Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

Chen Changfan had no choice but to let them shout like that.

Sitting on the ox cart, Chen Changfan sat alone on the right side. In his previous life, this would have been considered a proper co-pilot seat.

Aunt Liu and Hu the bricklayer had a worse experience. They were squeezed in the back with a cart of fish and tools.

However, the ox cart is only this big, and it has to carry three people and a bunch of goods and tools, so I have to bear with it for the time being.

But Aunt Liu and Bricklayer Hu did not feel aggrieved.

When Hu the bricklayer was young, he often went to the city to do carpentry work, but that seemed like a long time ago.

When he got older, no one was willing to hire him, so he chose the hard work of making molds to make a living.

As for Aunt Liu, she had only been to the city a few times in her life. When she thought that she could actually set up a stall in the city, her palms couldn't help sweating.

Old Wei, who was driving the cart, also couldn't help but feel excited, but he seemed more steady and drove the ox cart steadily.

Although all three are new employees and lack experience, they are passionate.

Chen Changfan glanced at the team he had just formed, and felt more confident.

But what they will face next is not a smooth commercial road, but a war without gunpowder.

"Today we have two major things to do. One is the promotion of the fish stall, and the other is the official opening of the snail noodle shop."

Time was tight, so Chen Changfan assigned some tasks to everyone in the car.

"Mr. Hu will go set up the stall first. It will be finished before noon. Aunt Liu will need time to process the dough anyway."

Bricklayer Hu and Aunt Liu nodded.

"Old Wei, you help me sell fish. Before you start, you need to familiarize yourself with the activities and marketing techniques."

Lao Wei blinked. "What do you mean by activity methods? What do you mean by marketing tactics?"

This is all internet jargon, and it doesn't really mean anything...

"You don't have to understand it. What you need to understand is how to carry out this activity and how to guide customers to buy more fish."

Seeing that Lao Wei and the others were still confused, Chen Changfan had to explain the promotional activities he planned from beginning to end. Everyone was amazed after listening to it.

"You're worthy of being the boss. Even if I had ten heads, I wouldn't be able to come up with such a brilliant idea."

"Boss, your tricks are so advanced that I'm a little worried that I can't do it well. But don't worry, I've memorized all the lines."

"Boss, you are so wise. If you don't make money, who will?"

Ignoring their commercial flattery, Chen Changfan quickly arranged the division of labor for them. After entering the city, he got off the car early and came to the door of an ancient shop.

Rongbaozhai, which sells the four treasures of the study as well as antiques, calligraphy and paintings, is the largest store in Qingshan County.

On weekdays, scholars and literati always like to come here to show off their knowledge and culture, commonly known as pretending to be cool.

However, Chen Changfan came here only to do three things.

Buy a set of four treasures of the study.

Check the local county annals.

Find out about the bandits.

Purchasing the Four Treasures of the Study does not mean that he is preparing to write books in ancient times, but that he will use them for promotional activities later.

Spending twenty cents to buy the cheapest set of four treasures of the study, Chen Changfan plunged into the pile of books, looking for the county annals.

He now urgently needs to verify something.

The river water turned rapidly cold and the river mud moved violently. In addition, the Hetu Luoshu predicted that the weather would soon become very cold.

They all seemed to coincide with a certain Little Ice Age he knew about.

But he still couldn't be sure whether this was an accidental disaster or whether this era really ushered in a small ice age.

Therefore, he wanted to understand the climate of Qingshan County decades ago by reading the county annals, and make further inferences and verifications based on this.

Not long after, he actually came across a thick county annals. He couldn't wait to read it, and the more he read, the gloomier his expression became.

In the sixty-third year of Dawu, three rice crops were harvested in abundance, with favorable weather and good harvests. We are grateful for the emperor's grace.

It is now the ninety-third year of Dawu, and this county annals records the situation thirty years ago.

Qingshan County is located in the south, and the climate at that time was suitable for growing three crops of rice, and "all of them were good harvests", and the weather was also "favorable".

But this year is a disaster year, and it is difficult to harvest this crop of rice, and the weather is getting colder day by day.

Chen Changfan flipped back again.

In the 71st year of Dawu, there was a severe drought in the spring. The new emperor prayed to heaven, and heavy rain fell that day, alleviating the drought. The emperor was grateful for the emperor’s grace.

"This was more than 20 years ago. There was a drought in the spring, which showed that the weather had begun to change."

[In the 80th year of Dawu, a sudden flood occurred...]

[In the eighty-fifth year of Dawu, the autumn winds were strong...]

In the eighty-eighth year of Dawu, a heavy snowstorm fell, and everything withered...

……

The further you read, the more frequent natural disasters become, and the fewer descriptions of the weather there are.

Apparently the disaster was so severe that the people who recorded the county annals did not dare to write about it.

In the past, when the weather was good and the crops were harvested, people could still “be grateful for the emperor’s grace”, but now the emperor’s grace is no longer effective.

Looking back at the climate changes in Qingshan County over the past thirty years.

I have to say that the climate has changed dramatically in the past thirty years!

Thirty years ago, Qingshan County was a land of fish and rice where three crops of rice could be grown a year. But now, every crop has a poor harvest.

