"Delicious carrots, delicious sweet potatoes, fresh and sweet, taste first before buying, this is a rare opportunity." Wuyou shouted this time, drawing people's attention back to the goods.

"How to sell carrots? How to sell sweet potatoes?" Several people asked Wuyou. Yan Zixiu was speechless, I am the owner and boss, okay?

"Carrots have four cents, sweet potatoes have eight cents. They are sold by the five kilograms, not retail." With Yan Zixiu's words, half of the crowd dispersed immediately. Most of the people who stayed behind came to watch the birds. There was one person with a calm temperament.

The middle-aged man with a Chinese character and a face said kindly: "Young man, everyone knows the current price. Yours is several times higher. You can't even sell it after a while."

Wuyou took the words: "Thank you for your kindness. You get what you pay for. We are high-tech agricultural products and they taste absolutely delicious. Why don't you try it first."

The middle-aged man with a Chinese character face said: "Oh, high-tech agricultural products? But I have a toothache recently, and it's too hard to eat."

"Let me try it." A young man with a red face picked up a piece of sweet potato and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed a few mouthfuls and his eyes suddenly widened. "It's delicious. It's really delicious." He said and picked up a piece of carrot to eat.

stand up.

The people next to me were dubious. It was true or not. Could it be a trap?

"Everyone who has a share can taste it for free." Yan Zixiu handed the plate out. After everyone tasted it, a satisfied smile appeared on their faces, as if they were reminiscing about some happiness. After a while of silence, people burst into laughter.

He yelled: I’ll give you five kilograms of carrots, I’ll take ten kilograms of sweet potatoes. They rushed to hand over money to Yan Zixiu.

Yan Zixiu decisively said to the middle-aged man with a Chinese character face: "Uncle, please help me collect the money. You collect one and I will weigh one. When it's over, I'll give you ten pounds of each item."

"Okay." The middle-aged man with a Chinese-style face happily accepted and said to the people: "Everyone, come to my place and line up to pay. Hey, come one by one. The first one is five pounds of carrots."

"Okay, five kilograms of carrots." Yan Zixiu hit the scale high, and then added a small carrot or small sweet potato as a gift. The middle-aged man with a Chinese-shaped face saw it in his eyes and nodded slightly.

Generous portions and extra gifts are something Yan Zixiu learned from his grandfather. His grandfather was in the bean sprouts business and every time he weighed the bean sprouts for his customers, he would give them enough bean sprouts and then add a handful more. When Yan Zixiu was a child, he passed by when going to school.

, I have witnessed it many times. It is conceivable that grandpa’s bean sprout business not only does not make money, but also often loses money. But grandpa likes this kind of generosity and likes to make friends. It can be said that making money is not my intention, and I like friendship most. Every time grandpa sells bean sprouts,

I had a little money, so I sat down to eat and drink with friends from all over the country. I enjoyed the process very much. What should I do if I have no money? Grandpa asked Yan Zixiu’s father Yan Sheng for some points. Yan Sheng was the third oldest. Grandpa said: The third oldest

Well, my business has lost its capital. Yan Sheng gave me three to five yuan. In fact, Yan Sheng was just a contract worker at that time, earning more than thirty yuan per month. He had four children at home and was short of food every year.

Damn it. In this way, grandpa's so-called business can still be maintained. However, grandpa died of lung cancer in 1984. Yan Zixiu felt that if it were now, he would definitely be able to use the resources of the Immortal Mansion to cure his grandfather's disease. Think about it

It's all a pity. Of course, maybe grandpa himself doesn't regret it. At his funeral, many, many people came from all over the country, and the tents sent by mourners could not be hung in a large yard. This is also his life.

After busying for a while, the carrots and sweet potatoes gradually bottomed out. Yan Zixiu pulled out an empty sack and put more than ten kilograms of both items into it, which was reserved for the middle-aged man with a Chinese-shaped face. The middle-aged man with a Chinese-shaped face

It was also done very openly, and the collected money was always kept in hand to show that the accounts were clean.

Yan Zixiu took out a five-dollar bill from his wallet, handed it to a little boy next to him along with the plate, and said: "There are too many people in the market. I have a car and a donkey and I can't get in. Could you please buy four for me?"

Shaobing, the remaining money will be considered as your errand fee." The little boy was very happy and walked away.

The middle-aged man with a Chinese-style face said: "Shaobing is fifty cents each. If you give him that much, aren't you afraid that he will take the money and run away?"

Yan Zixiu said: "If you run away, just run away. Besides, I want to believe him. My father told me that when he was young, people in the countryside were very honest. When my father was a child, his family sold steamed buns.

Shiheji sells buns from the west end to the east end, and people who buy steamed buns buy them on credit. Because everyone's things haven't been sold yet, they don't have money to buy steamed buns. When the market is over, the steamed buns are collected from the west end and received at the east end.

No one runs away because he owes money. Sometimes he collects late, and those who have not paid are still waiting there." (?kuai, dialect, meaning to carry. Wadou, a round basket woven with wicker.

)

The middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face said with emotion: "Yes, such trust is really touching."

