Prosperous Tang Soul

Chapter 77 Wu Laoshuan sells oranges
Zhang Yi was very speechless, before he finished his words, the gang in front of him was already beaten up.

They can't be disturbed at this time. For these people, it is undoubtedly the greatest happiness for their children to be able to study.

After the noise subsided, Zhang Yi took up the topic and continued: "From the time the village school was established, all the children in the village above the age of seven and under the age of 14 all entered the village school. Those between the ages of seven and ten will go to school sooner or later. At the end of the month, you can receive 11 money for studying. Those aged 12 to 14 will study in the morning and evening, and must be on duty in the cowshed after school, and they will receive [-] yuan at the end of the month. Those aged [-] to [-] will study late, and work in the cowshed in the morning, evening and early morning. On duty, you can get two hundred at the end of the month!"

The main reason for this arrangement is that children under the age of ten are too young to help with the management of the cowshed, and children between the ages of 11 and 12 have already begun to replace children around the age of 13. A cycle can be formed to achieve the goal of both learning and work.

Of course, this money is not so easy to get, how could it be possible to give these people money for nothing with Zhang Yi's temper?
This is how to recruit talents!
Although they are only proficient in writing, Zhang Yi feels that if a little simple arithmetic is added, these people will definitely become a very good shopkeeper. If there are one or two outstanding ones, they will be candidates for the accountant.

You must know that the popularity of culture in the early Tang Dynasty definitely did not reach one thousandth, that is to say, there may not be one literate person out of a thousand people.It is precisely because of this that the lack of talents is almost the most embarrassing situation at present, and Zhang Yi originally planned to be a rich man who ate and waited to die. Naturally, he hoped that someone else would do something, and he could just wait and count the money.

But the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. When Lao Zhong told him that his family didn’t even have a counting house, he was thinking about these issues, and today’s new cowshed and village school are the result of careful consideration recently.

All the half-grown children were already very excited. Not only could they read and write, but they could also get a lot of money, which was simply unbelievable for them.

However, Sir Alex can't tell lies, and he doesn't bother to tell lies, so when Zhang Yi announced the rules, Zhangjiazhuang really became a sea of ​​joy.

The men didn't need Lao Zhong's urging, and a group of people hurried towards the back mountain. It would be worthwhile to let the children go to school a day earlier, even if they were exhausted.

"Master, with so many children, we can earn a lot of money a month!" Seeing the excited crowd disperse, Lao Zhong looked at Zhang Yi with a distressed face.

In his opinion, Sir Alex really showed kindness this time. More than 30 children averaged [-] yuan per person, and all of them added up to more than three times a month. What about a year?A year is thirty or forty!If you add the meals for the wife and three meals a day, if you calculate it all, if you don't have one or two hundred guan in a year, you can't get it at all.

Of course, one or two hundred pennies is not a big expense for the Viscount's Mansion, the most important thing is that he can't see any benefits from this money at all!

Wouldn't it be like a copper coin thrown into the water, and it will disappear without a single bubble?
"When did you ever see your young master doing a business that lost money?" Zhang Yi smiled, walked towards the fruit forest, and told Old Zhong by the way: "Help me call a few people and let's go pick oranges!"

It is not uncommon to sell oranges in spring, not only not rare but also normal.

Because the fruits on the market at this time have either rotted or entered people's stomachs after a whole winter, so if there are fresh fruits at this time, they can definitely be sold at a good price.

Many farmers and village households are obviously aware of this, so just after the beginning of spring, many people went to Chang'an to sell oranges, tangerines and other easy-to-preserve fruits on their backs.

Wu Laoshuan is one of the people who went to Chang'an to sell fruit. For decades, he would take his family's oranges to the West Market at this time to sell them for a lot of copper coins, and then buy some things back.It's just that this year he was a little bitter secretly, besides the oranges that belonged to their family before became the lord's, he was also forced by the lord to order an orange not to go back if it sold for less than two pennies. he.

As soon as he thought of the two pennies, Wu Laoshuan hated that young man who was regarded as a living Bodhisattva by Zhuangzi!

Yes, hate to the bone!
Two pennies, that's not two coppers, but two thousand coppers!He believed that if he sold all the oranges in his back, the copper coins would bury him alive!

I've never seen such an unreliable person, my lord, bah!

But even though he was upset, Wu Laoshuan still decided to give it a try. After all, the oranges now are almost different from before. What if they encounter an ignorant stick?
After spending a copper coin to obtain the right to set up a stall for a day at the gate of the West Market, he put down his back strap, and Wu Laoshuan took off the small bench from his waist and sat down waiting for buyers to come to his door.

"Old man Wu, are you selling oranges again this year?"

As soon as he sat down, a few acquaintances walked up to him. Like him, these people came to sell the stored fruits of Donghou on their backs.

"Yeah! You guys came early!" Wu Laoshuan rushed forward to say hello.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the entrance of the West Market was already very lively. Chenshi is the time when the dignitaries and dignitaries go shopping. More than 60.00% of the daily business in the West Market is done during this time period.

Wave after wave came, and group after group left.

Soon, Wu Laoshuan became a little uneasy, because the last of his acquaintances also said goodbye to him with a smile, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Wu Laoshuan knew very well that these people were laughing at his asking price of two guan for an orange. After half a morning's push by caring people, Wu Laoshuan was going to sell an orange for [-] guan.

"Wu Laoshuan, I heard that you are going to sell this year's oranges for two pennies each, so you can become a fairy if you eat them?" A man selling pork next to him joked to Wu Laoshuan: "Why don't I use oranges? How can I raise this half of pork for you? As long as I can become a fairy, I will introduce you to a buyer tomorrow! Hahahahaha!"

The butcher's surname is Zhang. He is in his forties, with a full face. This man Wu Laoshuan knows. Pretending to be 13 or something, in order to satisfy his little vanity.

After all, he is quite a person in the West Market, even the city officials of the West Market will sometimes cut two catties of fat meat from him and go home to make tooth sacrifices!

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