The Story of a Young Man Who Traveled Through Time and Space to Farm

Chapter 20

"You mean that Mr. Fang wants to order the tofu we make?" Zhang Zhenzong said softly, suppressing his excitement.

"Yes." Zhang Zhenwen's smug look now is completely different from the mature and steady look when talking to Mr. Fang.

"Why did you say we came back late? We told his chef how to eat tofu skin. We also tried to fry a few dishes, which was very successful. Mr. Fang said that we should first try 20 kilograms of tofu skin and 20 kilograms of tofu. If it sells well, we will order more."

After that, he turned to look at Zhang Wuliang and said, "I think Mr. Fang doesn't want much, but it's our first big deal. So I decided to give him a discount of one cent per kilogram."

Zhang Wuliang nodded: "You can decide on this matter."

Zhang Zhenwen was moved by his trust and relieved.

Then he took out two bulging money bags that looked very thick from his pocket and began to explain today's earnings: "80 catties of tofu, 10 cents per catty, 5 cents per catty of water tofu and frozen tofu, 36 catties sold.

First, 25 catties of tofu skin were sold for 8 cents, and then 1 catty was used for Mr. Fang to taste the food, and the remaining 14 catties were also sold to Mr. Fang at 8 cents per catty.

But I simply gave the remaining four catties of water tofu to Boss Fang, which should be worth a total of 1,292 coins. "

Zhang Zhenwen calculated these in his mind countless times on the way back, and now he can talk about it very smoothly.

The people next to him almost forgot to breathe when listening to his words, their eyes widened and their eyes began to wander. They had never heard of making so much money in one day.

Zhang Wuliang was also a little surprised. He thought that so many would not be sold out in one day, but he didn't expect that not only would he sell them all, but he also made so much money. Sure enough, there is still a lot of room for the market here.

After admiring their expressions, Zhang Zhenwen slowly threw out a question: But...

Everyone's eyes instantly returned to him, fearing that he would say something bad.

Under their burning gazes, Zhang Zhenwen spread his hands helplessly and said, "You also know that it is difficult to weigh things exactly, so there are bound to be some discrepancies. There are so many people on the street, and I don't feel comfortable taking out the money to count. So I don't know how much money I made. "

When Zhang Zhenyong heard this, he immediately rubbed his hands and said with encouragement: "Then take it out and count it quickly."

"Okay!" Zhang Zhenwen looked around and planned to find a place to pour out the money. Aunt Zhao immediately put everything on the table into the wooden basin and emptied the table. A group of people gathered around.

Zhang Zhenwen carefully poured the copper coins slowly onto the table. More than a thousand copper coins were scattered on the table, which looked very tempting.

No one in the group spoke. The scene was so quiet that they could hear each other swallowing saliva. Zhang Zhenwen put the money bag aside.

Then he pushed a pile of copper coins to Zhang Zhenzong and Zhang Wuliang: "Let's count together!"

Zhang Zhenzong and Zhang Wuliang pulled a stool and sat down, and began to count carefully one by one. Others gathered around them, their eyes following their fingers moving back and forth.

"My four hundred and forty-six" Zhang Zhenzong finished counting first.

"My four hundred and sixty-seven" Zhang Zhenwen also finished counting. Finally, there was only one person left. Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Wuliang methodically moved the last copper coin to the pile that had been counted, and raised his head and said: "Five hundred and twenty-three."