No pain no gain

Da Zhuang squatted down full of joy, picked out all the small baskets that Zhao Ziyang wanted, there were more than 100, and took out ten ordinary baskets, Da Zhuang had a headache and found that there were more than 100 left.

While the two guys were counting the baskets, Da Zhuang walked around the shop, his eyes lit up when he saw half a container full of scattered trinkets.

"Well, little shopkeeper..." Da Zhuang said after deliberation: "You see, little shopkeeper, if you use a few small baskets to pack things into different categories, it will be more neat and convenient..."

Zhao Ziyang raised his eyebrows and walked slowly.

Da Zhuang cleverly found a few smaller baskets and tried to place them on the container.

Zhao Ziyang took a look around the shop, and he could see that the two guys in the shop had spent some time tidying it up, but due to the variety of goods and small pieces, it always gave people a crowded and messy feeling.

Da Zhuang looked at Zhao Ziyang a little nervously, and he regretted it in his heart. Why are you not satisfied? If you offend this young master, even the previous agreement collapsed, it will be miserable, young masters are not big Most of them don't like others pointing fingers at them!

Zhao Ziyang nodded noncommittally, expressing his agreement with Da Zhuang's words just now, and he didn't really care about the dozens and one hundred coins in his heart, so he said casually: "Then take fifty more."

Da Zhuang happily agreed, quickly picked up another fifty, and diligently helped the two guys clean up half of the trinkets on the shelves. Putting it all together, after half an hour of busy work, Da Zhuang put a half-filled basket of hair ropes with flowers on the shelf, and said hesitantly: "Well, little shopkeeper, we still have to buy something, so hurry back , I’m afraid I won’t be able to continue helping you today, or we, we’ll come back when we go to the market next time..."

Usually, Zhao Ziyang would not stay in this shop for so long. He usually came over to check the books and then hurried to the next one, or went back. Today, he only thought that the person who sold the small baskets was more interesting, so he stayed here on purpose. After a while, sure enough, this kid looked honest and honest, and it was very useful to occasionally mention a few words when he was sorting out the goods. The two guys originally had their own opinions, but after hearing what the kid said, they had to admit that his Ideas are the best.

"Old Cao, pay him the bill!" Zhao Ziyang said to the older man.

The man surnamed Cao responded, opened the cabinet, took out the abacus, and struck it a few times, and quickly calculated the total amount. Sixty ordinary baskets cost 120 Wen, and nine fancy baskets cost 150. 630 Liuwen money, a total of 750 Liuwen.

Da Zhuang thought for a while, counted three, and bought six hair ropes with a small flower tied in rags on them. Those hair ropes were tidied up by Da Zhuang just now, and the materials used were leftovers from making clothes The corners and corners are not expensive, but they look quite beautiful, and you can buy two for a penny.

Da Zhuang chose two sticks in each of the three colors of pink, goose yellow, and light green, and planned to take them back to each of Da Niuer, Er Niuer, and San Niuer.

"Little shopkeeper, two big brothers, you are busy with your work, we will go back first." Da Zhuang packed his things and said goodbye politely.

"Well, by the way, you will weave small baskets in the future, with special patterns, and bring them to this store at the end of the second day of every month, and I will be here." Zhao Ziyang confessed.

"Hehe, slow down, little guest officer!" The two guys said politely.

Da Zhuang nodded repeatedly, followed Zhao Ziyang's words, and called Er Zhuang and the idiot to go outside.

More than 700 Wen is a lot of money for Da Zhuang’s family now. Da Zhuang did a rough calculation, and one penny here is almost equivalent to fifty cents in his previous life, and one thousand Wen is one tael of silver, of course not. Calculating the fees deducted when exchanging money at the money shop, that is to say, one tael of silver is about 500 yuan. The 700 yuan is more than enough to buy seeds and other things for spring sowing.

"Ada, Er Zhuang, San Niuer, listen carefully, don't tell others that we sold the baskets for the money, do you know that!" Da Zhuang said in a low voice.

The idiot has always been a strong man, and he agrees cheerfully.

Although Er Zhuang is young, he also understands the importance of money, so he nodded and promised not to say anything.

The two-year-old San Niuer looked at her second brother and nodded, and shook her head too.

Da Zhuang touched the three little guys in satisfaction, and thought of Er Zhuang calling out the young master just now, so he couldn't help but look at Er Zhuang more. These days, Da Zhuang also knows that this younger brother is smarter, but he didn't expect his memory to be so clever. Well, anyone who has only met once can remember it.

After Da Zhuang and the others walked away, Zhao Ziyang turned around and explained to the two guys: "Send these special baskets and ten ordinary baskets to the back of the clothing store, and I will tell shopkeeper Liu to handle them. Take it back to the shop and sell it."

The two guys hurriedly responded.

"The rest of the goods, the smaller ones, you can use these baskets to sort them out!" Zhao Ziyang said again, without looking at the account book, he quickly left the shop and walked towards the clothing shop just mentioned.

That clothing store is also managed by Zhao Ziyang now. In addition to selling fabrics, it also sells garments. There are many leftover materials, large and small. It’s a pity to lose them. The leisurely needleworkers use leftover materials to decorate small baskets, and each qualified basket pays an extra penny or two for labor costs. Those needleworkers' daughters-in-law are from poor families, and clothing shops are paid according to their workmanship. Money, although this job does not earn a lot now, there are still several free people who are willing to do it.

Da Zhuang had already forgotten about the two hundred or so baskets he had sold, but he didn't have the energy to guess what the young master sold those many baskets for!

After Da Zhuang finished the Chinese New Year, he went to the few acres of land left by his family to take a closer look. The land was not very good, and he could not grow any delicate crops, but it was possible to grow cotton. I found the seeds left by the parents of this body before. There are only a few common vegetable seeds, and there are no other crops. It must be sold out!

After thinking about it, Da Zhuang bought some seeds of cotton, hard beans, corn and a few other vegetables. The prices of cotton and hard bean seeds were not high, and Da Zhuang didn’t buy much. money.

After buying the seeds, I went back to the market, bought some daily necessities, and bought a white bread for each of the three little guys. Da Zhuang himself didn't have much appetite, so he took two slices of steamed buns to deal with it. In addition, pig bones and offal are of course indispensable, and two catties of pork were cut. No matter what to save, Da Zhuang didn't intend to save on food. Now the children of this big family are growing up.

"Zhuang, Da Zhuang, you eat, eat!" The fool took half of the bun and whispered to Da Zhuang's ear.

Da Zhuang looked at the fool for a while, and then saw Er Zhuang and San Niuer who were chomping away, he tossed in his heart, but finally suppressed it, forget it, Er Zhuang is still young, so needless to say San Niuer!

"I don't want to eat, you can eat quickly, it will be cold later." Da Zhuang smiled and pushed the fool's hand back.

"I, I'm full!" The fool stubbornly handed the bun to Da Zhuang's mouth.

"Hey, you child, I really can't eat it, eat it quickly!" Da Zhuang said, blocking the fool's hand.

The fool saw that Da Zhuang persisted, so he began to eat with relish.

After pushing twice like this, Er Zhuang naturally noticed this side, and handed his remaining half of the bun to Da Zhuang, but didn't speak.

Da Zhuang looked at Er Zhuang's reluctance to let go, and was still swallowing saliva in his throat. He couldn't help laughing, what did he care about with such a child: "Brother really doesn't want to eat, you all eat by yourself!"

A big smile appeared on Er Zhuang's face, he withdrew his hand, and finished the remaining buns in two big gulps.