Chapter 591: selling melons (1)
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Chapter 591 Selling Melons (1)
People sell melons, he buys melons. It's not enough for people to sell it cheaply, and they have to give watermelons for free, so that he can embezzle other people's carload of watermelons openly and justifiably. I didn't expect there to be such a brazen person in the world.
Or someone who is familiar with sage books, is he doing human affairs?
The people on the second floor across from him can no longer despise Zhu Pingan outside the window. How much do you need this.
"Well, it's free."
Zhu Pingan looked at the old melon seller and nodded, and repeated it again.
The old watermelon seller's face was pale, his body shook, and he seemed to be unable to stand still. He gasped for a long time and didn't catch his breath. "My lord, are you joking with the little old man?"
"I'm not joking." Zhu Pingan shook his head, and then comforted the old man, "Don't worry about the old man, you won't lose money."
Won't it make me lose money? !
Cough cough, I heard that the old melon seller felt like falling into an abyss, and he felt that people's hearts were sinister, and he gave away a carload of watermelons for nothing, how could he not lose money.
There was booing on the second floor of the private room in the opposite restaurant. I thought that someone outside the window was brazen enough, but I didn’t expect him to be even more brazen. I really treated the old man like a three-year-old child! It's really shameless to let people give it away for nothing, and say that they won't let them lose money! As a human being, you can't be too Zhu Pingan!
Seeing that the old man looked like he had met a dog officer, Zhu Pingan rubbed his nose, shook his head and smiled, then picked a relatively large watermelon from the car, picked it up and handed it to the old man.
Come on, the old man took the watermelon with a dazed expression on his face.
"Old man, you have a lot of life experience. If you weigh it with your hands, how heavy is this watermelon?" Zhu Pingan asked.
Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials.
The old man was unwilling, but who would let someone be an official? What could he do as a commoner, so he weighed it with his hands to feel it, and then said, "It's about ten catties."
"Be precise, accurate to two." Zhu Pingan shook his head.
"Twelve catties." The old man felt it again and estimated a precise weight.
"Old man, use the scale to weigh it again." Zhu Ping'an nodded, and asked the old man to weigh it with the watermelon scale.
"Twelve catties and six taels."
The old man put the watermelon into the bag, then skillfully picked up the steelyard, hooked the iron hook hanging under the scale through the mouth of the bag, picked up the rope on the steelyard with his hands, lifted it up, adjusted the weight until the steelyard was balanced, and then said exact weight.
Zhu Ping'an nodded in satisfaction, then picked out another watermelon, and asked the old man to weigh it with his hands again to estimate an accurate weight.
"Ten and a half catties." The old man estimated.
Zhu Ping'an asked the old man to weigh the weight with a steelyard, and the result was ten catties and nine taels. Although the old man's estimate was relatively close, there was still an error of four taels, which was close to half a catty.
Then, Zhu Pingan picked another smaller watermelon, asked the old man to weigh it with his hands again, and then weighed it with a steelyard.
This made the old man repeat six times in total.
"What is he doing? It's like being possessed by a demon."
In the private room on the second floor of the opposite restaurant, a little maid looked out of the window and asked very puzzled.
"Obviously, he was picking watermelons. You can see that the watermelons he picked were either big or sweet-looking. He picked all the good watermelons," the girl next to him replied confidently.
Then, the girls nearby nodded vigorously, feeling that the analysis made sense.
After repeating it six times, Zhu Pingan walked up to the old man selling melons, and whispered something to the old man, the voice was relatively low, and while speaking, he gestured with his hands, as if he was analyzing with the old man.
"Playing tricks." The restaurant on the second floor opposite Zhu Pingan couldn't hear what Zhu Pingan said to the old man, so he couldn't help but pouted, and gave another contemptuous pause.
But the strange thing is that following Zhu Ping'an's words, the old man's face gradually changed from black to natural, and then to rosy, as if a little excited.
"Can it work?" The old man was still not confident.
"Didn't you try it just now, you should know better than me whether it will work or not." Zhu Ping'an slightly hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes shone with confidence, like a torch in the dark night, "Do you want to try again? "
"You don't need to try again. I believe in you, so I will do as you say." The old man seemed to be infected by Zhu Pingan's confidence, and he shook his head vigorously, expressing that he didn't need to try again.
Old man, you have been fooled!
Except for what Zhu Pingan said to the old man just now, I didn’t hear the following conversations, I vaguely heard the second floor opposite, seeing that the old melon seller seemed to be tricked by Zhu Pingan, and then all the surprised little mouths opened into circles , I was very nervous for the old melon seller.
Hate iron but not steel.
