"I can't help it. I'm always accused of being a traitor and not helping the Zhao family. I don't even know my last name.
Now, I have a new way to make money, so I called him over to discuss it with me."
The village chief was silent. He couldn't ask Zhao Dashu to stop helping his people, could he? After all, prosperity is for all. His last name was Zhao.
"What good things have you made?"
"I'll talk to the clan leader when he comes." He didn't want to waste time talking to both sides.
village head:……
"Don't you feel like playing cards and drinking without me recently? Do you miss me?" He also wanted to go out for some fun, but when he thought about his wife and daughter who were looking forward to it, and then thought about the fact that he was the head of the family, the pillar of the family, what would happen if he couldn't support this family. He couldn't let his daughter and wife down. He would talk about playing later. After all, he, Zhao Dashu, was still young. Just like his daughter said, he had a promising future and could achieve great things.
He will work hard in the next few years, and then he will have fun in the future. When he becomes successful, the brothers who play cards with him now will envy and be jealous of him, and even his father will be blinded by his envy.
Well, I can’t play cards anymore, and I can’t drink anymore.
"No, I don't want to, not at all. I just want to study hard now. The tuition fee is too expensive. We have been picking river gourds for several months and have not studied. All the tuition fees are wasted. I must earn it back while I have free time recently."
His daughter said that learning is about earning money, and knowledge is in the mind of students and no one can steal it. He felt that what his daughter said made a lot of sense.
The village chief was speechless. If you didn't look so distressed, he would have believed it. He didn't believe a word you said about hiding at home to study. If you were studying, what would you bring out today?
The village chief was very secretive and thought he had guessed correctly that Zhao Dashu was making money at home. He saw through it but couldn't tell anyone, Dashu had already made a lot of money with them, and now that he had something new, he was the first to come to the door.
He just didn't know what it was this time, and this feeling of anticipation made him feel like a cat scratching his head.
When the clan leader came, he was a little unhappy. He felt that he had lost points. What a bastard! He was the clan leader and his uncle, but he actually asked the servants to call him to the house. Shouldn't he go to his house in person to discuss things or pick him up in person?
The clan leader felt humiliated and no longer valued.
"What do you want to see me about? Although it's winter, I'm busy with family and clan affairs, so I don't have much free time."
The village chief immediately turned his head away. He didn't want to pay attention to the old man who took advantage of his seniority. He really couldn't stand the fact that he didn't know who he was and was busier than the county magistrate.
Pretentious old guy!
Zhao Dashu immediately chose to close his eyes and pretend that he didn't see anything. What does it mean to make trouble for no reason? The person he was talking about was the old fellow in front of him.
He and his father are indeed brothers, with exactly the same personality and temperament. His grandmother should not have cheated on him, and all his children are bastards.
"Uncle, please sit down and serve tea."
Patriarch Zhao sat next to the village chief with a very imposing manner, which made Zhao Dashu uncomfortable. His back was so hunched, but he still forced himself to sit a little higher and look more imposing. He was suffering for wanting to save face.
"Uncle, village chief, you guys try this first." Zhao Dashu picked up the candy from the plate.
"Isn't this just selling candy in the county town? What's wrong with that?"
"How about you try it first?"
The village chief didn't know what kind of gourds Zhao Dashu was selling, but he ate one as he was told. Like the clan leader, he actually loved sweets, but his family was poor and had no candy to eat, and he had to save the occasional bit for his children, so he could only bear it himself.
The candy melted in his dry old mouth. It was so sweet! Delicious!
"Uncle Village Chief, what do you think of this candy? Does it taste good?"
The village chief looked puzzled. "Isn't it just candy bought from the county? Doesn't it taste the same?"
Hahahaha...the village chief didn’t figure it out!
"What do you think, uncle?"
He hadn't eaten candy for a long time, so how could he feel, "It's sweet! You called me here just to give me a candy?" Is this guy out of his mind? Just like his daughter.
"Village Chief, I made this candy myself."
"Plop", the candy fell out of the patriarch's mouth because his mouth was too wide open and he couldn't cover it.
"Big Tree, what do you mean?" The village chief didn't expect him to be so capable that he could even make sugar. Everyone knows what sugar is and how expensive it is.
"Look at this candy. Isn't it similar to the ones made in the county? It's even tastier and prettier than the ones made in the county."
Indeed, it has become much better.
"I can sell sugar to the villagers. Outside, it sells for 80 wen per pound, but I only need 60 wen here. The villagers can buy it and sell it themselves, making a little profit from the difference, and it can also bring some income to their families."
"Big tree, will you lose money if you sell it for 60 cents? I think it's better than the ones sold in the county town."
Zhao Dashu blinked a little guilty, "It's true that I didn't lose money. For the sake of my fellow villagers to live a good life, it doesn't matter whether I make money or not."
The village chief was moved by Dashu’s sincerity, so he asked if there was anyone in the village who was as magnanimous as him, so... The village chief was at a loss for words.
"Are you really selling it to us for 60 cents?" The clan leader took another candy and stuffed it into his mouth, eating it more carefully this time than last time. If you say Zhao Dashu doesn't make money, he won't believe it even if he's beaten to death. But if you say he doesn't make much, he still believes it.
The goods were purchased at 60 wen and sold at 80 wen, leaving a difference of 20 wen. It didn't take much, selling one jin a day could cover a day's wages.
This job is easy. If you sell a few kilograms, you will make a fortune!
The patriarch's heart and eyes were filled with warmth. He seemed to see colorful silver ingots flying towards him.
"Village chief, the price of this sugar is 70 fen per jin. No one is allowed to sell it at will. We cannot raise or lower the price. If we knew this, we would not have to come to get the goods.
Also, I don’t buy goods on credit. I only buy goods based on how much money I pay. Don’t tell me that I will pay after the goods are sold. I am not a Bodhisattva. I have to pay for their business myself.”
"Well, that's exactly what we should do. If anyone wants to buy on credit without knowing what's going on, let him get out."
"Village head, we can supervise each other. If someone is selling things recklessly, you can report it to you secretly. If it is true, you will be rewarded with one tael of silver. Of course, we will keep it confidential and will not publish the name of the reporter."
"It has to be you, Dashu. How come you are so smart?" The village chief was full of admiration. Not only was he smart, but he was also open-minded. Who wouldn't hide something? But Zhao Dashu helped his brothers and the villagers. He really admired his broad mind.
The patriarch didn't say anything. His mind and eyes were now filled with money. Their family could earn money, and all the Zhao clan members could finally earn money.
Is my third brother's son a little stupid? He sells sugar to villagers at a low price. If he goes to the county town and opens a shop to sell sugar for seventy cents, wouldn't he make more money?
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