Rise From the Humble

People sell melons, he buys melons. It's not enough to sell him cheaply, he has to let others give him watermelons for free, and then he can embezzle a whole cart of watermelons openly and justly. He didn't expect that there are such shameless people in the world.

Are you still a person who is familiar with the books of sages? Are you doing human affairs?

The people on the second floor opposite couldn't despise Zhu Ping'an outside the window any more. The dignified No. 1 scholar dares to be so worthless when it comes to fortune-telling, even cheating on watermelons! How much do you need this.

"Well, it's a free gift."

Zhu Pingan looked at the old melon seller and nodded, then repeated it again.

The old man selling watermelons looked pale, and his body swayed a little. He seemed to be unable to stand still. He couldn't catch his breath for a long time, "Sir, are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding." Zhu Pingan shook his head, and then comforted the old man, "Don't worry, old man, I won't let you lose."

Won't I lose money? !

Ahem, after hearing this, the old man selling melons felt like he was falling into the abyss. He felt that people's hearts were sinister. He gave away a whole cart of watermelons. How could he not lose money?

There was a burst of booing on the second floor of the restaurant opposite. I thought someone outside the window was shameless enough, but I didn’t expect that he could be even more shameless. He was really treating this old man like a three-year-old child! It's really shameless to let others give it away for free, and then say that they won't let anyone lose! As a human being, you can't be too Zhu Pingan!

Seeing that the old man looked like he had met a dog official, Zhu Pingan touched his nose, shook his head and smiled, then picked a larger watermelon from the car, picked it up and handed it to the old man.

What the hell, the old man took the watermelon with a dazed look on his face.

"Old man, you have a lot of life experience. How do you feel how heavy this watermelon is when you weigh it with your hands?" Zhu Pingan asked.

Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials.

The old man didn't want to do it, but who could let someone be an official? What could a common man do, so he weighed it with his hands, felt it, and then said, "About ten kilograms."

"Be precise, accurate to two." Zhu Pingan shook his head.

"About twelve pounds." The old man felt it again and estimated a more accurate weight.

"Old man, please use the scale to weigh it again." Zhu Ping'an nodded and asked the old man to use the watermelon scale to weigh it.

"Twelve pounds and six taels."

The old man put the watermelon into the bag, then skillfully picked up the steelyard, hooked the iron hook hanging under the scale through the mouth of the bag, picked up the rope on the steelyard with his hand, lifted it up, adjusted the weight until the steelyard was balanced, and then said Accurate weight.

Zhu Ping'an nodded with satisfaction, then picked out another watermelon and asked the old man to weigh it with his hands again to estimate the precise weight.

"Ten and a half catties." The old man estimated.

Zhu Ping'an asked the old man to weigh it again with a steelyard. The result was ten kilograms and nine taels. Although the old man's estimate was relatively close, there was still an error of four taels, which was close to half a kilogram.

Then, Zhu Pingan picked a smaller watermelon and asked the old man to weigh it again with his hands, and then weighed it with a steelyard.

This made the old man repeat six times in total.

"What's he doing? It's like being bewitched."

In the private room on the second floor of the restaurant opposite, a little maid looked out the window and asked in confusion.

"Obviously, he is picking watermelons. Look at the watermelons he picks. They are either big or sweet-looking. He picked all the good watermelons," the girl next to him replied confidently.

Then, several girls nearby nodded vigorously, feeling that the analysis made sense.

After repeating it six times, Zhu Pingan walked up to the old man selling melons and whispered something to the old man in a low voice. While speaking, he gestured with his hands, as if he was analyzing with the old man.

"Pretending to be mysterious." The restaurant on the second floor opposite couldn't hear what Zhu Pingan said to the old man, so he couldn't help but pout and sneered.

But the strange thing is that with Zhu Pingan's words, the old man's face slowly changed from dark to natural, then to rosy, as if he was a little excited.

"Can it work?" The old man was still a little unsure.

"Didn't you try it just now? You should know better than me whether it can work." Zhu Pingan raised the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes shining with confidence, like a torch in the dark, "Do you want to try again? "

"You don't need to try again. I believe in you, so I will do as you say." The old man seemed to be infected by Zhu Ping'an's confidence, and he shook his head vigorously, expressing that he didn't need to try again.

Old man, you have been fooled!

Except for what Zhu Pingan said to the old man just now, I didn’t hear them, the following conversations were vaguely heard on the second floor opposite. Seeing that the old melon seller seemed to be tricked by Zhu Pingan, and then all the surprised little mouths opened into circles. , I was very nervous for the old melon seller.

I hate that iron cannot become steel.

Next, they saw the old man who sells melons being "deceived" by Zhu Pingan. If the master didn't let him, they would like to expose Zhu Pingan's true colors loudly.

"Then the old man went to buy paper."

The little maids watched the old man selling melons go to a nearby pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop and buy a piece of rough white paper.

"I also borrowed pen and ink from someone else's shop." Another little maid added.

"The liar picked up the pen and wants to write?" The little maids saw that the old melon seller bought a piece of paper and borrowed pen and ink, and then saw the liar Zhu Ping'an in their mouths, who took the pen and ink just now. Start writing on a piece of white paper.

"I didn't expect that person to be bad, but his handwriting is pretty good."

"It's so good, it's not as good as what our lady wrote."

For a moment, several heads were looking out the window on the second floor, curiously looking at the scene outside the window.

Soon, Zhu Pingan finished writing, pasted the white paper on a wooden board, and then erected it in front of the watermelon cart.

The top line of the white paper, written in capital letters, reads: Free watermelon; the second line, in slightly smaller characters, reads: Guess the weight of the watermelon accurately, within an error of two taels, and the watermelon will be taken away for free, no penny will be charged; error two In addition to two taels, I bought watermelons for six cents per catty. The last line is a modern standard advertising slogan: Pass by, don’t miss it.

After it was erected, Zhu Ping'an asked his old man to shout loudly next to him, also for the sake of those who are illiterate, "Don't miss it if you are passing by, we are giving away free watermelons."

What, free watermelon?

It’s really a free watermelon.

The curious people nearby stopped when they heard this, then stopped again, and found that what they heard was still free watermelon, so they gathered around.

Suddenly, the three floors inside and three floors outside were all crowded with people. When the old man saw so many people coming to the watermelon stall, he shouted even louder in excitement, and more people came and crowded in.