Next, they saw the old man who sells melons being "deceived" by Zhu Ping'an. If it wasn't for the master's refusal, they would like to expose Zhu Ping's true colors loudly.
"The old man went to buy paper."
The little maids watched the old melon seller go to a nearby pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop to buy a piece of rough white paper.
"I also borrowed pens and inks from other people's shops." Another little maid added.
"The liar picked up the pen and wants to write?" The little maids saw that the old melon seller had bought a piece of paper and borrowed a pen and ink, and they saw the liar Zhu Ping'an in their mouths, who took the pen and ink just now. Start writing on a piece of white paper.
"I didn't expect that person to be bad, but his handwriting is not bad."
"What's so good, my lady can't write it better."
For a while, several heads looked out of the window on the second floor, watching the scene outside the window curiously.
Soon, Zhu Pingan finished writing, pasted the written white paper on a wooden board, and then stood it in front of the watermelon cart.
The top line of the white paper was written in capital letters: Free watermelon; the second line was written in slightly smaller characters: Guess the weight of the watermelon, within two taels of error, take the watermelon for free, free of charge; error two In addition to taels, buy watermelons at six cents per catty. The last line is the modern standard slogan: pass by, don't miss it.
After erecting it, Zhu Pingan asked the old man to sell it loudly, also for those illiterate people, "Pass by, don't miss it, and give away watermelons for free."
What, free watermelon?
It's really free watermelon.
Curious people nearby stopped after hearing the words, stopped again, and found that they were still giving away watermelons for free, so they gathered around.
In a short while, the inner three floors and the outer three floors were all full of people. Seeing so many people coming to the watermelon stand, the old man shouted even more excitedly, so more people came and squeezed in one after another.
(end of this chapter)
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Chapter 591 Selling Melons (1)
People sell melons, he buys melons. It's not enough for people to sell it cheaply, and they have to give watermelons for free, so that he can embezzle other people's carload of watermelons openly and justifiably. I didn't expect there to be such a brazen person in the world.
Or someone who is familiar with sage books, is he doing human affairs?
The people on the second floor across from him can no longer despise Zhu Pingan outside the window. How much do you need this.
"Well, it's free."
Zhu Pingan looked at the old melon seller and nodded, and repeated it again.
The old watermelon seller's face was pale, his body shook, and he seemed to be unable to stand still. He gasped for a long time and didn't catch his breath. "My lord, are you joking with the little old man?"
"I'm not joking." Zhu Pingan shook his head, and then comforted the old man, "Don't worry about the old man, you won't lose money."
Won't it make me lose money? !
Cough cough, I heard that the old melon seller felt like falling into an abyss, and he felt that people's hearts were sinister, and he gave away a carload of watermelons for nothing, how could he not lose money.
There was booing on the second floor of the private room in the opposite restaurant. I thought that someone outside the window was brazen enough, but I didn’t expect him to be even more brazen. I really treated the old man like a three-year-old child! It's really shameless to let people give it away for nothing, and say that they won't let them lose money! As a human being, you can't be too Zhu Pingan!
Seeing that the old man looked like he had met a dog officer, Zhu Pingan rubbed his nose, shook his head and smiled, then picked a relatively large watermelon from the car, picked it up and handed it to the old man.
Come on, the old man took the watermelon with a dazed expression on his face.
"Old man, you have a lot of life experience. If you weigh it with your hands, how heavy is this watermelon?" Zhu Pingan asked.
Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials.
The old man was unwilling, but who would let someone be an official? What could he do as a commoner, so he weighed it with his hands to feel it, and then said, "It's about ten catties."
"Be precise, accurate to two." Zhu Pingan shook his head.
"Twelve catties." The old man felt it again and estimated a precise weight.
"Old man, use the scale to weigh it again." Zhu Ping'an nodded, and asked the old man to weigh it with the watermelon scale.
"Twelve catties and six taels."
The old man put the watermelon into the bag, then skillfully picked up the steelyard, hooked the iron hook hanging under the scale through the mouth of the bag, picked up the rope on the steelyard with his hands, lifted it up, adjusted the weight until the steelyard was balanced, and then said exact weight.
Zhu Ping'an nodded in satisfaction, then picked out another watermelon, and asked the old man to weigh it with his hands again to estimate an accurate weight.
"Ten and a half catties." The old man estimated.
Zhu Ping'an asked the old man to weigh the weight with a steelyard, and the result was ten catties and nine taels. Although the old man's estimate was relatively close, there was still an error of four taels, which was close to half a catty.
Then, Zhu Pingan picked another smaller watermelon, asked the old man to weigh it with his hands again, and then weighed it with a steelyard.
This made the old man repeat six times in total.
"What is he doing? It's like being possessed by a demon."
