A group of people around looked at this young man wearing tattered clothes and shouting loudly with strange eyes.
There is no need to be so excited about coming to Bianliang.
Lu Yao coughed twice and sat down obediently again, looking at his nose and heart, as if the person who had been embarrassed just now was not him.
The old man also laughed and exclaimed that it was really good when he was young.
As the donkey cart arrived in Kaifeng, Lu Yao jumped off the cart.
He wanted to take the old man's donkey cart to visit Kaifeng City, but he didn't know that the place where the old man wanted to sell mountain products was not far from the city gate. It was estimated that after the old man sold the goods, he would set off back.
This was not in line with Lu Yao's plan. He didn't agree to come to Kaifeng. He had to go back just after entering Kaifeng. That wouldn't work.
Not only do you want to visit Kaifeng all over, but you also need to walk at least half of it.
Lu Yao and the old man agreed on a time. If Lu Yao had not appeared at the city gate by the end of the day, the old man could leave Lu Yao alone and go back on his own.
It was just a chance meeting, so it would be considered a kindness for me to wait until the last moment.
Humming a tune and carrying an oil drum, Lu Yao walked happily along the lively streets of Kaifeng.
Not to mention there are quite a lot of people doing business here, and the better spots on the street are all taken up by stalls.
"I didn't expect Kaifeng to be so prosperous. This trip is really worth it!" Lu Yao sighed, and suddenly felt a softness under his feet. When he saw what was under his feet, a chill appeared on his face, and he cursed loudly: "
Who is so uncivilized and defecating in public? Is there any justice for this?"
Several women and burly men nearby pointed at Lu Yao. One of the women finally couldn't help but cursed at Lu Yao: "If you don't walk on a good road, you have to walk against the wall. Who else will you step on if you don't?"
, If it weren’t for your young age and your sneaky appearance, I would have dragged you to the government office."
"No, you Kaifeng people are so strong. I haven't done anything bad and yet you drag me to the government office. Moreover, you judge people by their appearance. Is this really okay?" Lu Yao felt aggrieved. For the first time,
It was inevitable to be a little nervous when he entered Kaifeng. He even got scolded for walking against the wall. All kinds of bad luck happened to him.
"I think you won't be a good person when you grow up." The woman raised her head and snorted before disappearing in front of Lu Yao.
"You..." This was the first time Lu Yao met such a person in his previous life. He was so angry that he couldn't say a word for a long time.
Seeing that there were still a group of people watching the excitement around him, he waved to his side and shouted: "I have nothing to do all day long. Go and do what you have to do, let's disperse."
There was nothing to see, and the group of people surrounding him felt that they were gone. Lu Yao found a piece of grass, wiped the soles of his shoes, and ran away.
He was socially dead on the first day he arrived in Kaifeng. What should he do in the future? He should quickly sell the oil and find another city to live in. Kaifeng was really not very friendly to him.
After walking for about a stick of incense, Lu Yao finally found a better place. He placed two barrels of oil in front of him, sat on the floor, and started to shout loudly: "Everyone, relatives, friends, and neighbors, come here.
The ancient method of pressing oil, the secret recipe produced by our ancestors, has been used for thousands of years to make high-quality sesame oil. You can smell the deliciousness. You can’t suffer a loss or be cheated, so everyone should come and take a look!”
Not to mention Lu Yao's shouting, all the pedestrians on the road were attracted by him. The vendors around him looked at Lu Yao fiercely. Others were ready to buy the business he had just negotiated, but they were all attracted by Lu Yao's voice.
went.
It's no wonder that no one in the Song Dynasty thousands of years ago had ever heard of such advertising slogans from later generations! They always put whatever they wanted to sell on the ground or on the table, so that others would come and buy it after they saw it.
"This little brother, is the oil you want to sell really as good as you say? If your oil is not what you said, a certain company's fists are not vegetarian." A dark-faced man squeezed in from the crowd,
He was feeling that his appetite had not been very good recently. He had eaten all the food in Kaifeng, but found that none of them matched his taste. Didn't he just hear Lu Yao's shouting, come and see what happened, and see who it was.
A lot of nonsense here.
This black face stuck to Lu Yao's face, so frightened that he quickly sat back a little.
The people in Kaifeng are really unfriendly.
"Um...uncle, please step back a little. I will show you now and make sure your trip is worthwhile."
The black-faced man also heard the words and retreated to the front of the team. He crossed his arms and looked directly at Lu Yao to see what good things he could come up with.
Lu Yao said nothing and just unscrewed the oil can with half a barrel of sesame oil. Immediately, the fragrance of oil overflowed. Everyone present tightened their noses, trying hard to keep the fragrance in their lungs.
The black-faced man was instantly stunned.
This is too fragrant. Could it be that this is the taste that I have been searching for these days? Sure enough, the hard work pays off.
"Your two barrels of oil cost a lot of money. I want them all." The black-faced man was about to rush forward, but was held back by several people around him.
"This strong man said that he had a share in it. You want it all, but you let us people return empty-handed. How is that?"
"That's right, that's right!" The people around him echoed.
The black-faced man also realized that what he was doing was wrong, and gave up the idea of buying all the sesame oil. He smiled at Lu Yao and said, "Brother, how about you let me drink this sesame oil first? But so-and-so is already
can not wait anymore."
Lu Yao looked at the dark-faced man with a strange look on his face. He had seen someone begging for a drink, but he had never seen someone begging for a drink of oil. It was really a strange request.
