Husband and Father Youwei

Chapter 16 Selling Charcoal

The three of them continued to stroll on the street. As they walked, Tu Lin suddenly saw a small shop with a very inconspicuous facade. The shop had no signboard or any pretense. Cutting the black charcoal, he couldn't help but stop. Let Ruan Tang and Tu An watch the car outside, while Tu Lin himself went into the shop.

The shop is not big, inside is a counter that is half a person high and two meters wide. At this time, a boy in gray clothes is dozing off on his stomach. Two three-story wooden shelves stood against the walls on both sides of the shop, and several large baskets were placed side by side on each floor.

Tu Lin didn't go to wake up the boy, but walked around the shop alone, and found that all the baskets were filled with charcoal, and the charcoal in each basket was different. eight kinds. There are ordinary charcoal, white charcoal similar to that made by Tu Lin himself, pine charcoal, bamboo charcoal, etc. It is also the first time Tu Lin has seen charcoal.

Walking around the shop, Tu Lin looked at all the charcoal, and at the same time compared the charcoal he made with those in the shop, and finally chose the one that was most similar to the one he made. charcoal. Just when Tu Lin was about to wake up the boy and ask the price of the charcoal, he heard voices and footsteps coming closer and closer from the small door leading to the inner hall behind the counter.

"Shopkeeper Song, stay here, stay here."

"Steward Wang is polite, come, please."

Tu Lin followed the sound, and saw that the cloth curtain of the small door was lifted, and a six-foot-tall, squat old man came out first. , followed by a thin middle-aged man in his forties wearing a brown shirt.

I only heard the old man say: "Shopkeeper Song, I'll leave this matter to you, or what to say, the price is easy to say, but you have the silver frost charcoal I want, so you must leave it to me."

Shopkeeper Song hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Steward Wang, as long as I have silver frost charcoal, I'll keep all of it for you. But you also know that it's going to be winter soon, and charcoal is the time when it's in short supply. Don't tell me This means that there is not much stock in the master's house in our prefecture, and I have to write to the master's house to see if I can transfer it to you from another shop, so at this time..." "Oh, I understand

, I understand, please hurry up, I'm just waiting for your good news." Without getting a definite answer, the old man known as Steward Wang sighed and had no choice but to say so.

Shopkeeper Song comforted Steward Wang again, but he only said that he would do it as soon as possible, without giving any guarantee. After talking, the two arrived at the door, and said goodbye to each other. After watching Butler Wang go out, Shopkeeper Song turned back to the shop.

Tu Lin had been waiting for a long time, and when he took a step forward, he only said the words "Shopkeeper Song", but he saw that Shopkeeper Song was completely different from the appearance when he was facing that Manager Wang just now, and he straightened his back , raised his chin slightly with an arrogant and indifferent look on his face, ignored Tu Lin, and walked past Tu Lin, as if he hadn't seen him at all.

Tu Lin raised his eyebrows, he didn't call shopkeeper Song again, and then he heard the young man who had been awakened by the voice of shopkeeper Song and Manager Wang ask shopkeeper Song suspiciously: "Cousin, isn't there still room in our warehouse? Do you have more than a thousand catties of white charcoal? Why did you tell that manager Wang that our shop is out of stock?"

But instead of answering the boy's doubts, shopkeeper Song scolded the boy, "This is your What should I care about, what are you talking about? Don't look at the store carefully, and open the door to take a nap in broad daylight. Are you a pig? Things, you won't be able to pay for them if you sell them, useless things."

After cursing, shopkeeper Song flicked his sleeves, and finally said: "Take care of the store for me, and if I see you dozing off, give it to me." Go home. Also, keep your eyes open in the future, don't put dirty, smelly beggars in the store, can they afford charcoal fire? There is no need to bury the floor tiles of our house, I heard ?"

The boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, his eyes were red from being scolded by Shopkeeper Song, and he whispered softly, "Listen, I heard." Seeing that the boy answered, Shopkeeper Song said in a satisfied voice

. With a snort, he turned around and went back to the inner hall.

Tu Lin looked down at his clothes which were covered with patches, but still neat and clean, shook his head and smiled, turned and left the charcoal shop without saying anything.

"How is it?" Seeing him coming out, Ruan Tang hurriedly asked.

But Tu Lin shook his head, and said: "This shop is not good, by the way, a short and fat old man in his sixties came out of the shop just now, did you see which direction he went?" He took out two sticks of white charcoal from the basket on the bullock cart.

Ruan Tang was stunned for a moment, then recalled for a moment, then pointed in a direction and said, "It seems to be over there."

