was half leaning on the chair, watching him write, and occasionally picked out a candle for him, at this moment, a boy's voice suddenly came from the front of the hall: "Is there anyone? "

Jiang Ning stopped writing and looked at Han Zhiyuan: "You didn't close the door?"

Han Zhiyuan coughed and said loudly: "It's closed today, please be early tomorrow."

A young man with a bamboo basket on his back came in. He looked a bit simple and honest, with dark skin, about fifteen or sixteen years old. He looked at the two of them cautiously, and said in a low voice, "I'm here to buy sorghum..."

Han Zhiyuan stood up and said, "I'm sorry, brother, it's closed today."

The boy was at a loss for a moment, and muttered, "It's... it's, it's closed... I..."

Jiang Ning looked at the young man, and had a vague impression of him in his mind. Their grain store opened at eight o'clock every morning, and there were already people waiting at that time. This young man always sat on the right step of the gate, carrying a big bamboo Basket, very silent, he only buys two liters each time he buys food, although it is not much, but for more than ten days in a row, he came every other day, and the time was very early, but today he came so late for some reason .

Just as the young man was about to leave dejectedly, Jiang Ning suddenly called him: "Wait a minute, are you also buying two liters today?"

Hearing the words, the young man immediately raised his head, his expression turned joyful and he said, "Yes, can you sell it to me?"

Jiang Ning put down his pen and smiled: "Of course it's possible."

He went to the granary to fetch two liters of sorghum, poured it into the boy's open cloth bag, and asked casually, "Why are you here so late today?"

The young man wrapped the mouth of the bag with hemp rope and tied it tightly, then carefully put it into the bamboo basket, smiled shyly, and replied in a low voice: "Something was delayed at home, and I went out late, so I thought I couldn't buy it." Woolen cloth."

He took out a small coarse cloth bag from his pocket, opened it, and inside was full of polished copper coins. The young man carefully counted it back and forth twice before handing it over to Jiang Ning, and thanked him in a low voice. He picked up the bamboo basket and left.

Jiang Ning took the money, and when he looked up, he saw Han Zhiyuan biting the brush holder, leaning half behind the counter, staring at him intently, Jiang Ning raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Han Zhiyuan smiled and waved at him: "Come here."

Jiang Ning didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, so he walked over as told, stood under the counter, and looked at him inexplicably. A little proudly said: "Come on, call the master to come and listen."

Jiang Ning: "..." It's against you.

After another six or seven days, there was still no sign of rain. Although the locust and willow trees in Yuezhou City had been stripped, they still looked listless and listless. This spring seemed extremely lifeless and unsatisfactory.

Now, what Jiang Ning does most every day is keep accounts and liquidate profits. At this time, he sincerely feels that arithmetic and addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are the greatest inventions in human history, none of them.

Want him to dial the abacus beads?Come on, he only knows that it's good to say three times, five times and two divisions, not to mention Han Zhiyuan. After he quickly left the accounting to Jiang Ning, he took care of the two businesses of sales and cashier. .

It was noon that day, and Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan were lying behind the counter drinking herbal tea. There was nothing they could do, the weather was very dry, and they always felt that the moisture on their bodies was about to be evaporated.

Han Zhiyuan waved the folding fan for Jiang Ning, squinted and looked outside the door, and said, "There are fewer people these days."

Jiang Ning drank herbal tea and said slowly: "Well, but our stock is almost gone, wait two more days—"

Han Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes looking outside the door, and suddenly said, "Give me something to drink."

Jiang Ning had been staring at the account book, and when he heard this, he handed over the herbal tea in his hand. Han Zhiyuan slightly lowered his head and took a big sip, a little regretful: "It's gone."

Jiang Ning glanced at him, then at the cup, such a big cup?

In the next second, he knew why. A smiling man's voice came from the door: "I heard that the two of you have newly opened a grain store, and you have not had time to come to congratulate yourself in the future. It's really rude."

The man's voice was gentle and deep, full of magnetism, and it was like a spring breeze. Jiang Ning turned his head and saw Shen Xuanqing standing at the door, wearing a tooth-colored robe, looking at the two with a smile.

Jiang Ning was a little surprised, stood up and welcomed him in, and said with a smile: "Xuan Qing said seriously, we haven't thanked the third young master for the congratulatory gift that little brother Shen sent that day."

After a few months, when I saw Shen Xuanqing again, he seemed to have changed a lot, his words and deeds became more and more calm, and he also lost the scholarly atmosphere before, and even his emotions were restrained a lot, but he still smiled when he met everyone. Yes, it looks good to talk.

Shen Xuanqing looked at the shop for a while, then said with a smile: "It seems that you are running a very good business."