In the private room on the second floor of the opposite restaurant, a little maid looked out of the window and asked very puzzled.
"Obviously, he was picking watermelons. You can see that the watermelons he picked were either big or sweet-looking. He picked all the good watermelons," the girl next to him replied confidently.
Then, the girls nearby nodded vigorously, feeling that the analysis made sense.
After repeating it six times, Zhu Pingan walked up to the old man selling melons, and whispered something to the old man, the voice was relatively low, and while speaking, he gestured with his hands, as if he was analyzing with the old man.
"Playing tricks." The restaurant on the second floor opposite Zhu Pingan couldn't hear what Zhu Pingan said to the old man, so he couldn't help but pouted, and gave another contemptuous pause.
But the strange thing is that following Zhu Ping'an's words, the old man's face gradually changed from black to natural, and then to rosy, as if a little excited.
"Can it work?" The old man was still not confident.
"Didn't you try it just now, you should know better than me whether it will work or not." Zhu Ping'an slightly hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes shone with confidence, like a torch in the dark night, "Do you want to try again? "
"You don't need to try again. I believe in you, so I will do as you say." The old man seemed to be infected by Zhu Pingan's confidence, and he shook his head vigorously, expressing that he didn't need to try again.
Old man, you have been fooled!
Except for what Zhu Pingan said to the old man just now, I didn’t hear the following conversations, I vaguely heard the second floor opposite, seeing that the old melon seller seemed to be tricked by Zhu Pingan, and then all the surprised little mouths opened into circles , I was very nervous for the old melon seller.
Hate iron but not steel.
Next, they saw the old man who sells melons being "deceived" by Zhu Ping'an. If it wasn't for the master's refusal, they would like to expose Zhu Ping's true colors loudly.
"The old man went to buy paper."
The little maids watched the old melon seller go to a nearby pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop to buy a piece of rough white paper.
"I also borrowed pens and inks from other people's shops." Another little maid added.
"The liar picked up the pen and wants to write?" The little maids saw that the old melon seller had bought a piece of paper and borrowed a pen and ink, and they saw the liar Zhu Ping'an in their mouths, who took the pen and ink just now. Start writing on a piece of white paper.
"I didn't expect that person to be bad, but his handwriting is not bad."
"What's so good, my lady can't write it better."
For a while, several heads looked out of the window on the second floor, watching the scene outside the window curiously.
Soon, Zhu Pingan finished writing, pasted the written white paper on a wooden board, and then stood it in front of the watermelon cart.
The top line of the white paper was written in capital letters: Free watermelon; the second line was written in slightly smaller characters: Guess the weight of the watermelon, within two taels of error, take the watermelon for free, free of charge; error two In addition to taels, buy watermelons at six cents per catty. The last line is the modern standard slogan: pass by, don't miss it.
After erecting it, Zhu Pingan asked the old man to sell it loudly, also for those illiterate people, "Pass by, don't miss it, and give away watermelons for free."
What, free watermelon?
It's really free watermelon.
Curious people nearby stopped after hearing the words, stopped again, and found that they were still giving away watermelons for free, so they gathered around.
In a short while, the inner three floors and the outer three floors were all full of people. Seeing so many people coming to the watermelon stand, the old man shouted even more excitedly, so more people came and squeezed in one after another.
(end of this chapter)
Chapter 591 Selling Melons 1People sell melons, he buys melons. It's not enough for people to sell it cheaply, and they have to give watermelons for free, so that he can embezzle other people's carload of watermelons openly and justifiably. I didn't expect there to be such a brazen person in the world. Or someone who is familiar with sage books, is he doing human affairs?The people on the second floor across from him can no longer despise Zhu Pingan outside the window. How much do you need this. "Well, it's free."Zhu Pingan looked at the old melon seller and nodded, and repeated it again.The old watermelon seller's face was pale, his body shook, and he seemed to be unable to stand still. He gasped for a long time and didn't catch his breath. "My lord, are you joking with the little old man?" "I'm not joking." Zhu Pingan shook his head, and then comforted the old man, "Don't worry about the old man, you won't lose money."Won't it make me lose money? !Cough cough, I heard that the old melon seller felt like falling into an abyss, and he felt that people's hearts were sinister, and he gave away a carload of watermelons for nothing, how could he not lose money.There was booing on the second floor of the private room in the opposite restaurant. I thought that someone outside the window was brazen enough, but I didn't expect him to be even more brazen. I really treated the old man like a three-year-old child! It's really shameless to let people give it away for nothing, and say that they won't let them lose money! As a human being, you can't be too Zhu Pingan!Seeing that the old man looked like he had met a dog officer, Zhu Pingan rubbed his nose, shook his head and smiled, then picked a relatively large watermelon from the car, picked it up and handed it to the old man.Come on, the old man took the watermelon with a dazed expression on his face. "Old man, you have a lot of life experience. If you weigh it with your hands, how heavy is this watermelon?" Zhu Pingan asked.Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials.The old man was unwilling, but who would let someone be an official? What could he do as a commoner, so he weighed it with his hands to feel it, and then said, "It's about ten catties." "Be precise, accurate to two." Zhu Pingan shook his head. "Twelve catties." The old man felt it again and estimated a precise weight. "Old man, use the scale to weigh it again." Zhu Ping'an nodded, and asked the old man to weigh it with the watermelon scale. "Twelve catties and six taels."The old man put the watermelon into the bag, then skillfully picked up the steelyard, hooked the iron hook hanging under the scale through the mouth of the bag, picked up the rope on the steelyard with his hands, lifted it up, adjusted the weight until the steelyard was balanced, and then said exact weight.Zhu Ping'an nodded in satisfaction, then picked out another watermelon, and asked the old man to weigh it with his hands again to estimate an accurate weight. "Ten and a half catties." The old man estimated.Zhu Ping'an asked the old man to weigh the weight with a steelyard, and the result was ten catties and nine taels. Although the old man's estimate was relatively close, there was still an error of four taels, which was close to half a catty.Then, Zhu Pingan picked another smaller watermelon, asked the old man to weigh it with his hands again, and then weighed it with a steelyard. This made the old man repeat six times in total. "What is he doing? It's like being possessed by a demon."In the private room on the second floor of the opposite restaurant, a little maid looked out of the window and asked very puzzled. "Obviously, he was picking watermelons. You can see that the watermelons he picked were either big or sweet-looking. He picked all the good watermelons," the girl next to him replied confidently.Then, the girls nearby nodded vigorously, feeling that the analysis made sense.After repeating it six times, Zhu Pingan walked up to the old man selling melons, and whispered something to the old man, the voice was relatively low, and while speaking, he gestured with his hands, as if he was analyzing with the old man. "Playing tricks." The restaurant on the second floor opposite Zhu Pingan couldn't hear what Zhu Pingan said to the old man, so he couldn't help but pouted, and gave another contemptuous pause. But the strange thing is that following Zhu Ping'an's words, the old man's face gradually changed from black to natural, and then to rosy, as if a little excited. "Can it work?" The old man was still not confident."Didn't you try it just now, you should know better than me whether it will work or not." Zhu Ping'an slightly hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes shone with confidence, like a torch in the dark night, "Do you want to try again? " "You don't need to try again. I believe in you, so I will do as you say." The old man seemed to be infected by Zhu Pingan's confidence, and he shook his head vigorously, expressing that he didn't need to try again.Old man, you have been fooled!Except for what Zhu Pingan said to the old man just now, I didn't hear the following conversations, I vaguely heard the second floor opposite, seeing that the old melon seller seemed to be tricked by Zhu Pingan, and then all the surprised little mouths opened into circles , I was very nervous for the old melon seller.Hate iron but not steel.Next, they saw the old man who sells melons being "deceived" by Zhu Ping'an. If it wasn't for the master's refusal, they would like to expose Zhu Ping's true colors loudly. "The old man went to buy paper."The little maids watched the old melon seller go to a nearby pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop to buy a piece of rough white paper. "I also borrowed pens and inks from other people's shops." Another little maid added."The liar picked up the pen and wants to write?" The little maids saw that the old melon seller had bought a piece of paper and borrowed a pen and ink, and they saw the liar Zhu Ping'an in their mouths, who took the pen and ink just now. Start writing on a piece of white paper. "I didn't expect that person to be bad, but his handwriting is not bad." "What's so good, my lady can't write it better."For a while, several heads looked out of the window on the second floor, watching the scene outside the window curiously. Soon, Zhu Pingan finished writing, pasted the written white paper on a wooden board, and then stood it in front of the watermelon cart.The top line of the white paper was written in capital letters: Free watermelon; the second line was written in slightly smaller characters: Guess the weight of the watermelon, within two taels of error, take the watermelon for free, free of charge; error two In addition to taels, buy watermelons at six cents per catty. The last line is the modern standard slogan: pass by, don't miss it.After erecting it, Zhu Pingan asked the old man to sell it loudly, also for those illiterate people, "Pass by, don't miss it, and give away watermelons for free."What, free watermelon? It's really free watermelon.Curious people nearby stopped after hearing the words, stopped again, and found that they were still giving away watermelons for free, so they gathered around.In a short while, the inner three floors and the outer three floors were all full of people. Seeing so many people coming to the watermelon stand, the old man shouted even more excitedly, so more people came and squeezed in one after another.end of this chapter
