novellhall Chapter 379 Almost starved to death
Chapter 379 Almost starved to death
Chapter 379 Almost starved to death
"Little brother, are you too picky?
Just use these jade materials on the ground to fool us?I want to pick from these jade materials on the shelf! " Luo Jiani said pretending to be dissatisfied.
In fact, it was to ease the fright that had just been received.
Luo Nianzu and Luo Jiani, who were born in the Tuzitang of Jiangmen, although they have no sons to inherit their father's business, they are engaged in jade carving.
However, following my mother, I have heard and seen a lot, and I know a lot about jade.
Gold has a price, but jade is priceless.
So much jade material is definitely an astronomical figure.
"Senior Sister, the ones on the shelf and on the ground are actually the same!
These are just that I haven't had time to sort them out.
Choose from the jade materials on the ground, you can enjoy the fun of Taobao.
Of course, if you want to save trouble, you can choose directly from the shelf. "Zhang Junping laughed.
The goods on the shelves and on the ground were the same batch, but Zhang Junping didn't have time to sort them out.
The batch of jade materials sent by Zhang Hua gave Zhang Junping quite a surprise.
When they were delivered in the first place, the price was calculated according to the second-grade jade material, and it was guaranteed that all of them were above the second-grade jade.
Zhang Hua's credit is good, and indeed they are all above the second level.
Surprisingly, there are many first-grade Hetian jade materials hidden here, and even Hetian mutton jade.
The proportion is not small.
Zhang Junping only selected a small pile, picking out several pieces of Hetian sheep fat jade, more than 20 pieces of first-grade Hetian jade.
Therefore, Zhang Junping said that choosing from the ground has the joy of Taobao.
He has already enjoyed this happiness.
"Okay! Then I won't be polite to you, a rich man!" Luo Jiani laughed.
Of course, this is just a joke. Everyone is a master of money. When choosing jade, they all go for the color they like, not the quality of jade.
After a while, several people selected the jade material, and even Luo Nianzu knew that Zhang Junping was not short of money, so he couldn't help but choose a piece of jade material he liked.
"Have you picked out all the jewelry? Did you design the jewelry yourself, or did I draw the picture and you choose?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile after watching the selection.
If it were someone else, they might choose to let Zhang Junping produce the picture, but Luo Nianzu and others have a long history of family education. Although they are not engaged in the art industry, their painting skills belong to the boy's skill.
Designing jewelry for yourself is such a meaningful event that you can't miss it.
Everyone chose their own designs.
Even the two sister-in-laws chose to let their husbands design them.
Women are the ones who please themselves. Isn't it for men to see women wearing jewelry?
Wearing jewelry designed by your own man has a special meaning.
Then Zhang Junping took everyone to visit his collection of furniture.
"Little brother, you really belong to Paixiu. You also collect this broken furniture? You still collect so much?" Luo Jiani couldn't help asking.
"My main business is still art, and wood art is one of my main items.
In addition to my own research on these ancient furniture, I also plan to build an ancient furniture museum.
Let the world see the wisdom and skills of our ancestors. Zhang Junping could only shake his head speechlessly when he told Luo Jiani that he was Pixiu.
Because what Luo Jiani said seems to be correct, she is really a bit like Pixiu.
Seeing good things is like collecting them, without restraint at all, and as your money increases, you can be sure that these things are in your hands, and there is absolutely no possibility of slipping them out.
Thinking about it this way, isn’t it Pixiu?
In the evening, instead of eating at home, everyone picked up the old lady and went to Donglaishun to have a hot pot meal.
Foreign countries have Chinatowns, Chinese restaurants, and hot pots, but they are not as authentic as domestic ones.
Originally planned to climb the Great Wall the next day, but the plan could not keep up with the changes.
It snowed heavily that night.
When I woke up the next morning, the world had turned into a vast expanse of white.
The snow on the ground is half a meter thick.
This made Zhang Junping suffer.
Other people, even if it is snowing and unable to go out, at most they just stay at home, burn the heating kang, and cats.
But Zhang Junping can't do it. He just moved here in Shichahai, and he doesn't have a grain of rice at home.
Cats at home, can only be hungry.
However, Zhang Junping also suffers from hypoglycemia, as long as he wakes up, he will be hungry.
And it's the kind that's hungry and panicked.
I am worried that I will go hungry again, and I don't know if I can still cross.
For his own sake, Zhang Junping had no choice but to wade through knee-high snow and go out to find food.
But I found several early shops one after another, but none of them opened the door.
Zhang Junping could only continue to stagger forward in the snow.
Just when Zhang Junping felt that he was about to faint from hunger, he finally found a breakfast shop.
This is a private breakfast shop that sells fried dough sticks.
Although the door is open, the store does not fry fried dough sticks, because how can anyone come out for breakfast in such weather?
The shopkeeper is also in a hurry. If the noodles that were distributed last night cannot be sold today, the noodles will be unusable tomorrow.
Now there are customers coming to the door, but Zhang Junping is the only customer, and there is no way for him to do it alone.
To fry fried dough sticks, you have to burn oil first. For a customer, burn a pot of oil. There is no business like this.
"Master, heat up the oil and start frying! I want all your fried dough sticks!" Knowing the difficulties of the boss, Zhang Junping said boldly for his own sake.
"You want them all?" Apparently the store owner didn't believe Zhang Junping's words.
This is not ten or eight yuan. This pot of noodles, plus oil, costs only five or sixty yuan.
Zhang Junping took out a dozen of money from his pocket, counted out 100 yuan, and patted it on the table, "These are fixed money! More will be refunded and less will be made up later!
It's just fried fritters. I need to trouble the master to work hard and send them to Longshuncheng Furniture Factory. "
When Zhang Junping went out, he ran in the direction of Long Shuncheng Furniture Factory.
I'm just worried that there are no early shops that open.
If you can't find it, stick to the furniture factory, as long as you can always have something to eat.
"Oh! Thank you, sir! You have helped us a lot!
I'm going to start frying the deep-fried dough sticks for Grandpa right now! When the shop owner saw the money, he bowed gratefully to Zhang Junping.
"Master, let's discuss something. Do you think there is any ready-made food? I have hypoglycemia, and I am about to faint from hunger!" Zhang Junping suffered from hypoglycemia, his face was pale, his whole body was swaying, and he was sweating.
"Oh! Wait a minute!" The store owner also saw that something was wrong with Zhang Junping, and quickly helped Zhang Junping to sit down.
Then he greeted his wife and said: "Old woman, hurry up and get some brown sugar, and make brown sugar water for this master."
Drinking a bowl of brown sugar water saved Zhang Junping's life.
Hypoglycemia eased a little.
"My lord, the fritters will have to wait for a while.
You see, I'll give you a bowl of egg noodles first, why don't you put the bar mat first? "
"Thank you, master! Your bowl of brown sugar water saved my life.
Then I would trouble you to bring me a bowl of egg noodles, put in two more eggs, and pay one yuan later. " Zhang Junping thanked him.
(End of this chapter)