Traveling through troubled times to escape famine and cultivate crops as a grain merchant

Chapter 971 Roast Duck Sold Cheaply

Er Pang said, "I'll send it to him after I finish eating. The roast duck is selling well today. It's 46 wen for each duck, no matter how big or small it is. When we first put it on the street, we shouted and many people gathered around us, especially the merchants around us. When they heard that it was 46 wen for each duck, no matter how big or small it was, they all gathered around us. We cut a plate for people to taste, and everyone picked up a few big ducks after trying them. Some even picked two."

Zhou Guo asked, "Didn't they ask why it was so cheap?"

Er Pang laughed and said, "No, we said it ourselves. We said that this duck was missing its head and wings, so we sold it to everyone at a lower price. There weren't many left, so once they were sold out, they were gone. We lost more than a dozen of them at once."

The old man asked, "How many did you sell in this morning?"

"Twenty-two! Half of the ones we roasted yesterday were sold. I've been back for more than an hour now, so I guess Xiaoshu should have sold some more."

The old man said, "For a small county like this, being able to sell more than 20 ducks a day is already pretty good. Those roast duck shops can't sell that many either. I estimate that someone will come to cause trouble today or tomorrow."

Originally, a roast duck cost at least fifty or sixty cents, and everyone bought it by half a pound. Suddenly, someone came along and disrupted the market, charging for only forty-eight cents for a roast duck. How could people sell their roast ducks?

Isn't this just pure picking faults?

Zhou Guo said while gnawing on the duck's feet: "Don't worry, at this rate, they will be sold out in three or four days. In fact, I think they don't know how to do business. If they take our roast ducks every day and sell them in their own shops, then all the difference they make will be theirs. They don't have to pay any costs and can make so much money just by reselling them."

The old man shook his head, "I'm afraid there aren't that many smart people in this county."

After dinner, the old man stayed at home to peel winter bamboo shoots.

Zhou Guo followed Erpang to find Xiaoshu.

There is a weak charcoal fire in a large ceramic barrel, and roast ducks are hung around the barrel. This is the cheapest and simplest barbecue oven.

Er Pang pointed to the area where three or four people were gathered and said happily, "Master, look, that's our stall. Judging from the situation, we have sold a lot of ducks in such a short time. We will be able to sell all the ducks in the house in a few days."

Zhou Guo nodded. There was a ceramic barrel behind Xiaoshu, which was also filled with roast duck. For every roast duck sold in the oven, he would take one from the barrel behind and hang it up again.

When they got closer, they saw several people walking away happily, each carrying a roast duck.

She looked at their clothes and found that they were all well-dressed and came from well-off families.

Xiaoshu put the money in his bag, looked up and saw Zhou Guo and Erpang, and smiled happily, "Master, Erpang, I have sold seven or eight more in such a short time. I have sold thirty today. There are not many left from yesterday's roast."

Zhou Guo said, "You've been working for so long, you eat first, we'll keep watch."

Erpang handed him the lunch box. Xiaoshu took it, moved a stool and sat aside. He opened the lunch box and said to Zhou Guo, "I'm not really hungry. I just ate half a roast duck. These guests were attracted by the delicious food I was eating."

Zhou Guo looked at the remaining half of the roast duck and handed it to Erpang, "Eat!"

Erpang: "...No, Master, I just finished my meal..."

Zhou Guo tore off a leg and gave it to him. "We're both going to eat it. Are you going to die from eating just one duck leg?"

The half-eaten one was gone and no one bought it, so they might as well eat it themselves.

The aroma of roast duck continued to come out of the bucket, and Erpang ate and shouted.

Zhou Guo stood tall and gracefully beside the roast duck stove, slowly eating the roast duck without caring about the eyes of passers-by.

It attracted a lot of people's attention.

She is beautiful, wears elegant clothes and eats delicious food.

The young girls, young wives, and even the older women, all stared with their eyes wide open.

Someone who was brave enough came forward and asked with a smile: "How much are the ducks?"

Although he was asking Duck, his eyes were fixed on Zhou Guo.

Er Pang remembered when Zhou Guo was selling fruit in Cheng Ding, and was afraid that someone who was not afraid of death would bump into her again, so he pushed Zhou Guo back and said with a smile: "No matter how big or small, it's 48 coins per fruit. It smells very good. Here are some cut fruits, you can try them."

Zhou Guo took two steps back, poked his head out from behind Erpang and looked out.

Everyone saw it, but they didn't even glance at the roast duck. They said, "No need to taste it. It looks so good, no, it smells so good. It must be delicious. I'll have one."

"I'll have one too."

I have never bought roast duck so cheap before, and there was a handsome young man looking at it. Everyone thought it was worth it and no one even tried to bargain.

This batch sold another four roast ducks.

After they walked away, the group turned back to look at Zhou Guo.

Zhou Guo was chewing on the duck meat and didn't see it, he just felt the wind scratching his face.

The weather is cold, so we should sell these as soon as possible. He looked in the bucket and saw that there were still eight left. He said to Erpang, "Sell these at a low price and go back to roast taro around the stove."

Er Pang was not very happy, "There are still eight left, they will be sold out in a short while, it won't take long."

The main reason is that he feels a sense of accomplishment when he sells each one, and it is still early, so there is no need to lower the price.

"We still have so many roast ducks. If we lower the price now, we might not be able to sell any tomorrow. They are all waiting for us to lower the price now."

Zhou Guo sighed, "It's not a lot of money, and we don't expect to get rich from this, so why are you so stubborn?"

Anyway, Erpang was unwilling to lower the price, so he advised: "Master, please wait a moment, or you can go back first, and I will sell them one by one."

If you sell a few more coins for one, you can buy a few more steamed buns, which can be used for a few meals.

Xiaoshu was eating in the back. Seeing Erpang not listening to Zhou Guo, she didn't care. When it came to some trivial matters, Zhou Guo was very tolerant and willing to indulge them, even if they went against her.

There is no other good master like this in the world.

Zhou Guo sighed, finished the rest of the duck, threw away the duck carcass, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his mouth and hands, then pulled off the purse hanging around his waist, which contained a bag of pine nuts, which he slowly peeled and ate.

There are only a few of them. You can go back after they are sold out.

By the time she had slowly finished eating the bag of pine nuts, there were still three roast ducks left out of the eight.

The price of the remaining three fat fishes did not drop by a single penny, and it took another half an hour to sell them all.

Xiaoshu packed up happily and said happily, "Today, more than 40 ducks were sold out before dark. If we get out early tomorrow, the remaining 60 ducks may be sold out in one day."

Er Pang nodded and said to him with a smile: "We bought and sold, and it didn't cost much to eat these ducks. It's a good deal!"

"That's right. The duck meat was not wasted. It was all sold. The master must have a solution."