As soon as the rain stopped, the temperature quickly rose again. The rain washed the courtyard dam that was stained black by honeycomb briquettes, just in time to dry the millet. Dr. Hu's medicine was also very suitable for the disease, and he took the medicine for three days honestly.

There is no more pain, my nose is no longer blocked, and my throat is no longer sore.

One person carried two long benches to the granary upstairs and stacked them up. He put his armor back on the bench and scooped out the grain with a scoop. He filled most of his back with rice and slowly carried it to the courtyard dam and poured it out to dry.

I picked up three large bags, which amounted to more than two hundred kilograms of millet. Let’s expose this first, prepare some rice, and sell it.

The weather was very good, and the millet was dried in just one sun. I quickly borrowed a cart and took it to the village's rice and flour processing house for processing.

I weighed myself first, and put three and a half bags in my pocket at home. When I weighed myself, I actually weighed 262 kilograms. Today's rice beating machines are really advanced. "A ray of light". What goes in is millet, what comes out is white.

The rice, rice bran and broken rice were automatically sorted by the rice beating machine. Two full bags of rice were filled with clean bags, leaving only half a bag. In order to tighten the bags, the three bags were evenly distributed.

When I got on the scale, I actually weighed 194 pounds.

Boss: "Your millet is good. The rice yield rate is quite high."

Me: "Maybe it's because I sifted it more cleanly, and basically all the shriveled shells were sifted out."

Me: "Boss, how much is the processing fee?"

Boss: "It costs two yuan to process one hundred kilograms. Two hundred sixty-two kilograms is five yuan and two quarters. Just give me five yuan and two cents."

Me: "Boss, do you still collect rice bran here?"

Boss: "Take it, one jiao and twenty one catty of rice bran."

Me: "Then I'll sell you the rice bran."

Boss: "It's a must. Come and have a chat."

On one scale, it was exactly sixty-five pounds.

Boss: "Sixty-five pounds, 1.21 pounds, a total of seven yuan and eighty cents. After deducting your processing fee of five yuan and four, I will give you another two yuan and forty cents. I'll give you two and a half."

Me: "An Yiha. When you come to process the rice, you have to pour it out and get some money to go back. I don't want the broken rice anymore, I'll give it to you."

The boss was about to help me carry the rice to the cart. I suddenly remembered that my rice was going to be sold on the street. I quickly asked the boss to help me weigh the bags one by one. The three bags were evenly weighed.

, both weighed more than sixty kilograms, which was not conducive to my selling rice. I asked the boss to help me repack, two full bags, each weighing eighty kilograms, and the remaining thirty-four kilograms were put into a small bag. This way I go

I knew it when I was selling rice on the street.

After the scale was done, the boss helped me carry it into the car.

The next day happened to be a "market day". Early in the morning, I took three bags of rice and set it up on Xinshi Street. I also took my scale and set it up, looking like a "boss".

It's just that this "good feeling" didn't last long before reality poured cold water on it.

There are not many people buying rice. There are a few people who come to ask about the price. My rice is obviously very dry in the sun, but it is crunchy when you touch it. Some people just want to say that my rice is not good, and that is not good.

OK. For example:

Passerby A: "The water content of your rice is a bit high."

I couldn't help but say something to him: "How can you tell that my rice has high moisture content?"

Passerby A: "Anyway, I just feel that your rice is a bit watery."

Me: "If you want to buy it, just buy it. If you don't want to buy it, forget it. Don't talk here."

The passers-by walked away in disbelief.

Passerby B: "What kind of rice is this?"

Me: "It's just rice. Is there any other kind of rice?"

Passersby: "Of course there is. There are hybrid rice, indica rice, and japonica rice."

Me: "Oh. Mine is Japonica rice."

Passerby B: "What I want to buy is indica rice, but unfortunately yours is japonica rice. If your price was lower, I would buy your rice."

Me: "A little less? You didn't even ask me the price, so why did you tell me it was a little less?"

Passerby B: "Oh, how much does your rice cost per pound?"

Me: "One yuan and two pounds. If you buy more, you can buy less."

Passerby B: "One dollar and two! Why don't you go and rob someone?"

...

Two people in a row failed to make a deal, and I couldn't help but feel "blown".

This rice came with so much hard work! I don’t know how much sweat, how much I ate, how much fatigue I suffered, and I also had to rely on good weather to get this white rice. Not to mention the five yuan or ten yuan a pound.

, at least selling it for two or three yuan a pound, I think it’s all worth it.

Alas! For life and money, I have to continue to guard this street. I pray in my heart that the kind person will come and buy my rice!

Fortunately it's summer, fortunately it's not winter. Otherwise, why wouldn't it be a bit like the fairy tale "The Little Match Girl"? Comfort yourself, life is not that bad yet.

Suddenly an old woman came over shakily. She stretched out her hand and touched my rice, then picked up a few grains of rice and put it into her mouth to chew.

