I was the emperor in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 395
Entering the capital city in October, no matter adults or children, they all wear thick cotton-padded clothes. Even though some people may not even be able to wear cotton-padded clothes, they can still manage to wear a few more layers of unlined clothing.

Early in the morning, the genius was slightly bright. Wang Pu, who was born in Huangzhuang and still had no family in his 20s, put on the jacket his mother sewed for him, pushed a cart full of briquettes, and braved the cold wind to drive away. Many miles.

Finally arrived at the gate of the city before daylight.

Just like him at the door, there were quite a few people pushing carts to deliver briquettes.

Each of them is in charge of a large block, and they are not considered to be stealing from each other's business. In addition, they all come from the same place, so it is still polite to meet each other.

There was a middle-aged man with gray beard who looked about 40 years old, and said to Wang Pu with a smile while smoking a pipe,

"Little Wang Pu, you have only been here for a few days, how are you selling, and you have found a few customers!"

The term customer is a relatively recent term.

It is the most frequently mentioned word in a set of sales brochures that Li Tian worried that they would not know how to do it.

Wang Pu was originally illiterate, but after he got the imperial handbook, he heard that it was a treasure that could help people make money.

After discussing with his good mother, he killed the only old hen in the family that laid eggs, and found the teacher who was blind in one eye in Huangzhuang, and asked him to hand over every word to him.

The sales brochure is only three to four hundred words in total, and Wang Pu can almost recite it backwards at this time, pondering over the truth for a long time, but because he has never read a book, it is still difficult to understand.

He has been working for three days according to the instructions in the manual, and the total selling price is only about ten yuan. The money he earns is only enough to barely feed himself.

Hearing the middle-aged man's questioning, Wang Pu was a little ashamed, feeling that he had embarrassed his mother.

He lowered his head, acting as if he hadn't heard, and didn't speak.

But the middle-aged man didn't seem to intend to let him go.

Pushing his own small cart, he came to Wang Pu, patted his shoulder and said,

"Don't be discouraged, old man, when I first came here a few days ago, I couldn't sell many yuan a day, but as long as I find the knack, it's still easy to do."

Hearing this, Wang Pu seemed to have found hope suddenly, raised his head and said to the middle-aged man expectantly,

"Uncle, I also peddle strictly according to the sales manual given by His Majesty, but why didn't many people buy it after I peddled it on the street for a day."

Just based on what Wang Pu said, the middle-aged man couldn't tell where his problem was. After thinking for a while, he said,
"Which street are you selling now?"

“Mutton Hutong and Brick Tower Hutong in Xianyifang!”

The middle-aged man nodded and said,
"Coincidentally, I'm not too far away from you, old man. Today you follow me first, and see how I sell!"

Seeing that someone was willing to help, Wang Pu was so grateful that he almost cried, he quickly bowed and said,
"Thank you uncle, thank you..."

The middle-aged man said with a smile,

"If you want to thank the old man, you don't have to be so anxious. As long as you make money today, you can buy the old man two taels of wine, and the old man will be satisfied!"

The most common drink at this time is only three to five cents and half a catty.

If Wang Pu could sell all the briquettes in his hand, at least he could earn thirty or fifty yuan, and a mere two taels of wine was really nothing!
He immediately nodded vigorously in agreement,
"As long as the uncle is willing to help teach me, let alone buy you wine every day, I am also willing."

At this time, the city gate opened and pedestrians filed in.

The middle-aged man pushed up the cart and smiled at him,
"Let's go, let's go to the city."

The two walked together, and it didn't take long to arrive at the vicinity of Xicheng Bingmasi.

The middle-aged man searched around, and when he saw the smoke rising from someone's house, he ran over and knocked on the door of that house.

While knocking, he said to Wang Pu, "Look at it, see how the old man sells me!"

Not long after, a head popped out of the knocked door.

The sleepy-eyed servant in servant clothes saw that it was actually two ragged peasants knocking on the door. He thought they were beggars, and his expression changed immediately, and he said unhappily,
"Disturb my sleep, you are looking for death! Beg for food and go!"

It's about to close the door.

The middle-aged man hurriedly stepped forward to stop the servant.

Said with a smile,

"Brother, please wait a little longer, I am not begging for food, old man, we are here to sell carbon!"

The domestic servant turned his head to look at the black briquettes on their trolley, and said unmoved,
"My house is not short of carbon, go to another house!"

If it was Wang Pu who was directly rejected by others, he would probably have to find someone else.

But middle-aged people have more experience than him.

Stopping the servant from closing the door again, he took out a very smooth wine gourd from his side, opened the lid and handed it to the servant, saying,
"Brother, don't go back in a hurry, come and drink some wine to keep warm!"

That domestic servant is probably also a drinker, and he can't walk when he smells alcohol.

Hesitantly took the wine gourd and took a big gulp.

He grinned his teeth when the alcohol was hot, but the warmth poured from his throat to his lower abdomen, making his whole body warm immediately.

After drinking other people's wine, he felt embarrassed to drive them away directly. While handing the wine pot to the old man reluctantly, he said,
"Look at you, you are quite honest, let me tell you the truth, it's not that my family doesn't want to buy it, it's that the owner of the house has ordered a large amount of charcoal fire from the nearby charcoal fire shop some time ago, and there is really no shortage at home! "

Seeing that the other party had taken the bait, the old man unhurriedly got a piece of briquette from the trolley, handed it to him, and said,

"Brother, our briquettes are not ordinary coal, they are specially processed. Not only does it have no soot, it burns better than the best carbon."

"And one piece is only a penny more expensive than ordinary coal of the same weight, but the effect is several times that of ordinary coal!"

After hearing what the middle-aged man said, the servant turned red and was in a dilemma.

In fact, he is just a janitor and has no right to make any decisions at all.

No matter how useful the briquettes are, he can't influence the owner's decision.

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you. I really can't make the decision. I think you should go to another house to see!"

Seeing that he was about to close the door again, the old man stepped forward again, pulled his ear and said to him,
"To tell you the truth, my briquettes are not much worse than the best carbon.

How much is a catty of good carbon, at least twenty cents!

In this way, you will give this briquette to your housekeeper later, let him have a look and try it, the old man guarantees that it is absolutely genuine! "

(End of this chapter)