Rise From the Humble

"Unless he bought all the watermelons with his own money, it would be impossible."

"That's right, the top scholar actually cheated others of their watermelons. He really came from a remote country."

Several maids on the second floor opposite the watermelon stall looked out the window quietly, covering their mouths with their little hands and belittling Zhu Ping'an outside. Who knew he was so disrespectful just now and wanted my young lady to be a concubine? Pee and take pictures, you ignorant country bumpkin!

Yan Lan was also looking out the window. Although she had a pretty face and gritted her teeth in hatred towards a young man with a long and honest face outside the window, her eyes were shining with inexplicable brilliance and she was not as contemptuous as the maids around her.

"What's wrong Lan Lan? Could it be that this nerd you think can really help sell this cart of melons?"

Lin Niang leaned against the window and glanced at Zhu Ping'an outside. She played with a lock of hair on her chest with her slender hands. Her long black and smooth hair flowed happily between her fingers. Then she cast her charming eyes on her sister-in-law Yan. Lan asked with a giggle on her face, she didn't believe it anyway.

The old man pulled a cart of melons and sold them for two days, so they only bought a few watermelons at home. Others had no idea of ​​buying them after hearing the price. Instead of spending six or seven times more money, it would be better to buy more watermelons. Wait ten days for watermelons to come down and buy them cheaply to eat.

"This apprentice!"

Yan Lan didn't answer Liniang, but stared out the window with burning eyes, as if she was back to the bathing scene that day, and said something through gritted teeth bitterly.

The girls on the second floor also looked out the window curiously.

"Don't worry, old man. I have a way to sell your watermelons quickly. You can also spend them this way in the next few days, and you will have enough money for your betrothal gift."

Zhu Ping'an looked at the old man selling melons and looked worried. He thought of how he and his parents set up a stall in a small town a few years ago to sell delicacies and game, and wanted to help the old man solve the problem.

Hearing this, the old man selling melons smiled bitterly and shook his head, "My lord, please stop making fun of me. If I sell here for another day, if it still doesn't work, I'll try my luck elsewhere tomorrow."

Of course the old man who sells melons wants to sell the watermelons quickly. These watermelons will go bad if they are kept for two days, so he is more anxious than anyone else. However, after all, he has lived for fifty or sixty years and eats more salt than Zhu Pingan eats rice. He knows in his heart the reason why his watermelons cannot be sold, but there is nothing he can do. If the price is reduced, then the whole family will suffer. A whole winter of hard work has been wasted, and a lot of savings have gone into buying land, fertilizing, farm tools, etc.!

If you want to sell watermelons quickly, you have to lower the price, and it should be lowered by a little or a half, at least more than half cheaper. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sell it, but if he lowered the price, he would lose too much, which he couldn't bear.

Precisely because he knew what the crux was, the old man selling melons didn't believe what Zhu Pingan said.

"Fortunately, this old man has a brain, otherwise he would have cheated him out of watermelon in vain." The little girls on the second floor flushed with excitement. Seeing Zhu Pingan's defeat, they were so happy that he didn't appreciate it just now. He deserved it. .

Well

Why am I so unconvincing?

"Old man, you are selling too slowly like this. No matter how many places you change, it will probably be the same." Zhu Pingan touched his nose and smiled helplessly at the corners of his mouth.

"There's nothing we can do about it." The old man selling melons sighed heavily.

"I have a way to sell your melons quickly. Really, believe it or not." Zhu Pingan shrugged and said again, his dark eyes full of confidence.

"Do you really have any idea?" The old man selling melons raised his head and looked at Zhu Pingan with some hesitation.

"It's your money if it sells, but it's your money if it doesn't sell. You won't suffer any loss anyway." Zhu Ping'an smiled with a smile on his face.

Yes, he will not suffer any loss whether he sells it or not. The old melon seller thought for a while, and then realized that what Zhu Pingan said made sense. No matter what, he would not suffer any loss. Then why not give it a try? Anyway, I haven’t sold a single watermelon for a long time.

If the little adult in front of me wants to pay attention to the watermelon, there is no need to go around such a big detour, just ask directly, and I don't dare to refuse.

"I wonder what the method is?" The old man thought clearly and asked.

Oops, old man, you have been fooled by him. He is going to cheat you out of your watermelon. Looking at this scene outside the window, several little maids on the second floor opposite covered their eyes and let out a sigh, hating that iron cannot become steel.

"Your watermelon can't be sold because everyone thinks the price is too expensive. If you sell the watermelon and everyone thinks it's cheap and you're taking advantage of it, then no matter how hard you sell it, everyone will rush to buy it." Zhu Pingan knocked Knock on the watermelon and analyze softly.

"But if you sell it cheaply, I will lose money."

The old man shook his head vigorously and looked at Zhu Ping'an with great disappointment. Just now he was treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but he didn't expect that the method proposed by this little adult was to sell it cheaply. If I could sell it cheaply, I would have done it cheaply. sold.

"Giggle. There was such a big movement, I thought he could come up with some clever plan, but after working for a long time, it turned out that he was selling it at a cheap price."

"If it could be sold cheaply, they would have sold it cheaply, and you don't have to worry about it. Madam is right, nerds are nerds, but to ask others to sell it cheaply is hilarious."

The maids on the second floor covered their mouths and laughed, looking down upon the scholar outside the window and laughing.

Lin Niang's charming eyes also revealed a smile, but Miss Yan Er next to her frowned slightly, looking thoughtful.

Faced with the melon seller's doubts, Zhu Ping'an shook his head with an incomprehensible look.

"Huh? Don't you want to sell it cheaply?" The old melon seller was surprised, and then looked confused. You just meant to sell it cheaply.

"It's not cheap, it's free." Zhu Pingan smiled with a smile.

"Free." The old man selling melons turned pale and stuttered when speaking. He was so frightened that he looked at Zhu Ping'an like he was looking at the bastard second generation ancestor in the capital. Unexpectedly, I thought he was helping the poor. What a good official for the people, I didn’t expect that the world is as dark as crows

Not only the old man, but the little maids on the second floor opposite were also filled with indignation. They verbally and verbally criticized Zhu Pingan upstairs, and their contempt could not be higher.

"Bah, bah, bah, the fox's tail is exposed, and he actually asked the old man to give me watermelon for free! Look at him, he is still smiling, but he is still the number one scholar. It's really shameless."

"You don't have a penny to spend, but you still want to get a lot of money from others. What you say is so high-sounding. Look, look, he's still laughing. It's so shameless!"

"Having no experience of the world and being greedy, even this cart of watermelons is so worthless."