After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 271 271 Customized Screws
Zhao Yuanle nodded fiercely at Zhao Yuanxi.

"That's right, big sister said it well."

Tang Siwen didn't object much, she turned around and walked to the inner room, and called Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Yuanxi together.

"Those two children also committed crimes. Find some unwanted things from our side and send them there."

Zhao Dacheng leaned over and called Zhao Yuanle over.

"Lele, did you come up with the pencil sharpener yourself?"

Zhao Yuanle paused, but still nodded.

"Yeah, in fact, this is very simple, and it's not a big deal."

Zhao Dacheng saw business opportunities in it.

"Now the county is setting up a new type of school, and I heard that it will be set up in various places in the future, and there must be a lot of children who use pencils by then.

I think, we can make this pencil sharpener and sell it, and we can probably make money. "

Zhao Yuanle didn't think about it.

"Uncle, there is no exclusive secret recipe for this thing, it can be seen at a glance, if we sell it, others will definitely sell it, we can't do exclusive sales.

Even if there is the advantage of being the first to do it, then someone has to go and worry about it, who will come?

I don't have time anyway, and my father doesn't look like a businessman, could it be that uncle, you abandoned medicine to go into business?Auntie is afraid that she wants to beat you to death, so she will divorce you directly. "

Zhao Dacheng glanced towards the room.

"I'm sure I won't be a businessman, but your elder brother still has the possibility.

He has been busy with things like buying medicine and collecting medicine before, and has traveled to some places, so he has basic experience.

I see that he is decadent now, so I just happened to find something for him to do. If he does well, that is also a career. "

Zhao Yuanle was worried about Tang Siwen.

"May I agree?"

Zhao Dacheng thought about it and made a decision to sacrifice himself.

"I'll go and persuade your aunt."

Zhao Yuanle gave Zhao Dacheng an admiring look.

"Uncle, when you are beaten, I will feel sad for you."

Zhao Dacheng snorted.

"I let her go. In fact, at home, uncle, I still have a lot of weight in my words."

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's suspicious eyes, Zhao Dacheng said, "Don't believe me, uncle will definitely get your aunt to agree."

"Okay, okay, I believe it." Zhao Yuanle was perfunctory, and then asked another question.

"Uncle, do you really want Big Brother to do this?"

Zhao Dacheng also sighed.

"I can't help it, he can't study medicine, he can't study, he always has to find other ways out.

Uncle can be regarded as seeing that the world is about to change, and it will never be the same as before. If you are in business, you can do business. I think he is okay in this respect, at least he can support himself in the future. "

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help admiring: "Uncle, you really have a good eye."

Zhao Dacheng had a look of complacency on his face: "That's right, uncle, I didn't study medicine at the beginning, so I might be able to be admitted as a scholar. I still have this vision."

Zhao Yuanle smiled, but soon his face changed.

If Zhao Dacheng really followed what she said, then she couldn't let others see the actual prototype of the pencil sharpener.

Even if you ask someone to make small screws, you have to say what kind of small screws you want, you can't just take a pencil sharpener to someone for comparison.

Realizing this problem, Zhao Yuanle slapped himself on the head.

"Uncle, how long has my father been gone?"

Zhao Dacheng: "It didn't take long, you came back after he left for a while."

Zhao Yuanle: "Which blacksmith did he go to?"

Zhao Dacheng shook his head: "He didn't say which one, he just said that he knew a good blacksmith."

Zhao Yuanle sighed and hurried out.

Zhao Dacheng touched the back of his head.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry, it's not certain."

If you can't sell a pencil sharpener, you can sell other things.

Zhao Yuanle ran on the street, heading towards a blacksmith shop he knew, scanning around on the way, looking for Zhao Ercheng.

Finally, when Zhao Ercheng was about to walk into a blacksmith's shop, Zhao Yuanle saw him and stopped him.

Zhao Ercheng turned his head and was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Yuanle.

"What's wrong? Why are you running so fast?"

Zhao Yuanle walked over quickly and asked, "Did you show the pencil sharpener to others?"

Zhao Ercheng shook his head: "Not yet, just go in and show it to others."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then don't let people see it, just tell people what size small screws you want."

Zhao Ercheng was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any further questions.

"Okay, that's what you say."

Zhao Yuanle took a look at the blacksmith shop, and stood beside it.

"Father, go in, I'll wait for you outside."

Zhao Ercheng: "Let's go in together!"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head and stood there motionless.

The people in this blacksmith's shop are acquaintances, so it's better not to go in, it's so embarrassing.

However, in the next second, Zhao Yuanle heard a familiar voice.

"Well, you want to buy something?"

Mo Qingshan just came back from outside with two pieces of black iron.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

God really likes to create some embarrassing scenes for her.

When Zhao Ercheng saw Mo Qingshan, he suddenly remembered the time with wild boar meat, so he greeted Mo Qingshan happily.

Mo Qingshan recognized Zhao Ercheng when he saw him.

He smiled: "Uncle is in good health?"

Zhao Ercheng patted his chest: "It's been a few days."

Mo Qingshan also had a smile on his face: "Congratulations."

He quickly glanced at Zhao Yuanle, and asked again: "Do you want to buy something?"

Zhao Ercheng: "It's not about buying anything, it's about ordering something small."

Mo Qingshan was carrying something, and couldn't help saying: "Go ahead, go in and sit down and talk."

Zhao Ercheng walked in directly.

Mo Qingshan looked at Zhao Yuanle: "Let's go in together."

Zhao Yuanle smiled and went in together.

The two went in, Zhao Ercheng glanced at the black iron Mo Qingshan was carrying, and asked a question.

"This black iron is not cheap, isn't it used to make a hard shell?"

Mo Qingshan was slightly surprised: "Uncle, do you understand this too?"

Zhao Ercheng smiled: "It turned out that I also hit the iron for a few days, but I didn't hit it later, and I still remember a little bit."

Mo Qingshan put the black iron aside and nodded: "It's a shell for making things. Black iron is hard, durable, and lighter than iron of the same size, but it's also more expensive, so it's not easy to buy."

When Zhao Ercheng heard this, he was about to continue talking about blacksmithing with Mo Qingshan.

Zhao Yuanle coughed quickly.

Zhao Ercheng came to his senses, he smiled, and started talking to Mo Qingshan about what he wanted.

He gestured first.

"We want screws, like this thin, so long, how many do we need?"

Mo Qingshan was a little puzzled.

"This...how big is it? How much is it?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ercheng looked at Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle touched the pen and ink he had just bought, and looked at Mo Qingshan.

"Have any paper? I'll draw the approximate size."

(End of this chapter)