Chapter 32 for Sale
After returning, Xiao Yu continued to husk the rice. During breaks, he read books with the young lady. Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the remaining rice had all been husked. The young lady's burns on her hands had also fully healed.
Xiao Yu loaded the rice onto the oxcart and hurried to the county town, thinking he could earn at least seven taels of silver. However, when he arrived at the grain store, he found that ordinary people preferred to eat cheap coarse rice to fill their stomachs and were unwilling to eat white rice. After two days, only twenty or thirty jin of the hundred jin of rice had been sold.
In the end, the shopkeeper only kept 200 jin of rice for her, and Xiao Yu had no choice but to take the rest back home.
When Song Luoning saw her pull the rice back, her brows furrowed slightly. Her gaze lingered on the rice bag for a moment, and she roughly guessed the reason.
Ordinary people already live a hard life; being able to fill their stomachs is a good thing. How many people would be willing to buy such expensive rice?
Looking at Xiao Yu's worried face, Song Luo Ning paused for a moment and said, "Husband, why don't you listen to a story from me first?"
Xiao Yu sighed. 1,000 catties of paddy rice yielded 700 catties of rice, but only 300 catties were sold, leaving 400 catties. She really didn't expect that the people here didn't recognize rice.
I also blame myself for not considering the current situation; my grand plan to make money died before it even began.
Seeing that Song Luoning was going to tell him a story, he simply stopped unloading the truck, plopped down on the rice bag, and looked up at Song Luoning.
"What does my wife want to say?"
Song Luoning pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the distance: "① Legend has it that there was once a man who heard that a famous poet had come to this place and wanted to ask him to write a poem. However, he was also a poet himself, and he was worried that the other party would refuse if he invited him. So he came up with a plan. He knew that the man liked to visit temples, so he wrote two lines of poetry on the temple wall. When the man came and saw the poems, he added two more lines after the first two lines, which were even more wonderful than the first two lines. This man took this opportunity to become acquainted with the poet."
Song Luoning stopped, looked at her, and paused for a moment: "Husband's rice is very good, perhaps we can try a different method."
How about another approach?
Xiao Yu pondered for a moment, then felt a surge of joy. How come she hadn't thought of that before? She jumped off the oxcart, grasped Song Luoning's hand, and said happily, "Thank you for reminding me, Madam. I know how to sell it now!"
Since selling directly didn't work, she decided to try a different approach.
Song Luoning looked at her without saying anything more.
The next day, Xiao Yu drove the oxcart to the overpass in the east of the county town, found a board and wrote a sign that read "Listening to a story costs fifteen coins, and you can also get a free pound of white rice" and put it next to the oxcart.
She then began to tell a story. This time, she chose a story about Judge Bao solving a strange case. At first, there weren't many people, but gradually more and more people gathered, and there were cheers from time to time. By the end, she was almost surrounded by a crowd.
When the story ended, everyone conscientiously paid for their rice, and some even bought rice on their own initiative. The 400 jin of rice was all gone in the blink of an eye.
Normally, it costs ten coins to listen to stories at a teahouse, with tea and water costs extra, and the stories are always old and worn out. Although Xiao Yu's place is five coins more expensive than the teahouse, he also gives you a pound of white rice for free. Brown rice costs six coins a pound on the market, and the stories are fresh and interesting. It's a good deal no matter how you look at it.
Of course, there are also some people who come here just to get a piece of the story, watching from afar, and when they actually see some white rice collars, they are very envious.
Xiao Yu didn't force him, after all, he was telling stories on the street, so he couldn't expect others not to prepare, but most people were willing to pay the money.
Perhaps next time she comes, she can rent a tea stall, where she can enjoy tea and listen to audiobooks – that would be quite pleasant.
So Xiao Yu went to a tea stall not far away. The stall owner was a woman in her forties. As soon as she heard Xiao Yu's purpose, she readily agreed: "Come whenever you want. I think you're really losing money by giving away this rice."
Xiao Yu smiled, knowing that this was a well-intentioned reminder, but it was inconvenient to say it outright. She smiled and said, "It's alright, Auntie, if you want to buy rice, I'll give you a discount."
The woman should go down.
After the deal was settled, Xiao Yu packed up the wooden planks and put them on the oxcart. She had been missing the young lady since she left that morning and was really worried about leaving her alone at home. Before leaving, she had given her many instructions, just in case the young lady cooked again.
Although the young lady agreed, he couldn't help but worry; he could only feel at ease when he saw her.
Xiao Yu rode quickly back home, not even having time to bring the oxcart into the courtyard. She pushed open the gate and got into the carriage. Song Luoning was reading a book and was slightly surprised to see her return so early.
Xiao Yu grabbed Song Luoning's hand and took the book from her hand: "Are you reading again? Reading for too long is bad for your eyes. Remember to rest for a while before you start reading again."
Song Luoning knew that once this lecherous man became stubborn, she would have no way to deal with him, so she sighed and said, "I just watched for a while, why are you back so early, husband?"
Upon hearing her question, Xiao Yu knelt down beside her, his face full of excitement. He took out the money he had earned from selling rice over the past two days and placed it in Song Luoning's hand: "Wife, this is what I earned from selling rice, a total of eleven taels of silver. Please keep it safe."
Song Luoning was surprised that it was sold so quickly, and that so much was sold. If she remembered correctly, the scoundrel bought rice for two coins per catty, so a thousand catties cost two taels of silver. After deducting the principal and adding the previous earnings, it cost a full ten taels of silver.
How did this lecher manage to sell all that rice in half a day and make so much money?
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