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    Shen Guanggang picked it alone for a while, and felt that it was not very efficient, so he ran to the village and found a few friends who usually play better: "Who wants to pick pickles with me?"

    "Why are you picking that thing? It's sour and not delicious." It's true that country children are greedy for food, but the more they eat the sour food, the more hungry they become. If they're not too greedy,  Who likes to eat this!

    "I didn't let you eat it." Shen Ganggang said mysteriously, "Someone wants to take this, one cent or two pounds. If anyone wants to make this money, just come with me. Such a good opportunity, if it weren't for you, I would  I won¡¯t tell you, quietly, don¡¯t let others know.¡±

    At such a young age, this boy has actually mastered the essence of speculation without any teacher. It seems that he also has the potential to be a profiteer in the future!

    ¡°It¡¯s real or fake, there are tamarinds all over the mountain, who is so stupid and still spends money to buy them?¡± The friends didn¡¯t believe it.

    Shen Ganggang said disdainfully: "Tch, forget it if you don't believe it. Whoever believes in it will follow me. Don't envy us for having money to buy sweets."

    There were two little boys who had a relatively good relationship with Shen Guanggang and stood firmly on his side. The others were a little hesitant at first, but they were afraid that they would suffer a loss. After thinking about it, they said: "I believe it, I'm afraid of you."  No, let¡¯s go, let¡¯s go!¡±

    No matter whether you can really make money or not, just go for it.

    A group of children divided labor and cooperated, and the efficiency was indeed much higher. After a while, the pickled tamarinds piled up into a small mountain.

    Shen Ganggang is a sneaky person. He didn't let other friends go to see Xie Huaxiang directly, fearing that they would bypass him and go directly to her. This would not only expose his falsely reported price, but also cut off his future financial opportunities.

    So he told his friends that the person who collected the tamarinds did not want others to know, so he only found him. Now he has to deliver the tamarinds by himself, otherwise if the person gets angry, he will never come back again.  If you don't find him, everyone will have nowhere to make money.

    "My friends all think what he said makes sense.

    Shen Ganggang carried a large basket of pickles on his back to find Xie Huaxiang.

    Xie Huaxiang was a little surprised: "You picked so many so quickly?"

    Shen Guanggang knew he couldn't hide it, so he told her directly: "I asked a few friends to help pick it together, but I didn't tell them that you wanted it."

    Xie Huaxiang touched his head and said, "Well done." He found a homemade simple scale and weighed the basket of tamarinds, which weighed about six kilograms. He then counted seven cents to him and said, "Thank you for your hard work.  Keep up the good work!¡±

    With the real money in his hands, Shen Ganggong's hands were shaking slightly. He had made money, he could really make money too!

    Turning around and about to leave, I suddenly heard Xie Huaxiang shout again: "Wait a minute!"

    He was so frightened that his hands shook and he couldn't help but hide the money behind his back: "What for?" Could it be that he wanted to get the money back?

    Xie Huaxiang smiled: "I suddenly remembered that it would be troublesome for me to peel the pickles myself. How about you peel them off next time and bring them to me. I'll give you two cents per pound, okay?"

    Peeling off tamarind is a technical job. Not only do you have to peel off the outer layer of hard shell, but you also have to tear off some useless meridians, which is much more troublesome than just extracting it.

    Shen Ganggang happily agreed. There was another way to make money. It would be strange for him to be unhappy. If it¡¯s troublesome, it¡¯s troublesome. Anyway, for children like them, the most valuable thing is time.

    Returning to the place where the friends were picking tamarinds, Shen Guanggang held three cents high in his hand and announced loudly: "The basket of tamarinds I sent just now weighs six kilograms. I exchanged it for three cents. I will give you the money first."  Keep it, we¡¯ll share it together when they¡¯re all sold out!¡±

    The friends all rushed over, took turns grabbing the three cents and looked at them carefully, shouting excitedly: "It's really money, you can buy fruit candies with it!"

    A group of ignorant little boys knew for the first time that their labor could be used to exchange money. They were so happy that they almost went crazy. They hurriedly grabbed pickles from the ground and stuffed them into the baskets in the barn: "Hurry up, hurry up!  Go deliver it." I'm afraid that if I arrive a little late, they won't accept it.

    Shen Guanggang said: "Wait a minute, they said they only accept peeled pickles, and they cost one cent a pound. Let's peel them and send them over!"

    The little boys divided the work automatically and consciously. Those who were agile and could climb trees very quickly took the initiative to climb up the tree to pick pickles. After picking them and throwing them on the ground, someone picked them up under the tree, carried them in their clothes, and gave them away.  Go to the pile.

    There were two others who were weak and whose hands and feet were not that flexible, so they sat on the ground and peeled the tamarind shells.

    The peeled pickles are thrown directly into the barn?Move that claw away so it doesn't damage our counter.  "

    The little boys discussed for a long time, and finally decided to give each of them fruit candies worth one cent each. The remaining money was divided into maltose and bulk biscuits. They divided the bits equally between each person, and then ran out holding their pockets.

    I definitely couldn't go back home. I was afraid of sharing it with my younger siblings, so I ran to the river and ate them all. I also jumped into the water and played for a long time. I was lucky enough to catch a lot of small fish as thick as two fingers.  , dug a pit in the sand by the river to store water for raising.

    "Let's grill the fish and eat it!" a child suggested.

    "It's just a little bit, what's the point of eating it if it's roasted? Why don't you go home and get a pot and cook a big pot of fish soup, it will be delicious when you drink it!"

    At this time, a little boy with more ideas stood up and said: "Why don't we go to the barn and ask the person who collects the pickles with us if he can collect the fish? There are so many small fish, take them back and stew them, it will be enough for a meal."  It¡¯s time to pause.¡±

    "Yes, yes!" The other children agreed. They were addicted to selling tamarind to earn money today. The sweet taste of fruit candy is still on the tip of their tongues!

    "Okay, I'll go ask!" Shen Ganggang thought about it and thought it was feasible. Xie Huaxiang has always shown great interest in any ingredient. Speaking of which, she has cooked so many delicious dishes, but she has never cooked fish. This fish she  Not sure I really want it.

    He bent down and pulled out a small fish from a small puddle, spread his legs and started running.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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