"Good rice! It smells so good."

Me: "Mother-in-law, do you want to buy rice?"

Old woman: "Yes. I want to buy rice."

Me: "How much rice do you want to buy?"

Old woman: "I want to buy ten kilograms of rice. But others thought I didn't buy enough and didn't sell it to me."

Me: "I'll sell it to you."

As soon as the old woman heard that I was going to sell it to her, a smile appeared on her face. She quickly said, "Young man, how much does your rice cost per pound?"

Me: "I'll sell it for one yuan and two pounds."

Old woman: "Your rice is better than theirs, it should be new rice. You can sell it for a few cents more."

Me: "It doesn't matter, just sell it for one dollar and two. Mother-in-law, do you have a bag?"

The old woman took out a bag sewn with white cloth from a yellow cloth bag and handed it to me. I put it on the scale and prepared to peel it for her.

I weighed the bag and said it weighed two ounces. I said to her, "Mother-in-law, your bag weighs two ounces."

When the old woman heard this, she quickly said: "Isn't that right? Others say it's one or two. Is your scale inappropriate?"

At first, I didn’t understand why others would give her less than one tael, but my scale was appropriate. But when I thought about it carefully, I understood. These people gave her less than one tael, but in fact the scale was weighing her rice.

Just one or two cents less. I suddenly felt disgusted with these short-handed people. He would take advantage of just a little bit, even if it was only one or two cents cheaper. It was really unkind.

I said, "Okay, old lady, I'll just count the one tael you said. Is that okay?"

The old lady became happy again when she heard that I said the calculation was based on "one tael".

I quickly weighed him ten kilograms and twenty taels, and saw that her bag was not full yet. I put another half a kilogram of rice into it for her. Then I tied the mouth of the bag tightly to her, and was about to hand the rice to her.

Old woman: "Young man, I will give you twelve yuan for ten kilograms of rice."

I nodded, and saw her tremblingly taking out a small bag wrapped in a plastic bag, opening the plastic bag, and inside was an old handkerchief. Inside the small handkerchief was folded money. She took out a ten-yuan note.

and two one-yuan notes were handed to me.

I quickly accepted the money and handed her the rice bag. She picked up the bag and suddenly said, "Why is there more rice than usual today?"

I asked: "Mother-in-law, how do you know it's a little more than usual?"

Old woman: "I tied my pocket before and there was a small piece left, but today there is nothing left. It has to be heavier when I lift it. I'm going to ask them if they ate my scale."

When I heard this, I thought to myself, "That's bad." I did something bad with good intentions. If the old woman buys rice according to this standard, she will definitely not be able to buy it in the future. There will be quarrels and arguments. I have to tell her the truth.

Me: "Mother-in-law, I added some more rice for you. The rice you bought before is suitable."

The old woman: "Oh. How is this good? You added a lot of extra rice? I'll give you extra money." As she said this, she went to touch her "purse".

Me: "You don't need to give me extra money. You can just come to me to buy rice from now on and take more care of my business. By the way, help me publicize that my rice is good and weighs enough."

The old woman happily agreed to my request and left with her rice.

After finally selling it for twelve yuan, it was considered a success.

Then came another long wait.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man riding an electric three-wheeler stopped in front of me.

I greeted him: "Would you like to buy some rice?"

He got out of the car and said, "How do you sell this rice of yours?"

I followed the example of others: "Do you want to buy it in small quantities or in bulk? If you want to sell it in small quantities, it will be one yuan and a pound. If you buy it in bulk, it can be a little less."

He put his hand into the rice and touched it, then took a handful and put it to his nose and smelled it.

While smelling it, he said: "Is the rice you have last year's rice?"

I didn't know what he meant, so I quickly kept my guard up: "Of course I'll take last year's rice. This year's millet hasn't grown yet."

He: "I just meant that your rice is fresh."

Me: "Well, I just typed it out yesterday afternoon."

He: "I bought them all for you. You can see if the price is right."

I thought to myself that it was not easy to find a "big buyer", so I would take less. If I sell it by the same amount as before, I don't know when it will be sold. Whether it will be sold out is still a question mark.

So I boldly said, "One dollar and a dime, I'll give you five cents." In fact, what I was thinking was, if he paid back a good price, I would sell it for one dollar and a pound. As it turned out, he was too upright.

He said: "I like to do things cheerfully. A dollar and a dime is a dollar and a dime. I'll find a scale and I'll give you the money."

I found a store selling fertilizer on the street and borrowed a scale to weigh it, which weighed a total of one hundred and eighty-three and a half kilograms.

He said: "One hundred and eighty-three and a half kilograms, each kilogram is RMB 1.5, so the total is 211 yuan, two cents and five cents. I will wipe out the change after peeling three bags. How about giving you 210 yuan?"

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Me: "Okay."
Chapter completed!