"Do you really want to drink?" Lu Yao asked.
The big man with a black face and a head like a pound of garlic.
Since he was in such a hurry, we couldn't disturb his interest.
Lu Yao filled a capful of sesame oil and handed it to the black-faced man.
The dark-faced man took it and drank it in one gulp without thinking, and then exhaled comfortably, "Shutan, I have never had such good oil."
Seeing the black-faced man's expression of enjoyment, the people around him finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted one after another: "Give me a pound!"
"Someone wants two kilograms!"
Lu Yao grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears, he was so happy.
Unexpectedly, sesame oil was so easy to sell. It seemed that he had enough money to spend a lot of money in Kaifeng today.
No! Lu Yao's face tightened. He remembered one thing. He didn't know how much the objects in the Northern Song Dynasty were! How much did this oil cost per pound? He had no idea at all.
"Dear neighbors, I have a question to ask. After I finish asking it, I will start buying gas."
"Brother, please tell me." Some people couldn't wait to sell the oil back for cooking, so they immediately urged Lu Yao.
"I want to ask you, how much do these eggs cost per pound?"
"Twelve cents per catty, so-and-so agreed first. Brother, please quickly sell the oil to so-and-so for three catties." The black-faced man was more anxious than them. He had tasted it, and he couldn't bear it after this taste.
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"Twelve articles?" Lu Yao held his chin and thought.
In later generations, the price of a pound of sesame oil was about nine to ten times that of eggs. Now he already had a rough idea of the price of sesame oil.
Then let’s do it all.
Lu Yao raised a finger: "One hundred coins and one pound of sesame oil, a child and an old man are not deceived."
After the price was quoted, the surroundings were silent. Lu Yao thought that his price was too high. These people were stunned by his "sky-high price".
They were indeed frightened by Lu Yao's quotation. It was not too high. On the contrary, it was too cheap.
Oil was not something that was easy to produce in ancient times. Even rice cost 500 cents per pound. Oil is definitely more expensive. For people like Lu Yao who has good oil, even if he says it's two ounces per pound, they won't find it too expensive.
But Lu Yao only sold one hundred coins, which really frightened them.
No prodigal will bring up such a prodigal.
The black-faced man swallowed his saliva and asked Lu Yao in a low voice: "Are you really selling one hundred Wen per catty?"
Lu Yao was also embarrassed, and then whispered back: "It's okay if you want to bargain. But it can't be much cheaper, and I have to live."
"You look down on someone, don't you?" Black Face dropped five ounces of money and placed it at Lu Yao's feet, intending to take away Lu Yao's half barrel of oil.
Who knew that at this time some unfriendly voices came from outside the crowd, "Get out of the way, don't delay the Yamen's work. If you dare to gather people to cause trouble in Kaifeng Mansion, I wonder who has such courage."
Some people in government uniforms pushed the crowd out of a passage.
Compared with people who are officials, people are still more afraid of them in their bones.
The black-faced man's hand was still frozen in the air. When he saw the government officials, he immediately took it back. Lu Yao couldn't escape here anyway, so the half barrel of oil that belonged to him could wait until the government officials left.
It’s not too late to get it.
More than a dozen government officials stood on both sides, and an old man with a white beard wearing a brocade robe walked towards Lu Yao.
One look at this imposing manner shows that he is a distinguished person.
"Is this a kid like you gathering people here to cause trouble?" the old man with white beard asked, his tone not harsh, just like an ordinary question.
Lu Yao was completely honest in his heart, he was just selling oil, and any gathering of people to cause trouble was all false.
Lu Yao bowed his hands to the white-bearded old man, and then said with a smile: "My lord, you have wrongly blamed me. I am just doing some small business."
"Small business?" The old man with a white beard looked around and roughly counted. There were no less than a hundred people gathered around here, occupying almost half of the street. It was very suspected that they were gathering to cause trouble.
"How can a small business attract so many people? Look at the vendors around you, which one has the number of people like you? Besides, you just bought some oil, it's nothing unusual. I think you should follow me to Kaifeng Mansion.
I will ask you carefully before deciding whether you are suspected of gathering a crowd to cause trouble."
If Lu Yao wants to go to Kaifeng Mansion, he should give up. He was a good citizen in his previous life. Today, he has to go to Kaifeng Mansion to buy oil. That would be a big joke.
It seems it's time to show your trump card.
He didn't seem to know anyone in the Northern Song Dynasty, so where did the trump card come from, but he knew a figure who would be familiar to everyone in later generations.
That is Bao Qingtian, Mr. Bao.
No matter how big you are, a white-bearded nobleman, you can still be bigger than the governor of Kaifeng.
"Do you know who my father is?" Lu Yao lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the old man with a white beard.
The old man with a white beard looked at Lu Yao in surprise. No one had ever dared to use his status to pressure others in front of him, but this was the first time he saw him today.
"Tell me who your father is? See if you can scare me."
"My father is..." Lu Yao looked at the angle and his whole back straightened up immediately, "Bao Longtu, Mr. Bao."
When Lu Yao said these words, everyone looked at Lu Yao in surprise.
Others didn't even dare to watch the excitement and just walked away quickly.
The old man with a white beard thought he heard wrongly, and continued to ask Lu Yao: "Who are you talking about, kid?"
"Didn't you hear me clearly? Then I'll say it again, my father is Bao Longtu, Mr. Bao."
The old man with a white beard looked at Lu Yao seriously and said, "I'm Bao Zheng."