Plane Trading: A Peasant Girl Escapes from Famine and Becomes Rich Enough of a Nation

The two were just feeling happy when a middle-aged man who looked like a manager came out of the teahouse, pointed at the biscuit stand which was full of people, and came over to chase them away.

When the crowd heard the man's shout, some hurried away and some made way.

What is there to not understand in this situation?

Su Qiuyi quickly stepped forward and said with a smile, "Boss, we are just selling snacks. If we are blocking your store's facade, we will move out! Sorry!"

Su Qiuyi knew that although she had a golden finger, she was ultimately just a peasant girl and a mud-legged peasant.

In ancient times, money alone was useless for making a living.

You have to have strong abilities and power, so she doesn't want to get into trouble and has to be careful in everything.

"Go away! Don't you know there's a storyteller telling stories in the teahouse? You're disturbing the teahouse's business by making so much noise around here!"

His attitude was so bad that Yang Ruchuan clenched his fists and was ready to go up and argue.

Su Qiuyi grabbed his arm, shook her head, and suppressed her cousin.

"We are just selling snacks. We will be more careful next time and won't make a fuss!"

She spoke in a nice way, and some people around her who couldn't stand it also spoke up and said a few words.

The middle-aged man looked at Su Qiuyi for a few times. Seeing the girl who was wearing bulky clothes due to the cold weather, he didn't seem to be very interested.

Then he looked at the cookies they were selling.

After taking a few glances, although it doesn't look very similar to the snacks sold in teahouses, it is not difficult to tell that this is snack.

He waved his hand and said, "Alright, just sell me the snacks at a lower price! It's so cold, it's not easy for a girl! Go home and have a rest!"

He had good intentions when he spoke, because as the manager of the teahouse, it wouldn't be difficult for him to sell these snacks.

Su Qiuyi's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to say yes, the middle-aged man spoke again.

"Can you sell it for more copper coins per pound? Sell it to me at a discount of two copper coins! It will be my payment for my hard work in helping you sell it!"

Su Qiuyi was at a loss for words all of a sudden, so he turned around, called his cousin, and quickly moved the table back home.

What kind of joke are you playing here in such a cold weather?

The middle-aged man in charge was also a little confused when he saw this.

Just now she was begging him to sell snacks here, and now he has bought all their snacks, and she refuses again?

What's wrong with just turning around and leaving without saying a word?

"Hey, hey, hey little girl, what are you doing? Leave your things behind!"

Manager Zhang grabbed Su Qiuyi who was about to leave.

Yang Ruchuan was quick and had sold most of the biscuits. He moved the table onto the cart, untied the horse and prepared to leave.

The cousin behind her was grabbed by the middle-aged man.

He finally couldn't help it, and stepped forward and pushed the middle-aged man's hand away.

"What are you doing? You old pervert!"

It happened in the blink of an eye, and Su Qiuyi had no time to stop anything.

But fortunately, there were people around who spoke up.

"Oh, Manager Zhang, the thing the girl is selling is called biscuits! But it's 100 coins per pound! Who can give it to you if you want to take a few copper coins? Of course, she has to leave."

"That's right, the girl is a nobody, but she was scared by your few coins! Hahahaha..."

Everyone spoke one after another and explained what had just happened.

"I'm sorry, we'll leave now and not cause you any trouble!"

Su Qiu saw the opportunity and apologized. Then he grabbed his cousin and got on the carriage and left without waiting for Manager Zhang to say anything.

I don’t want to give others the opportunity to cause trouble, and I don’t want to set up a stall here anymore.

Although the traffic is high, there are only a few people who can actually afford it.

All the biscuits made at home were taken out, but only half of them were sold, leaving more than 20 kilograms unsold. Su Qiu thought it was still early and didn't want to go back so early.

So I asked my cousin to go to Qinghe Academy.

There are a lot of people on the streets these days, many of them are young people. Su Qiuyi guessed that it must be because Qinghe Academy has opened for bathing.

This was confirmed today, and it was discovered that those students should have strong purchasing power. In addition, the area near Qinghe Town has been severely affected by the disaster, and there will be a lot of food shortages, so setting up a stall near the college is indeed a good choice.

The two men drove the carriage to the vicinity of Qinghe Academy and parked the carriage under a tree on the left side of the academy.

Then move the table down and take the cookies down.

Everything is ready, just waiting for customers to come and buy things.

It looked like the academy had just opened, with many people coming in and out.

Seeing this stall near the academy, a few curious people came over to take a look.

They also successfully traded several deals.

Although many people bought not much, most of them bought half a pound, I still sold five or six pounds.

The copper coins clattered into the coin box, and I was extremely happy.

She didn't expect that doing business with ancient people would be much better than doing business with modern people.

Moreover, whether in modern times or ancient times, students' money is still the easiest to earn.

Although it was a bit cold, the feeling of making money was so great that she could ignore the coldness.

The two waited for a while and sold as much as 15 kilograms.

There were only about five or six kilograms left. Seeing that no one was coming for the time being, Su Qiuyi thought, since she was going to stay there anyway, she might as well calculate the cost and net profit.

She took a pen and paper from the carriage. Since she used Arabic numerals to calculate, no one could understand it, and she was not afraid of others knowing her business secrets.

Start writing and drawing.

In Yang Ruchuan's view, this is just a scribble like a crawling insect.

He just thought his cousin was bored and was killing time by herself.

However, when he saw the strange pen his cousin was using, he became interested.

"Yiyi, where did you buy this pen? Is the pen holder made of iron? It looks so delicate and beautiful, and the handwriting is so fine. It must be cheap, right?"

After his cousin asked this, Su Qiuyi took a look at the pen in his hand.

This is the pen Bai Xiaojing got for her, and it was also what she requested.

The ancients used brushes. If she used a carbon pen or a ballpoint pen, it would be too conspicuous. But the brushes also needed to be ground, which was very inconvenient. So she asked Bai Xiaojing to buy her a fountain pen instead of a brush.

Once the ink sac is used, it can be used for a long time. You don't have to carry the inkstone with you wherever you go and grind it, which is so troublesome.

She used to write and draw in her own room, and her two younger sisters didn't know anything about pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, so they wouldn't come over to ask her questions.

But my cousin was different. He could read and received elementary education, so naturally he knew about writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

So when I saw the fountain pen she was using, I asked.

But it seemed that he had no idea that this fountain pen-style brush could not be found in this era, and was just curious about where to buy it.

Su Qiu thought that there was no business at the moment, so he started chatting with his cousin.

"Cousin, this brush is something I created myself! Doesn't it look nice?"

"It looks good! It really looks good!" Yang Ruchuan nodded repeatedly.

He thinks it looks really nice.

Su Qiuyi lied without blushing or beating her heart, and even unscrewed the pen to show her cousin the ink sac.

"Looking good isn't the most important thing. The most mysterious thing about this pen is this! Cousin, can you see this? This pen comes with its own ink! You don't need to grind it before writing! This is called an ink sac! It can be used for a long time! Isn't it amazing?"