This is enough to draw a less optimistic conclusion.

That is the era, and I am afraid it really is the beginning of a small ice age.

This is not a joke.

Because in addition to the frequent extreme weather events, the temperature will continue to drop, and this process may last for decades or even hundreds of years.

By then, there will be a food shortage, the weather will be freezing cold, and even wild animals will find it difficult to survive. That will be the true decline of all things.

After closing the county annals, Chen Changfan felt his scalp tingling.

The situation we have finally opened up may be destroyed by this damn Little Ice Age.

It is no exaggeration to say that with the current level of social development, any minor natural disaster can easily claim the lives of millions of people.

He was just an ordinary person struggling in the tide of this era, and was powerless to resist natural disasters.

"Fortunately, I still have the River Map and Luo Shu, which can predict future weather changes in advance, so I have some room to maneuver."

He flipped through the book again and listened to the scholars chatting, all about bandits.

"Have you heard? The county magistrate, in conjunction with the gentry and merchant lords, has dispatched troops to suppress the bandits. He's already chopped off Wang Mazi's head and quelled the bandit problem in the surrounding area."

"I heard that the rice shop owner generously donated money, and the county magistrate called on the people to donate money to raise funds specifically for suppressing bandits!"

"The rice shop owner is generous and kind, and the county magistrate is also a great and upright person..."

After listening to a few words, Chen Changfan couldn't help but curl his lips and left silently.

……

The market town was bustling with activity today, and Chen Changfan's fish stall was crowded with customers buying fish.

Old Wei looked at the crowded crowd with a frown on his face.

Because these people were not here to buy his fish, but were heading to the fish stall across the street.

Although Hu the roofer and Aunt Liu were busy, they were still worried inside.

Who would have thought that their noodle stall opened today, on the same day as the fish stall across the street.

I thought Chen Erlang’s fish stall was big enough, but the fish stall opposite was twice as big as this one.

And it was packed with people on the first day of opening.

The stall owner opposite kept sneering at us, and it looked like he had bad intentions.

The three of them had never experienced such a situation, and Chen Erlang was not there, so they were immediately at a loss.

"Boss, you're finally back."

Old Wei saw Chen Changfan walking through the crowd with the four treasures of the study in his hands, and hurried forward to greet him.

He was anxious. If the fish stall across the street took away his business, he might not be able to keep this job for long.

"Boss, you don't know that the fish stall across the street is owned by someone from Wujiazhuang. They've collected a large number of dead fish from the Wujiazhuang market and are now selling them at extremely low prices. Even though I've been promoting this, those people seem to be oblivious and are flocking to the stall across the street!"

Chen Changfan nodded calmly, as if he had already anticipated that the Wu family would come to open a fish stall to steal business.

He smiled and asked Lao Wei, "How much do their fish cost?"

"Five cents a piece! Even though they're small fish weighing about a pound, their price is half ours!"

Old Wei was in despair when he heard the price. The price was too low, no wonder people rushed forward to grab it.

"How about we lower the price too? They sell it for five cents a piece, and we sell it for four cents. We sell live fish, so people will definitely buy them."

Lao Wei made up his mind and proposed the idea of ​​lowering the price.

Nowadays, people are not pursuing the enjoyment of taste buds, but the ultimate value for money.

To put it bluntly, they will go to whoever sells the fish cheaper, even if it is a dead fish, they are willing to pay for it.

"Lower the price? Lowering the price is impossible. I'm going to raise the price!"

Chen Changfan sneered.

The Wu family members opposite were obviously coming for him. As long as he sold it for 4 cents, they would dare to sell it for 3 cents. As long as he sold it for 2 cents, they would dare to sell it for 1 cent.

This is what a price war is like. It is a fight to the death, but in the end no one gets the upper hand.

Chen Changfan doesn't do business by being violent, he uses his brain.

After hearing what the boss said, the little hope that Lao Wei had left in his heart was completely shattered.

If the owner had the courage to lower the price, perhaps some customers could be won back. But instead of lowering the price, the owner is raising it. Isn't this crazy?

"Just watch it."

Chen Changfan stepped on a large wooden barrel, cleared his throat, and shouted, "Fresh small fish are 6 cents each! It's a special offer, only 6 cents each!"

Old Wei, who had originally held on to a glimmer of hope, was completely dumbfounded.

He had already figured out that no one would come to buy it.

The three members of the Wu family who had been paying attention to this side immediately showed disdainful expressions when they heard Chen Changfan's hawking.

Wu Laoliu even mocked him directly, "Chen Jia Erlang, if you can't afford to do business, don't do it. You sell your fish so expensively, and you still have the nerve to say it's a special offer. How shameless!"

Wu Ergou even shouted at everyone, "Don't buy his fish! Chen Jia Erlang is making money by violating his conscience, and he deserves the fish to rot in his hands!"

Veteran fishmonger Wu Yong was even more sarcastic. The cost of collecting these dead fish was only two cents, and he was just waiting to start a price war with Chen Changfan, but the other party was stupid enough to raise the price on the spot.

Although Chen Erlang sells live fish, his price is low.

When everyone heard that Chen Changfan wanted to sell a small fish for 6 cents, they immediately shook their heads to express their disapproval.