A handful of white hair fell off with one scratch.

"Master, are you talking about hair?" Luo Chengxuan couldn't help laughing.

"Get out!" The old Taoist raised his foot and kicked Luo Chengxuan away.

The old Taoist is really interesting. He is obviously in a soul state, even if he becomes a young man, it is perfectly OK, but he insists on keeping his appearance as before. Is it convenient for him to rely on his seniority to be the youngest?

In the end, the old Taoist and Luo Chengxuan still didn't think of any solution, because Zhang Jidong's cultivation speed was already fast enough for ordinary monks. The monk's understanding originally required a little luck. When luck comes, maybe he could break through the realm with a drink of water.

Zhou Baocheng rented a storefront in the commercial area at the entrance of the Forest Park in Tongshuling. After some renovation, it opened. On the day of business, he specially invited relatives and friends to have a meal, which was lively and lively. The people in the village also learned from the city people and made many flower baskets at the entrance of Zhou Baocheng's store.

However, for a period of time after the opening, Zhou Baocheng's store was not doing well. After all, the Forest Park has not been officially opened, and tourists who come to visit are all self-driving tours around. However, with some inputs, Zhou Baocheng saw hope.

After Zhou Qingyong dropped out of school, he followed his father Zhou Ganquan to learn to kill pigs at home. When he woke up early in the morning, he carried dozens of kilograms of meat around the village. The business was pretty good, and there was no one left every day. The people in the village seemed to take good care of this future butcher.

After finishing the morning work, there was almost nothing to do in the afternoon. In order to avoid Zhou Qingyong's learning of bad things, Zhou Ganquan and Yang Yueling searched all the money on Zhou Qingyong.

When Zhang Jidong was at home on weekends, he saw Zhou Qingyong passing by the front of the house with a load on his back.

"Qingyong, where are you going?" Zhang Jidong asked.

Zhou Qingyong did not answer, and he looked around and waved to Zhang Jidong: "Speak quietly, don't be heard by my parents."

Zhang Jidong walked over.

"Do you go play with me?" Zhou Qingyong whispered.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Jidong asked.

"I go to set up a stall on the road. I don't give me a penny of pocket money at home. I have to make it myself." Zhou Qingyong said.

"Can these dishes be sold?" Zhang Jidong asked.

"Of course it can be sold. Uncle Baocheng's pickles can be sold. How can I not sell this fresh vegetable? I can sell it for one dollar per pound in the town, and I can sell it for 50 cents." Zhou Qingyong said.

"Sell all 50 cents? Are you stupid? Only these vegetables in the town are sold for 50 cents, and peppers cost four or five cents per pound." Zhang Jidong said.

"Of course not! I'm not stupid. I sell three yuan for chili peppers. I asked the price on the street. Do you think I'm not prepared at all?" Zhou Qingyong said.

Zhang Jidong felt that Zhou Qingyong was quite smart. When no one in the village did this, he could think of this. The vegetables grown by the villagers were basically eaten by themselves. They were almost rarely used in pesticides. They were all natural green products, and were naturally much better than the vegetables sold in the city. If people who came here to travel saw the vegetables placed on the road, they might be really interested.

The vegetables that Zhou Qingyong carried were the best quality that he picked out from his own vegetable fields. This kind of freshness and tenderness cannot be watered by the small vegetable vendors in the city.

"Where to set up a stall?" Zhang Jidong asked.

Zhou Qingyong carried the load and walked forward: "If you put it in the fir forest and sell it, it would be the best, but it was too far there. It was not worth walking such a long way for a few dozen dollars."

"Why do you want to drive my carriage?" Zhang Jidong said.

"That's not possible. Your carriage is so beautiful. I can't afford to pay if it breaks. I'm only a few dozen yuan in business." Zhou Qingyong shook his head quickly.

"Wait a minute. I'll get an ordinary carriage." Zhang Jidong said.

Zhang Jidong also made another simple carriage, which looked like a four-wheeled carriage. However, the four wheels were all wooden wheels like the luxurious carriage of Zhang Jidong, and were also engraved with mysterious patterns.

"How about sitting here?" Zhang Jidong asked.

"This is OK. You have nothing to do today. It will take a long time to go to Firshuling."

"Well, I just happened to go to the Chunshulin to see how Uncle Baocheng's store business is."

Zhou Qingyong placed the burden directly on the carriage, fixed it with a rope, and then squeezed it with Zhang Jidong in the driving position of the carriage: "If I had known you had driven the car over, I would have made more dishes to sell it. Uncle Baocheng was really dizzy and ran to Tongshuling to open a local specialty store. Everyone came from Luoxi County. Where were there anyone willing to buy his local specialty products? I think he would lose money this time."

"You know nothing!" Zhang Jidong gave Zhou Qingyong a blank look, and didn't ask who asked Uncle Baocheng to open a store. He was so stupid.

Zhou Qingyong was stunned: "If his shop doesn't even come to the door, can he still make money?"

"The tourists from other places have not arrived yet. How can you know that Uncle Baocheng's business cannot be done? Let me tell you that those who have not been snatching the storefront now will definitely regret it in the future." Zhang Jidong said.

"My family is a pig slaughter. Why are you going to grab the storefront?" Zhou Qingyong grabbed his head, afraid that Zhang Jidong would scold him if he said the wrong thing.

"You are so stupid, you can only kill pigs for the rest of your life. Forget about killing pigs for the rest of your life." Zhang Jidong said.

"What else can you do besides killing pigs?" Zhou Qingyong actually doesn't want to kill pigs. Although killing pigs can make money, he always smells of pig shit on his body every day. In the future, he will not be able to get a beautiful woman.

"If you can do other things, you can't? Opening a restaurant, a hotel, or a local specialty store. No matter how bad it is, carrying bags for others in the forest park is better than killing pigs, right?" Zhang Jidong said.

"But Uncle Baocheng snatched the local specialty store first. Should I run to open a pork store? I don't know how to cook." Zhou Qingyong said in embarrassment.

"Opening a snack bar. Snacks in tourist areas are the most profitable. Taking a good position, selling mineral water can make money." Zhang Jidong said.

"But I don't know how to make snacks." Zhou Qingyong said.

"I don't know how to learn it yet? The forest park will be open for a long time. You won't take advantage of this time to learn? Learn a few things first, and then slowly learn new things. When the forest park opens, you will learn almost the same." Zhang Jidong said.

"Huh?" Zhou Qingyong's eyes lit up.

"I don't want to kill pigs all my life. If you turn around, hurry up and ask your father to build a good store for you. After this village, there will be no store. In the future, you can't get a wife, just cry." Zhang Jidong said.
Chapter completed!