Chapter 15: What's Good to Sell?

  All of these were participants in that action. From then on, Wen Fei understood a truth: all this was brought about by having too much money!

  Zhang Yu smiled and didn't argue with Wen Fei, but said: "If you want to make good wine, go ask Xiao Yu. Her family is a genuine winery, those wines may not be as famous as Maotai Wuliangye, but getting some of the original brew would be much better than any Maotai!"

  Her face was red and puffy, looking like she had drunk too much. But it was just an illusion, more than half of the bottle of Wuliangye had gone into her stomach, and after taking the first sip, her face turned red, and after drinking five or six liangs, her face was still red. Wen Fei estimated that even if she drank another half jin or one jin, it would probably still be like this.

  "Don't mention it, I've got it covered. Whenever you need it, just say so, or give me a call. You can even give that fat idiot a call!" Little Yu, who had initially seemed quite reserved, was now letting loose and shouting loudly.

  After sending away the couple, it was already two or three o'clock in the night, but Wen Fei felt bored and didn't want to sleep. Suddenly thinking, he hadn't gone next door for a long time, last time he scared them so badly. He even cheated on their precious jade pendant, which made him feel a bit embarrassed.

  Soon Wen Fei's soul returned, and he felt a little regret. The room was empty, the beautiful little three had moved away, leaving only an empty house.

  He lay in bed, thinking wildly: what should I bring next time I go to Northern Song? Those bucket and basin things are good sellers, but can't be made anymore. He himself was also getting bolder, daring to snatch the business of the Fourth Ancestor of Southern Sect, indeed ignorance is fearless!

  Don't sell those plastic buckets anymore, are you really going to switch to selling plastic bags? They don't seem very useful.

  It would have been better if I had studied marketing from the beginning, but what I actually learned was of no use to me at all. Because during my four years in college, I hardly ever went to class...

  Xiao Yu's family runs a winery, but it's not as good as mine. However, after going to Northern Song several times, Wen Fei has realized that at that time, wine and tea were like tobacco now, which was a state monopoly. If you want to go private sales, if you get caught...

  Here is the translation:

  Got it, this time I'll go sell cloth. No, when I was in middle school, we learned that Huang Daopo from the Yuan Dynasty went to Hainan to learn the art of weaving, looks like during the Northern Song Dynasty there wasn't much cloth to wear!

  Nonsense, if they didn't wear cloth, would all men and women run around naked? Wen Fei doubted the records in history books for the first time. After recalling for half a day, he suddenly remembered that the clothes worn by those common people in Northern Song Dynasty seemed to be very coarse, similar to burlap... Were they all wearing hemp cloth?

  It seems to be true, Wen Fei remembered. It seems that the clothes those common people wear are indeed made of hemp cloth. Looking at the fabric, it's rough and poor quality, I think it wouldn't be very comfortable to wear. If I were to get some fabrics to sell, I wonder if there would be any profit?

  He went online to check and was completely confused. No one clearly stated how long a bolt of cloth is. The most common answer was that a bolt of cloth has 33 meters, which made Wen Fei want to spit in the face of the person who said it.

  In ancient times, a piece of cloth was enough to make one set of clothes. Every time I saw someone wearing clothes that were over 30 meters long, unless it was a wedding dress that trailed on the ground for dozens of meters.

  These things online are too unreliable, Wen Fei thought anxiously. It seems that selling fabric is not easy after all. There are so many types of fabrics, it's really like being in a different industry altogether! Wen Fei sighed with emotion.

  Racking my brains, I couldn't think of what could be sold in that broken market. That place is so poor, except for necessities, there's really nothing good to sell. Finally found a way, but afraid of ruining Chen Mudan's rice bowl, alas, this business is really hard to do!

  And I couldn't possibly bring back a large pile of copper coins every time, could I? Although some of these copper coins are lucky and worth a lot of money, making me rich. But most of the copper coins are worthless, now there are only a few thousand, it's nothing, but if there are too many in the future, will it impact the current ancient coin market? For example, if my business gets bigger, I'll bring back tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of them.

  I looked at that poor place, all they had were vegetable vendors, fruit vendors, and meat vendors. Everything was just farm products, nothing else. Am I, a graduate of a third-rate university, supposed to change careers and become a vegetable peddler? Even if I'm willing, how much can my two hands carry? It seems making a fortune in ancient times isn't an easy thing either!

  For a moment, Wen Fei let out a deep sigh! It's best to find something that is light in weight and easy to carry. I heard that the price of ancient books and paper was extremely high, but at that time, in rural markets, it seemed that they couldn't be sold anyway. It seems that there's no other way, I'll just secretly sell some wine instead.

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  A few days later, the Northern Song Dynasty horse market gathered. A Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe had already set up a stall early on, spreading out a plastic sheet and displaying all sorts of small items.

  Ge Erlang dragged a pair of shoes and squatted in front of Wen Fei's small stall, looking at the needles and threads laid out by Wen Fei with great curiosity: "Wow, fake Taoist priest, you really have your own stuff! How did you change goods again? Not selling buckets anymore!"

  Wen Fei laughed and said: "How dare you snatch your business? By the way, how is your master doing? I'll invite you to drink when I'm free."

  Kato Dairiki said with a swagger: "Thanks, but no need to be so polite. You're either a swindler or a thief!" He waved his hand and left on his own.

  Wen flew into a rage, but didn't dare scold. He looked up and suddenly found that there was one less package of needles on his stall...

  As the sun rose higher, more and more people came. Many people began to take an interest in Wen Fei's small stall. In rural areas, there were many things that needed mending, and at this time, etiquette had not yet flourished, especially in the countryside. There were many women who came to buy things, almost all of whom were over 40 years old, with each face looking aged and rough-skinned. Wen Fei didn't have much interest in looking at them either.

  However, those women all love to crowd in front of Wen Fei's stall, those needles and threads are not worth much money. But the quantity is large, almost every household needs them. A few roots here, a few roots there, soon ten or more packages of needles, threads, thimbles, scissors and other miscellaneous small things were sold out.

  When the crowd at the market dispersed, Wen Fei's goods had already been sold out, and he was overjoyed. Although these things didn't look like much, the profit was indeed not small.

  At that time, the iron smelting technology was very backward, and the steel output was extremely small, not to mention making these needles and other small objects. They were all made of iron, with varying thicknesses, and would rust after a short period of use. How could they compare with modern craft needles?