Jiang Ning said modestly: "It's just a small business."

Shen Xuanqing shook his head, and said: "Even if it's just a small profit, if you don't spend some thought, I'm afraid you won't be able to achieve the current situation."

Jiang Ning smiled slightly, and the two exchanged a few more pleasantries. Han Zhiyuan sat behind the counter and seemed to be very serious about keeping accounts, but in fact, the alarm had already sounded in his heart. He pricked up his ears, his eyes were like searchlights, and he did not move. Sensually scanning Shen Xuanqing's every move back and forth, until he bid farewell and left.

Jiang Ning sent him to the door, turned around, and heard Han Zhiyuan say sourly: "Have you had a good chat?"

Jiang Ning: "..."

At this time, a young man's murmured voice came from outside the door: "Excuse me...does the grain shop still sell grain?"

The two immediately looked in response, and it turned out to be the boy carrying the bamboo basket a few days ago. Han Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him. Jiang Ning suddenly remembered that this boy had indeed not come to buy food for several days.

He smiled and said, "It's not closed yet, how much do you want to buy today?"

The young man grasped the straps of the bamboo basket nervously, rubbed his palms vigorously, his face flushed red, and his voice was like a mosquito: "I...I today..."

Jiang Ning looked at him patiently. The young man lowered his head abruptly, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Can I...can I exchange tea with you?"

Changing tea leaves for sorghum was the first time they had encountered this since they opened the store. Jiang Ning was a little stunned and didn't know how to answer for a while.

As soon as he was silent, the young man became a little panicked, his knuckles turning white as he held the strap of the bamboo basket, as if he had endured a long humiliation, he raised his head at a loss, and said incoherently: "No, it's nothing... I, I ..."

He was almost speechless, with a forbearing expression, and slight twitching of the veins on his forehead. It seemed that he was trying his best to endure the urge to run away, but he held on, with his head slightly lowered, and his back straightened.

Jiang Ning saw the faint traces of water appearing in his eyes, and suddenly smiled and said: "Of course, we just want to buy tea these days, and we are too lazy to go to the tea store. You can exchange it with tea leaves, which will save us effort."

"Really?" The boy suddenly raised his head, his expression a little excited, as if he was alive after a catastrophe.

Jiang Ning replied with a smile: "Of course it is true, how many tea leaves do you have?"

The boy immediately took down the bamboo basket and showed it to the two of them, and said shyly, "These are..." As he spoke, he seemed to be afraid of Jiang Ning's repentance, and explained quickly, "I only need to change half a bucket of sorghum. gone."

Jiang Ning beckoned him to come into the store, and carefully took out the scales and measured them for him, and asked Han Zhiyuan to count them. The tea leaves in the bamboo baskets were all in bags, which were tightly wrapped in oiled paper and airtight.

The young man opened a bag of tea leaves to show them. Jiang Ning looked at the handful of tea leaves. Even after a distance, he could still smell the unique fragrance of tea leaves. The tea buds are straight and sharp, with a smooth surface and well-proportioned size. Even a layman like him can tell that this tea is indeed top grade.

He wondered, "Why don't you sell such good tea?"

The young man stopped what he was doing, gave a wry smile, and said, "At this moment, who is in the mood to drink tea? Besides, this year's new tea is considered ruined, only this bag is new tea, and the rest are from last year. Chen Cha is not worth a few dollars."

After he said that, he was about to untie all the remaining paper bags, but was stopped by Jiang Ning. The young man was a little flustered, and immediately explained: "Because I came out in the morning, I was afraid that the tea leaves would be wet, so I wrapped a few more layers. If it is thick, it is better to untie it.”

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "No need, that's it. There are six liters of tea in total. I'll exchange it for a bucket of rice."

The boy quickly waved his hands and said, "Too many, these are old teas, not worth much."

Jiang Ning smiled but didn't answer. He changed the subject and asked, "Where does your family live? How far does it take to come to Yuezhou City every day?"

The young man scratched his head and said with a simple and honest smile, "My home is in Chunxipo, and it's only thirty miles away. I'm used to walking, and I'll be there in a blink of an eye."

When Han Zhiyuan went to fetch food, Jiang Ning chatted with the young man again, and learned that the young man's name was Weng Lin, his family had been tea farmers for generations, and Chunxipo was a well-known tea town in Yuezhou. Substitute tea has been grown for decades.

Speaking of tea planting, the young man's face showed bitterness, and he said in a sad tone: "It is because too much effort has been spent on the tea mountains, so less food has been planted. This year's spring drought has made every family suffer even more, and a lot of tea has been destroyed. , although the new tea is easy to sell, but in the current situation, who is in the mood to drink tea?"