Tu Lin looked in the direction Ruan Tang pointed, and it was indeed not far ahead, only a hundred and eighty meters away. Seeing the short and fat back of Butler Wang, Fang Fang immediately said, "I'm going to chase that old man. You and Tu An are leading the bullock cart and driving over slowly." After that, he took charcoal and went to chase in the direction of Butler Wang. went.

Ruan Tang was a little puzzled, but when he saw Tu Lin leaving with charcoal, he also guessed that it was for selling charcoal, so he didn't ask any further questions. After letting Tu An sit down, he led the ox cart and followed what Tu Lin said. He went up, but he was not as fast as Tu Linyong after all, and he quickly distanced himself from Tu Lin.

"This old man, please stay." But at a distance of 100 meters, Tu Lin caught up with him after a few breaths of trotting.

"Little brother called me?" Steward Wang stopped when he heard the sound, and turned his head to look, but saw that it was a strange young man. Judging by his clothes, he should be a poor countryman, and he couldn't help being a little puzzled.

"That's right, I'm sorry to bother you, old man." Tu Lin nodded slightly with a smile, and made an apology first.

Steward Wang originally thought that Tu Lin was a vulgar country boy, but when he saw that Tu Lin spoke and behaved quite politely, he couldn't help reducing the indifference in his eyes, and put on a kind smile on his face, saying: "It's okay, it's okay, what's the matter, little brother?"

Tu Lin didn't answer Wang Steward's question directly, but said: "Old man, please take a look at this first." Then he presented the charcoal in his hand to Wang Steward's before.

"This is... silver frost charcoal?!" Steward Wang looked down, and quickly recognized that the thing in the young man's hand was the silver frost charcoal that he was looking for everywhere. look. When he saw that the quality of the object in his hand was not as good as the top one, but it was not far behind, his face was even more unconcealable.

At this time, Tu Lin didn't need to say more, he already understood the purpose of Tu Lin's visit, and at this moment, he also vaguely remembered that he seemed to have met Tu Lin just now in the charcoal shop, but he didn't pay much attention at the time, so he didn't Ask any more questions, and immediately asked, "How much silver frost carbon do you have?" The

corners of Tu Lin's mouth curled up slightly, but he was a little surprised that the steward Wang was so blunt, so he swallowed back the words he was going to explain, and replied directly: "Not much, about a hundred catties." Although he didn't weigh it, he could estimate the weight with his previous life experience.

The joy on Steward Wang's face faded when he heard the words, and he frowned slightly, saying, "That's all...that's all, the hundred catties of charcoal are all in my hands? If so, I'll take all of them It's gone." Although it's not much, it's not enough to last three to five days, but it's still better than nothing.

"It's natural. They are all baked at home and picked out piece by piece by hand. There will never be any defective products. Don't worry, old man." Tu Lin was talking, just when Ruan Tang arrived with the ox cart, and he told Steward Wang again Said: "If the old man doesn't believe it, just check and see." Then he walked to the ox cart, put down the basket containing charcoal, and poured out the charcoal.

Steward Wang was a little surprised, but what surprised him was not Tu Lin's actions, but what he said, "Did you burn this silver frost charcoal by yourself?"

This silver frost carbon is different from ordinary charcoal. Because of its special craftsmanship, its price is several times that of ordinary charcoal. But his attire was obviously not like this, so at first Steward Wang only thought that Tu Lin got some silver frost charcoal from other places in a special way, but he didn't expect that he fired it himself.

Tu Lin didn't deny it, nodded, and said half-truthfully: "A few days ago, I accidentally got this method of firing silver frost charcoal, so I tried to fire a kiln. I didn't expect it to be done once, so I pulled Come to the city to sell and see."

Steward Wang was even more surprised when he heard this, could it be that he also met a charcoal-burning genius? Looking at the piles of silver frost charcoal on the bullock cart, he couldn't help showing a thoughtful expression, and after a while, he said to Tu Lin: "Little brother, I want all your charcoal, and it's 20% higher than the market price. Twelve characters, how about it?"

Since Tu Lin went to the charcoal shop, he must have known the price of the silver frost charcoal, but he heard the conversation between himself and the shopkeeper Song, and knew that he was willing to increase the price and was eager to ask for it. He couldn't lower it, and he had other plans, so he had to show some sincerity, so he finally set a price of twelve cents a catty.

Of course, Tu Lin was not dissatisfied any more, and immediately said: "No problem, I will do as you said." Then he said: "I don't know where the house is, I will help you send it back." Wang Butler waved his hand and said

: "Don't worry, little brother, I have another matter to tell you. I won't hide it from you. Although I bought a hundred catties of charcoal from you today, it is still far from what I want. At least, I see that since you have the ability to burn charcoal, would you like to make a long-term business with me?"