Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

The money from reselling is so easy to earn. Some time ago, Ding Xuewei couldn't hold back when she entered the space at night. She went to the supermarket to pick up some porcelain and glass products and sent them to the cafeteria.

This brightly colored soup bowl with a smooth handle was one of the exquisite porcelains she selected at that time.

Just now, time was running out, and after entering the space for a quick change of clothes, I packed it out.

It wasn't until the soup bowl was displayed in front of the old shopkeeper of the pawnshop that she realized what she had taken.

Turning his eyes, he fell on the blue and white porcelain on the cabinet behind the boss for a moment, and the price in his heart was raised again!

The price of blue and white porcelain is high, but there is a price and there is a market. If she doesn't like to show off, she can prepare large blue and white porcelain bowls for the workers in the family.

Those who can enter the pawn shop are definitely not ordinary in quality, but this is only good for ordinary blue and white porcelain.

Turning her mind and going back to buy a few more, Ding Xue made a slightly flesh-cutting expression.

"Grandpa, this is the heirloom of the kid's family..."

Boo boo, Ding Xuewei fried up the cold rice of his ancestors doing business, traveling to and from the Western Regions, and needing money to make a comeback.

After a long time, the old man with gray temples raised his eyes.

His eyes were full of doubts: "When did the people from the Western Regions burn the porcelain?"

Ding Xuewei: "..."

How did she know that people from the Western Regions couldn't make porcelain!
Think about it, and feel relieved soon.

In real life, Europe has been tossing for a long time for this piece of porcelain. It was not until the Qing Dynasty that the porcelain they had coveted for hundreds of years was fired.

Compared with the real world, the Western Regions are the Middle East, which is rich in glass.

Porcelain, as can be seen from the old man's puzzled eyes, is equivalent to Daxia's colored glaze.

"My boy only knows that this soup bowl was passed down from our ancestors. I don't know when people from the Western Regions cooked it."

With a height of 1.3 meters, she is also short among girls of the same age, let alone compared with boys.

Ding Xuewei, who was wearing boy's clothes and ugly makeup, looked only about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child. This innocent look with her head tilted slightly was really irritating.

The old shopkeeper withdrew his gaze.

"Old Qi."

The middle-aged man called out cautiously.

The old shopkeeper turned his head slightly to look at him for three seconds, and then turned his body slightly to let the middle-aged man do it.

"It's very light, don't charge up." He reminded.

Even though he said it first, the young man almost had an accident when he picked up the soup bowl.

Much more than he expected.

With a pale face, he stared at the old man with cold sweat holding his breath.

"...Less than one-third."

"...It should be one out of five"

After the two recovered, they played charades.

The middle-aged man turned his gaze back to the porcelain in his hands: "It's so thin and thin, it shouldn't be a soup bowl!"

The old man didn't make a sound, but the meaning was obvious.

Ding Xuewei observed the actions and expressions of the two of them carefully, and made sure that the two of them would not be able to reject the porcelain basin, so she put in a sentence.

"It's a soup bowl, the soup bowl of people from the Western Regions. They like to eat cold soup in autumn and summer." In fact, this soup is completely Korean, and there are meager special words on the bottom: "Of course, it can also hold hot soup, but It's just hot."

"Is there any boiling water?" Ding Xuewei said that he would test it for the two of them.

Two people: "..."

None of them felt that the person who would eventually own the china would serve soup from it, but it was worth finding out.

Of course, if there is any lesson from the past.

"Have you tried it before?" the old man asked.

Ding Xue nodded slightly: "I have used it, it is very useful and has a large capacity."

In fact, the bowl is new.

Based on experience, Ding Xuewei didn't feel that this bowl could not stand the test, and when he was middle-aged, he brought a pot of boiling water and poured it into the bowl.

The old man opened his mouth violently, but because of her determination, he choked so hard that he could do it.

Just like that, the two watched her pour a small pot of boiling water in horror.

The soup bowl is fourteen inches, really big, and the kettle is an ordinary small teapot for making tea, and it only takes half a bowl when everything is poured out.

Tentatively, Ding Xue touched the side of the bowl.

"very hot."

She didn't need to say how hot the hot water was, but the two of them stretched out their hands.

Tentatively, touched and touched.

"This soup bowl was used by our family when it was inconvenient a few years ago. My father said that it doesn't matter whether the bowl full of soup is served well. No one would be willing to serve this bowl."

"..."

The two were silent.

The words are like this, but they are in business, and if they don't figure it out, how can they dare to draw conclusions at will.

"What do you want, young master?"

"What methods?" Ding Xuewei asked generously, but there was a hint of probing in her eyes.

Ask knowingly.

The old man's eyebrow peak almost jumped down.

"There are only two rules in our pawn business, life pawning and dead pawning. Live pawning depends on how much you need, and dead pawning depends on how much I give."

"Since the young master's family needs money to revive the family business, it's not feasible to do it alive. It's a dead money. I will try my best to give you a good price."

The pharaoh didn't say why he needed it, and it all depends on how much he is willing to give... Sure enough, people in this business are ruthless!
"500 taels of gold." 5000 taels of silver.

Ding Xuewei did not ask the price cautiously like the pawnbrokers the old man had experienced all the time, but gave his own price straightforwardly.

It was the first time that the two had guarded the store here for so many years, and they were stunned for a moment.

It was so unexpected that they didn't even react.

"One thousand five hundred taels of gold, if one tael is less, I won't sell it."

"...Little Master." The old man who finally recovered his voice was speechless: "This is a pawn shop!"

"The pawn shop has a lot of money." Ding Xuewei said he knew it.

The reason why they came here was because of the money in their hands.

"Grandpa, don't need to scare the kid. The kid understands the value of this soup bowl. It's 500 taels of gold, even one tael less. If the grandpa thinks it's too expensive, the kid will just find someone else."

After all, without giving the two of them time to communicate, they directly took out five copper coins: "Water money."

A pot of boiling water on the side of the road costs only one penny, and five pennies is enough.

Ding Xue patted the copper plate slightly, and went to serve the soup bowl. Seeing her move, the old man's heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

The porcelain was so hot that his fingertips still hurt.

It's a small matter if you get hot, but a big problem if you fall!

"Don't get excited, since you have entered our door, let's hold back and talk about it. I want this soup bowl, but..."

"It's a lot of money." Ding Xuewei interrupted him: "Grandpa wants to bargain, so there's no need to talk to the boy. There are many people in this huge prefecture who can give 5000 taels of silver without hesitation, and this soup When bowls are sent to Beijing, everyone knows how many [-] bowls can be sold."

The old man didn't have a chance to show his businessman's essence, so Ding Xuewei blocked his way, pressing Ding Xuewei's hands, the two looked at each other for a long time, and finally, the old man was defeated.

The old man is able to sit in the shop, naturally he has vision. The price of 5000 taels for this soup bowl is indeed sky-high.

"The old man took it." The old man was heartbroken.

I have never confiscated such an expensive thing in my life!
"I want gold ingots." Ding Xue retracted her hand slightly.

She wants gold ingots and she turns back to exchange for gold ingots are two different concepts.

The old man pressed the edge of the soup basin with a constipated expression on his face.

He was the only one who said that one is one, and he finally realized the aggrieved feeling of knowing that he was suffering but still had to swallow it in his stomach.

"...Young master, the gold ingot is heavy."

"It's okay, I'm driving the carriage." Ding Xue leaned slightly and pointed outside the shop.

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