Gao Zhijun, an all-powerful gold-medal female assassin from the 22nd century, transmigrated one day to become a thirteen-year-old farm girl.
During a year of famine, she fled with her family....
Gao Zhijun and Huo Jinqian carefully looked at the carriages and selected twenty-three large carriages, all of which were simple and practical.
Gao Zhijun asked Yazi to find someone to put a layer of oil paper on the roof of the carriage to make it waterproof.
In this way, no matter how heavy the rain is, water will not enter the car.
Then we went to see the cows.
Gao Zhijun has a blind spot when it comes to cows; she doesn't know much about this aspect.
Therefore, the task of looking after the cows was handed over to Huo Jinqian and the villagers.
After half an hour of careful selection, they finally picked out seventeen good cows.
"My lords and ladies, an ox is twenty taels each, and a carriage is ten taels each."
The broker told the price of the cow and the price of the carriage.
"Boss, the price of cattle is too high. We can't afford it."
Gao Zhijun said with an embarrassed look on her face.
Twenty taels for a cow, how could he say that? He thought she was being taken advantage of.
"How much silver do you think is appropriate per head?"
The broker knew that the young lady was not easy to fool, and thought that they were dressed like country people, had never seen the world, and did not know the price of cattle.
"How about this? It's not easy for you to work, and we don't want to make it too difficult for you. An ox is fifteen taels, and a carriage is eight taels. If you can accept this price, I will buy the oxen and the carriage, and also buy three horses."
Although Gao Zhijun didn't know the price of cattle here, she thought the price of five taels of silver was acceptable.
"Fifteen taels? Too low. Add a little more."
When Yazi heard the price, he wanted to cry.
Aunt, do you have to be so ruthless, fifteen taels? He really couldn't make the decision.
And you still say you won't make things difficult for him? You're even more vicious than Hua Xiu's dog.
"I'm sorry, this is the only price I can afford. If it embarrasses you, we won't buy it."
I just want to make things difficult for you. Who told you to ask for such a huge price and want to rip me off?
Is it so easy to make money from me?
This is just shooting oneself in the foot, you deserve it!
"No, I really can't make the decision. I'll take you to see the horses first. I'll talk to the boss and see what he thinks."
You really can't decide the price from the broker, so you have to find the real dealer.
"good!"
Yazi took Gao Zhijun and the others to the stable and let them choose for themselves while he went to find the owner.
The owner of Ya Market is surnamed Fu, a native of Liangzhou.
He was currently looking at this month's account books in his office, and his brows were furrowed.
Sales this month are so bad, even worse than last month. If they continue like this, he doesn't know if he can keep going.
"Knock, knock, knock!" While he was thinking, he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Mr. Fu said.
Yazi pushed the door open and came in front of Mr. Fu to pay his respects to him.
"What is it?"
Mr. Fu asked.
"Master, many people have come to buy cattle. They have taken a fancy to seventeen cattle and twenty-three carriages. They want fifteen taels per cow and eight taels per carriage. I dare not agree to this and have come to ask for your permission."
Yazi told his boss what he wanted to say.
"Fifteen taels? This price is indeed too low. If the other party wants to buy seventeen cows, I might consider it.
I'll go with you and talk to them."
After Mr. Fu finished speaking, he took Yazi to the cowshed.
Yazi followed behind and went to the cowshed.
When they arrived at the stable, Gao Zhijun and her friends selected three horses.
"Boss, they want to buy seventeen cows."
Yazi introduced Gao Zhijun and others to Mr. Fu.
"This is our boss!"
Yazi introduced his boss to Gao Zhijun and the others.
"Sir, what's your name, Miss?"
Mr. Fu asked Huo Jinqian and Gao Zhijun.
He could tell which young man or young lady among these people could have the final say.
"Hello, Boss. My name is Gao Zhijun, and his name is Huo Jinqian. You should be clear about our situation, right?
Can you sell the cattle to us at this price?"
Gao Zhijun spoke to Mr. Fu in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
"Miss Gao, this price is really too low. How about you add another ounce per head, so 16 ounces per head? What do you think?"
Mr. Fu looked at Gao Zhijun. She was so beautiful that she could shame the moon and flowers. In two or three years, when she fully grew up, she would definitely be a peerless beauty.
"Boss, this price is really too high, you should be very clear about it.
Don't forget what winter it is this year. If these cattle fall on your hands, you will lose everything.
If you sell it to us, even if you make less profit, you won’t lose everything.”
Gao Zhijun was also looking at Fu Dongjia, who was about twenty years old, tall and slender, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, straight lips, a full forehead, and a dignified demeanor. He exuded an air of heroism, as calm and resolute as the eternal bluestone.
Mr. Fu felt that she was right. Given the situation this year, if he didn't sell these cattle and horses, they would be left with nothing and he wouldn't know how he would get through the year.
"Considering the large number of cattle you're buying, this is the price. Seventeen cattle, fifteen taels each, for a total of two hundred and fifty-five taels. Twenty-three carriages, eight taels each, for a total of one hundred and eighty-four taels, or four hundred and thirty-nine taels.
Miss, is this the number?"
Mr. Fu was clicking the beads on the abacus.
Gao Zhijun also calculated in her mind and knew that the answer was correct.
"Yes, that's the number."
"I'll give you a discount on the horse that Miss has chosen.
This horse is a good one, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day. Its price is one hundred and twenty taels. The other two horses are also good, so I'll give them one hundred taels each, how about that?
Mr. Fu looked at the three horses he had chosen, all of which were good horses, and he gave a price.