While they were talking, the little boy came back from buying sesame cakes. Yan Zixiu thanked the little boy and gave him two carrots and two sweet potatoes. The boy left happily. Yan Zixiu said to the middle-aged man with a Chinese character: "Sesame Bings"

There are two of you."

"Then I won't be polite." The middle-aged man with the Chinese character face handed the money to Yan Zixiu, washed his hands with water in the thermos bottle, and slowly ate the sesame cakes by himself.

Yan Zixiu counted 456 yuan. Good guy, that's another four months' salary. As he was cleaning up the stall, he asked: "Uncle, what's your surname?"

"My surname is Wu, Kou Tianwu, Wu Daguang. I live on Laowanji East Street, and everyone here knows me. What about you?"

"My name is Yan Zixiu, from Xinliang Village in the east. You will know if you ask me there. These are carrots and sweet potatoes for you. If anyone else needs them, you can go to my house to buy them. Happy cooperation, Uncle Wu, we will see you next time

."

"Yan Zixiu, good. It's a pleasure to work with you. See you later."

On the way back, Yan Zixiu was sitting on a donkey cart eating sesame cakes and asked Wuyou: "By the way, why did you take the initiative to help me shout today?"

"Looking at the situation at that time, if I don't help you, I won't be able to do anything in the morning."

"Thank you very much."

"It's not obvious, we are a community of life."

Hearing "community of life", Yan Zixiu trembled deep in his heart: "What do you mean?"

Wuyou suddenly recited in a very magnetic baritone voice:

us,

They are the waves of the same ocean;

us,

are leaves on the same tree;

us,

They are flowers in the same garden.

After listening to Wuyou's recitation, Yan Zixiu was stunned for a moment and entered a wonderful state, as if he and other lives were both integrated and independent of each other. Wuyou quickly stopped the donkey and accompanied him quietly.

Yan Zixiu.

After a while, Yan Zixiu returned to his normal state. He suddenly felt that the sky was high and there was no one he could not forgive or tolerate. He couldn't help but feel grateful, jumped out of the car and bowed deeply to Wuyou.

: "You are really my teacher, can I call you Teacher Wuyou from now on?"

Wuyou smiled: "Hehe, you should call me Wuyou."

"Okay, it seems there is no pressure. Just, why do you put so much pressure on yourself? By the way, who said the passage you recited just now?" Yan Zixiu got into the car again and said.

"Seneca, ancient Roman statesman and philosopher."

"You know so much." Yan Zixiu admired him sincerely.

Wuyou said calmly: "I am between heaven and earth, just like pebbles and trees in the mountains."

"Whose famous quote is this?"

"Your fellow countryman, Zhuangzi."

"Zhuangzi? I read in some books that he was a representative of the declining slave-owning class."

"It is better to have no books than to believe in books. Do slave owners have the idea of ​​equality? Heaven and earth exist with me, and all things are one with me. Will people with such a mind belong to the class of slave owners? From a Taoist perspective, things are not noble or inferior.

, which class would a person who doesn’t even have the concept of noble or inferior represent? Speaking of which, Zhuangzi’s energy level is about the same as mine.”

Yan Zixiu felt that he was a little behind the times: "Yes, yes, it seems that I have to re-understand Zhuangzi. Energy levels when I have time? What kind of new concept is this?"

"Slowly you will understand. I suggest you have a comprehensive understanding of the Four Books and Three Mysteries when you have time."

"What are the Four Books and Three Mysteries?"

"The Great Learning, the Doctrine of the Mean, the Analects of Confucius, and Mencius are the four books; the Book of Changes, Laozi, and Zhuangzi are the three mysteries." At this time, the list of treasures appeared, and in the Sutra Classics Department of the [Zangjing Pavilion], an additional book was added

The Four Books and Three Mysteries appeared for a while and then disappeared.

"Oh, alright."

…

At nine o'clock in the morning, Yan Zixiu received 20 threshing machines from Xiao Chen at the Jiazhuang intersection.

As soon as I came back and entered the village, someone asked curiously: "Zixiu, what's in your car?"

"The hand-cranked corn thresher will come to my house later and anyone who can help can use it for free." Everyone became interested in this. Every year, my hands are sore from washing and shucking corn, and I feel uncomfortable staying up late.

No one wanted to suffer that fate. So Huhu Lala followed a group of people to Yan's house and helped to unload the machine.

The uncle came over, took off the donkey's harness, took it out and let it roll around and stretch its muscles, so that the animal would not get sick easily.

Yan Zixiu gave everyone a demonstration. He moved a threshing machine and set it up. Then he took a corn cob, shook the wheel with his left hand, and pushed the corn cob into the working barrel with his right hand. Sure enough, in a few seconds, the corn kernels

I took it all off. The whole process was very easy and smooth. When I picked up the corn kernels on the ground, I saw that they were all complete. Everyone came up to try it and they all thought it was a good thing. This saves a lot of time and is easy.

At this time, my uncle also came over.

Someone asked: "Zixiu, how can I borrow this threshing machine?"


Chapter completed!