These were all participants in that action. From then on, Wen Fei understood a truth: they were all burned out by a lot of money!

Zhang Yu smiled and did not care about Wen Fei, but said, "If you want to make a good wine, go and ask Xiaoyu. Her family is an authentic winery. Although those bars are not as famous as Moutai Wuliangye, it is much better to get some raw pulp than Moutai!"

Xiaoyu's face was flushed, and she looked like she had drunk too much. In fact, it was an illusion. Most of the bottle of Wuliangye was put into her stomach. Her face turned red after the first sip. After five or six taels of pounds, her face was still so red. Wen Fei guessed that if he drank another half a pound, he would probably be like this.

"I mean, I'll cover it with me. When will I ask for it? Say, I can call me. I can call this fat man!" Xiaoyu, who originally looked quite quiet, also let go of it at this time and shouted directly.

After seeing off the couple, it was already two or three o'clock in the evening, Wen Fei was so bored that he didn't want to sleep. Suddenly, he thought that he hadn't gone to the next door for a long time, and he scared him so much last time. He even cheated on someone's treasure jade pendant. He was really embarrassed.

Soon Wen Fei left his body and went back and forth, feeling a little regretful. The room was empty, and the beautiful mistress had moved away, leaving only an empty house.

He lay on the bed and thought: What should I bring next time I go to the Northern Song Dynasty? Although the things in the bucket are easy to sell, they can't be made. I am really brave enough to rob the business of the Fourth Patriarch of the Southern Sect. It turns out that the ignorant is fearless!

Don’t sell plastic buckets. Do you really change your career to sell plastic bags? It seems that they are not very useful?

It would be great if I had learned marketing at the beginning, but what I learned was actually useless to Wen Fei. Because he had been in college for four years and rarely went to classes...

Xiaoyu's family runs a winery, so why not I can get some wine to sell it. But after a few times in the Northern Song Dynasty, Wen Fei already understood that at that time, wine and tea were like tobacco now, and were sold by the state. If you want to sell it privately, what if you are arrested...

Yes, I made the cloth to sell this time. No, I seemed to have learned it when I was in middle school. Huang Daopo from the Yuan Dynasty went to Hainan to learn the craftsmanship of weaving. It seems that there was no cloth to wear at the Northern Song Dynasty at that time!

Nonsense, without wearing cloth, are men and women running around with their bare butts? Wen Fei was suspicious of the records in history books for the first time. After recalling for a long time, he suddenly remembered that the clothes that the people of the Northern Song Dynasty seemed to be wearing were rough and looked like sacks... Are they all wearing slats?

It seems that Wen Fei recalled it. It seems that the people were wearing linen. Seeing that the fabric was thick and poor, I thought it would be uncomfortable to wear. I had to make some fabrics to sell, but I wonder if I would make a profit?

When he went online, he found that he was completely disgusted. No one could tell the question of how long this piece of cloth was. The most common answer was that a piece of cloth was 33 meters. Wen Fei really wanted to directly criticize the guy.

In ancient times, a piece of cloth was just like a piece of clothing. I saw anyone wearing clothes that were made of more than 30 meters, unless it was a wedding dress that was dragged on the ground for dozens of meters.

These things on the Internet are so unreliable, Wen Fei thought to himself in distress. It seems that fabric is really not easy to sell. There are so many types of fabrics, it is really like a mountain across the street! Wen Fei sighed at the ocean.

Even if I rack my brains, I can’t think of anything that can be sold in the broken market. The ghost place is so poor that there is nothing that can be sold except for the necessities of daily life. I finally found a way, but I was afraid of smashing Chen Niwan’s job. Alas, this business is really difficult to do!

Also, I can't get a lot of copper coins every time, right? Although I have good luck in these copper coins, I will get rich when I meet valuable ones. However, most of these copper coins are worthless, and now there are only a few thousand, which is nothing to do. But if there are too many in the future, will it impact the current ancient currency market? For example, if my business grows bigger, I will get tens of thousands of coins and hundreds of thousands of coins back?

I think that ghost place is so poor. Apart from vegetables, they only sell fruits and meat, they are all agricultural products, so there is nothing else. Can I change my career and become a vegetable vendor after I come out one by one? Even if I am willing, how many can I pick up these two hands? It seems that it was not easy to make a fortune in ancient times!

For a moment, Wen Fei sighed! He always had to find something that was small in weight and easy to buy. It is said that ancient books and papers were very expensive, but at that time, I couldn't sell them in the country market. It seemed that they were not good enough, so I would just sell some wine secretly.

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A few days later, the Northern Song Dynasty Mule and Horse Market gathered. A Taoist priest wearing Taoist robe picked a place early, put a piece of plastic cloth, and put all kinds of small objects on it.

Ge Erlang pulled a pair of shoes and squatted in front of Wen Fei's small stall. He looked at Wen Fei's needles and threads with curiosity: "Oh, fake Taoist priest, you really have it. Why are you changing the goods again? You won't sell the bucket anymore!"

Wen Fei blew up and laughed, "How dare you steal your business right? How about your master? I have time to invite you to drink."

Ge Erlang said carelessly: "Thank you, I'm dedicated to you if you have nothing to do, either you are a traitor or a thief!" He waved his hand and left on his own.

Wen Fei muttered, but didn't dare to scold him. He looked up and suddenly found that there was a pack of needles on his stall...

As the sun gradually increased, the crowds became larger and larger. Many people began to become interested in Wen Fei, a small stall. There were a lot of things that needed to be sewn in the countryside. At this time, ethics and education were not yet prosperous, and they were even more in the countryside. There were many women shopping and buying things, almost all of whom were in their forties, all of whom were old and rough in their skin. Wen Fei really didn’t have much interest in watching.

However, those women like to join Wen Fei's stall. Although those needles and threads are not valuable, they are large in quantity and almost every household needs them. These few and those few are soon sold for more than a dozen packs of needles, threads, thimbles, scissors and other messy things.

When the people who were going to the market dispersed, Wen Fei's things had already been sold out, and he was really happy. Don't look at these things inconspicuously, but the profit was really not small.

At this time, the iron smelting technology was very backward, and the steel output was very small, which was not enough at all. Not to mention making small items such as these needles. They are all made of iron, and the thickness is different, so they will rust in no time. Where can I compare with modern craftsmanship needles?
Chapter completed!