Chapter 110: People in Beijing are stupid and rich, so they are easy to take advantage of
Chapter 110: People in Beijing are stupid and rich, so they are easy to take advantage of
After getting on the carriage, Tiechui couldn't help but be curious, "Girl, is that Zhouji Rice and Grain Store really haunted?"
Xie Lan shook his head. "How would I know that?"
"Why do you want to go to the weekly journal, young lady? I thought you were going to catch ghosts."
Xie Lan had a hunch that there might be something wrong with the weekly diary, but her main purpose of going to the diary was not to catch ghosts.
"I want to buy that store."
Tiechui was even more surprised. "Want to buy the weekly diary? The girl wants to do business?"
Is the sun rising from the west?
Although the girl has a talent for business, she has always been very lazy. It is harder than climbing to the sky to get her to do something.
Now, for the first time in his life, he wanted to review the weekly diary. Tiechui couldn't help but want to touch Xie Lan's forehead to see if he had a fever.
Xie Lan glared at her unhappily, "Don't worry, your daughter is fine. She's not confused by the fever, and she's not talking nonsense."
Tiechui has been with Xie Lan for many years. Xie Lan used to think she was quiet and boring, but now she speaks more casually. "Miss, what are you going to do with your next weekly diary?"
Xie Lan waved his folding fan and said slowly, "We have planted a lot of sacred rice in Sanqing Mountain this year, and we have started harvesting it now.
The nearby prefectures can't sell it at a good price, but the people in the capital are stupid and have a lot of money. I plan to make a weekly diary and ask the master to send someone to transport the spiritual rice to the capital to sell.
When I make some money, I will renovate the Taoist temple and build a golden statue for the founder."
Xie Lan not only wants to sell spiritual rice, she plans to open a few more stores and transport other grains produced in Sanqing Mountain to Beijing for sale. She also wants to pick Sanqing spiritual tea and transport it all to Beijing to sell to the rich and powerful.
"Girl, are you going to treat everyone in the capital like fish?"
Xie Lan did have this plan, but he said righteously, "Well, how can you say that?
The rice produced in Sanqing Mountain is good stuff. Not only can it fill your stomach, but it also has the effect of nourishing your body. It is incomparable to ordinary rice."
She was not lying. Sanqing Mountain has a history of thousands of years. Not only is the mountain picturesque, but also the Taoist temple is blessed by the ancestors, which breeds spiritual energy. Whether it is the flowers, trees, or crops grown on the mountain, they all grow better than those elsewhere.
Xie Lan was sent to Mount Sanqing as soon as she was born. She was extremely weak at that time, and it was Master Ling Feng who fed her little by little by using porridge made from the magical rice grown on Mount Sanqing.
But at that time, her master didn't grow much spiritual rice, not even enough for them to eat. Because everyone in the Taoist temple was busy learning mystical arts, catching ghosts and drawing talismans, and they didn't pay attention to planting.
Later, as Xie Lan grew up, he had no interest in the brown rice eaten in the temple, so he wanted to grow more spiritual rice.
But she was a person who only cared about enjoying herself, so she naturally would not be able to do it and was unwilling to do it herself.
She wanted to hire some tenants to help with farming, but she had no money herself.
Until two years ago, the master couldn't stand her laziness anymore and lured her to fortune-telling to make money by offering her good deeds, and then he hired some tenants to help expand the farming.
The spiritual rice grown in the past two years has been getting better and better. Not only is the soil and water in Sanqing Mountain better than other places, but Xie Lan also used the magic he learned from his ancestors to set up a formation for the spiritual rice he planted.
The spiritual rice produced here is naturally incomparable to ordinary rice. If it is consumed all year round, it will be of great benefit to the body.
It is especially beneficial for the elderly, children, and those who are physically weak.
The uncle master who is in charge of planting in the temple is too soft-hearted and always sells the spiritual rice at the price of ordinary rice.
If a customer complained to him about being poor, the master would take the initiative to lower the price, or even sell it at half price or give it away for free.
In a year with bad weather, not only can we not make money, we even have to pay the wages of the tenant farmers to grow crops.
Now Xie Lan has come to the capital, where people are stupid and rich, so she has to drive up the price of this spiritual rice and make a lot of money. When she makes money, she will repair the Taoist temple and build a golden statue for the founder.
Considering how hard she works, the ancestor must at least bestow more merit and spiritual energy on her.
"Girl, I think you can't eat the spiritual rice when you leave the Taoist temple, so you are greedy and want to persuade your master to transport the spiritual rice to the capital to sell it."
Xie Lan squinted at Tiechui, "Hey, as the saying goes, see through but don't speak out. Can't you just pretend you don't know? Why do you have to expose your girl? Don't I want to save face?" "But girl, don't you always say that face is worth a few dollars? Enjoying life in time is the right way."
Oh, how come this girl remembers it so clearly?
She cleared her throat and said innocently, "Nonsense, I never said that. You must have remembered it wrong."
Tiechui twitched his lips helplessly, knowing that the girl would cheat.
The carriage stopped, and Xie Lan knew that Zhou Ji had arrived, so he quickly jumped off the carriage.
Zhou Yu looked at the various rice grains in the store, his face full of gloom. It was already the end of the month, and he still hadn't sold a single grain of rice.
I heard footsteps and knew someone was coming.
Zhou Yu quickly put away the gloom on his face, turned around and put on a simple smile, "What do you want, girl? My store has high-quality refined rice and ordinary brown rice. You can choose whatever you want. I guarantee to give you the best price."
"I'll see it myself. I don't need your introduction. Go away."
Zhou Yu's eyes flashed with displeasure. In the past, his store had good business, and customers who came to the store had to smile at him and try to please him. He had never seen the customer's face.
But now... thinking of the monthly losses, Zhou Yu had to suppress his anger.
Xie Lan waved his folding fan and walked around the store slowly before speaking, "Are you Mr. Zhou?"
In order to sell the piled up rice, Zhou Yu bowed and nodded, "Miss, you have good eyesight. I am Zhou Yu."
"Are you going to sell this shop?"
Zhou Yu was stunned, "Don't you want to buy rice, girl?"
"I'm not interested in your rice, but I would consider buying this shop if the price is right."
Ever since word got out about the haunted store, no one had come to ask for the price, but he didn't expect there would be a surprise today. He didn't know whose girl she was, but since he had met her, he couldn't miss her.
Zhou Yu put on a silly smile again, "I'm not bragging, the location of my store is very good, the girl should have seen it on the way here, there are quite a lot of people on this street.
In addition to this store, there is also a yard and a warehouse in the back. I originally planned to sell it for 18,000 taels. If the girl really wants it, I can give you more discounts. Just give me 6,800 taels and I will sell this store to you. "
Xie Lan sneered in her heart, thinking that she was being taken advantage of.
"Your price is not bad, but I want to see if the backyard is worth it first."
Zhou Yu didn't expect that the girl would agree so easily. She was indeed a fool who knew nothing about the world.
He smiled even more happily, "Okay, girl, follow me. I guarantee you will like the backyard after you see it."
Xie Lan didn't say anything, went into the backyard and looked around.
Suddenly, someone in the yard asked Zhou Yu, "Boss Zhou, I heard you want to sell this shop, how much do you want?"
Xie Lan raised her eyebrows. She was familiar with this voice.
He walked out of the room in two or three steps.
It turned out to be an acquaintance.
"Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry you're late. I want this store."
Xiao Jin looked back, wondering why he kept running into this greedy Kun Dao everywhere?
(End of this chapter)