Yang Ming did not answer, smiled slightly, and ordered Zhang Cheng: "First take out 20 coins from the fifty coins and find someone to buy a big iron pot, and then take out 20 coins to buy ten coins respectively.
Isn’t it a problem to pay 1 cent for sugar, 8 cents for coarse tea, and 2 cents for salt?”
"No problem, haha."
Zhang Cheng had long since lost his majesty, and nodded with a smile on his face.
He quickly called a brother and gave some instructions before watching the soldier trot away from the crowd.
"I still have ten cents here."
Yang Ming looked at the guard next to him, walked straight to a charlatan, and said, "Old man, I have five cents to buy you some mint leaves and dried hawthorn."
"I have more here.
These things are not valuable, so I'll give you some."
The old man was very cooperative and poured out a lot of mint leaves and hawthorn from the bag.
These things cost nothing as long as you are willing to go to the mountains to find them.
Apart from the effect of relieving heat and relieving heat, he has no other effects.
He is very happy to sell a few leaves for five cents.
Liu Tieshan looked on with cold eyes.
Forty-five of the fifty cents were spent, and Yang Ming only had five cents left in his hand.
At this time, Yang Ming came to a firewood man again and spent his last five cents without negotiating the price.
He bought half a load of dry firewood and piled it next to him.
"You see, I have spent all the fifty coins, and the price given is the market price.
Guard, do you think there is no problem in this?"
Yang Ming came to Liu Tieshan and asked.
"Well, yes, they are all market prices," Liu Tieshan responded.
"Okay."
Yang Ming turned around and said to the crowd of onlookers: "The city gate is really not a place for one to stay on this hot day.
Dear elders, I want you to do me a favor here."
He pointed to the open space at the gate of the city and said: "You are young and can't do any physical work.
Can you bring some uncles to help you build a stove here?
I'll treat you to herbal tea later.
It will quench your thirst and prevent heat stroke."
"Let me give you a hand" As soon as he finished speaking, a few big men walked out of the crowd.
They found some stones and mud on the spot, drank water, and quickly built a stove.
Just at this time, the soldiers who bought iron pots and tea leaves also came over.
Yang Ming did not pretend to ask Zhang Cheng to light a fire and boil water.
Once the water in the pot boiled, he poured it into the pot according to the proportion in his mind.
Put the tea leaves, mint, sugar, hawthorn, and salt into the pot one by one and boil it.
After a while, the sweet and sour aroma becomes rich, and the hot wind blows it.
It is so refreshing that you can't wait to drink a bowl immediately.
After half a stick of incense, Yang Ming finally stopped adding firewood to the soup and took out all the fire in the fire pit to wait for the soup to cool down.
It was a hot day and the crowd was very crowded.
Dozens or hundreds of people were crowded into such a big city gate.
Many people couldn't bear it, and Liu Tieshan was no exception.
He came to the big pot with a smile and said: "My dear husband, give me a bowl to relieve the heat."
"Okay, how about one penny and one bowl is fair, haha."
As he said that, Yang Ming directed Zhang Cheng and said: "You can find a few more small bowls and spoons.
Let's start sharing the soup with everyone now." " Liu Tieshan didn't drink the soup.
He looked at the Yang family members and realized that he had offended someone with his initial words.
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Seeing Zhang Cheng trotting all the way, the sweat guy had also been offended just now.
It was really retribution in this world.
After a while, Zhang Cheng ran over with a few earthenware bowls in his pocket.
Behind him, there were several brothers carrying a table and rushing towards them.
After everything was ready, Yang Ming stood in the middle of the crowd and said loudly: "The weather is hot and everyone must be very thirsty.
I have prepared some soup here.
Everyone will queue up for a bowl.
I don't want any money.
Everyone tomorrow When you go into town early in the morning, just grab a handful of wheat straw or grain grass for the boy."
As he spoke, he added soup to the earthenware bowl.
Come and go, drink a big bowl of warm soup.
It's really good, a little sweet, with the refreshing taste of mint and sour.
The taste makes people feel better, and it feels like the hot sun.
It seems much smaller.
The ancients were simple.
They drank a bowl of soup and repaid it with grass.
After drinking the soup, many people casually pulled grains and hay from the haystacks and threw them in the corner before entering the city.
These things are not valuable at all.
Whether you are a farmer or a poor person, you can get them by just walking around without any trouble at all.
Besides, on this hot day, we are already worried about heat stroke.
When people get sick, they have to call a doctor, and they have to delay going to work.
Now, with soup, you only need to drink a bowl to prevent it.
Why not?
Woolen cloth people coming and going Yang Ming didn't plan to sell grain today.
After a day's delay, he couldn't find a good buyer.
It's just that his uncle and father were a little anxious, so they drove for a long time and were delayed.
However, the uncle was lucky to be spared a prison sentence.
If Yang Ming had not been here, he would have been eating royal food in the cell.
While eating the dry food they brought, the two brothers would take a sip of warm soup from time to time and sit on the stone against the wall to rest.
They had no control over Yang Ming.
Liu Tieshan found a bench and pulled Yang Ming to sit on it.
He saw that the hay in the corner kept growing and it took a long time to reach the height of one person.
He didn't know why.
"My dear husband, look" "Wait a minute, wait a minute," Yang Ming leaned against the city wall and hit the ton.
In the afternoon, the sun turned westward, and there were no crowds.
The river breeze was very refreshing.
"Little Xianggong, little Xianggong, wake up quickly" While sleeping soundly, Yang Ming heard someone shouting, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at it, the sun is about to set, and the fiery red sun with a beautiful sunset is extremely beautiful.
"My dear husband, look at this much hay."
The one who spoke was Zhang Cheng, who looked at Yang Ming speechlessly to see what he would do.
"You don't have to ask me."
Yang Ming suddenly became angry.
"Tell me, why do these guys have elm heads?"
He rolled his eyes at Zhang Cheng, then looked at Liu Tieshan who was still rubbing his eyes and said: "After finishing the bundles, take a few people to the mule and horse market to sell fodder."
"Ah" Zhang Cheng was surprised, and then he realized that so much hay is money.
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Ten cents per load doesn't seem like much, but there are nearly dozens of loads of hay here, and many people will come tomorrow morning.
He simply couldn't imagine it However, the capital of fifty cents has directly generated so much interest.
As long as you work hard every day, won't you be able to start a business every day in the future?
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