People sell melons, and he buys melons. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It's not good to sell it cheaply, you have to let people give watermelons for nothing, and then let him embezzle a cart of watermelons openly and justifiably, I didn't expect that there are such shameless people in the world.

Or is it a person who is familiar with the books of the sages, is it a human being?

The people on the second floor opposite can't despise Zhu Ping'an outside the window anymore, dignified Yuanlang, dare to eat so unproductively, even watermelon is cheating! How much do you lack this bite?

"Well, it's for free."

Zhu Ping'an looked at the old man who sold melons and nodded, and repeated it again.

The old man who sold watermelons was pale, his body shook for a moment, and he seemed to be unstable, and he didn't catch his breath for a long time, "Big ...... Adult, you're joking with little Lao'er, right? ”

"No kidding." Zhu Ping'an shook his head, and then comforted the old man, "Don't worry about the old man, I won't let you lose." ”

Won't let me lose?!

Ahem, when I heard the words, the old man who sold melons was like falling into the abyss, and he felt that the people's hearts were sinister, and a cart of watermelons was given away in vain, how could he not lose money.

There was a burst of boos on the second floor of the private room of the restaurant opposite, I thought that someone outside the window was cheeky enough, but I didn't expect him to be even more cheeky, it was really a three-year-old child to coax the old man! Let the family give it away in vain, and say that it will not let the family lose, it is really shameless! To be a man, you can't be too peaceful!

Seeing that the old man looked like he had met a dog officer, Zhu Ping'an touched his nose, shook his head and smiled, and then picked a relatively large watermelon from the car, picked it up and handed it to the old man.

Dry ha, the old man took the watermelon with a blank face.

"Uncle, you have a lot of life experience, how heavy do you feel when you handle it with your hands?" Zhu Ping'an asked.

Since ancient times, the people have not fought with officials.

The old man didn't want to, but who made the family an official, what can he do as a small person, so he still checked it with his hand, felt it, and then said, "Ten pounds." ”

"Exactly, to two." Zhu Ping'an shook his head.

"Twelve pounds." The old man felt it again and estimated the weight at a precise point.

"Uncle, you weigh it with a scale again." Zhu Ping'an nodded, and asked the old man to weigh the watermelon seller.

"Twelve pounds and six taels."

The old man put the watermelon into the bag, then skillfully picked up the rod scale, hooked the iron hook hanging under the scale through the mouth of the bag, picked up the rope on the rod scale with his hand, lifted it, adjusted the scale to the balance of the rod scale, and then said the accurate weight.

Zhu Ping'an nodded with satisfaction, then picked out a watermelon, and asked the old man to check it with his hand again, and estimated the weight accurately.

"Ten and a half pounds." The old man estimated.

Zhu Ping'an asked the old man to weigh the weight with a rod scale, and the result was ten catties and nine taels, although the number estimated by the old man was relatively close, but there were still four taels, close to half a catty error.

Then, Zhu Ping'an picked a smaller watermelon, and asked the old man to weigh it by hand again, and then weighed it with a rod scale.

This made the old man repeat it six times.

"What is he doing? It's like being evil. ”

In the private room on the second floor of the restaurant opposite, a little maid looked out the window and asked very puzzled.

"Obviously, he picks watermelons, and you see that the watermelons he picks are either big or sweet. He picked up all the good watermelons......" The girl next to her replied with an oath.

Then, several girls nearby nodded vigorously, feeling that the analysis made sense.

After repeating it six times, Zhu Ping'an walked up to the old man who sold melons, and whispered something to the old man, his voice was relatively small, and he gestured with his hand while speaking, as if he was analyzing with the old man.

......The restaurant on the second floor opposite couldn't hear what Zhu Ping'an said to the old man, so he couldn't help but pout, and despised it again.

But the strange thing is that with Zhu Ping'an's words, the old man's face slowly changed from black to natural, and then to ruddy, as if he was a little excited.

"Will it work?" The old man is still a little unconfident.

"Didn't you try it just now, you should know better than me if it can work." Zhu Ping'an hooked the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes flashed with confidence, like a torch in the night, "Do you want to try again?" ”

"Don't try again, I believe in the adult, just do what the adult says." The old man seemed to be infected by Zhu Ping'an's self-confidence, and shook his head vigorously, saying that he didn't need to try again.

Old man, you've been fooled!

In addition to the words that Zhu Ping'an said to the old man just now, I didn't hear the next conversations, and I vaguely heard them on the second floor opposite, and saw that the old man who sold melons seemed to have been deceived by Zhu Ping'an, and then all the surprised little mouths opened into circles, and he was nervous for the old man who sold melons.

Hate iron doesn't make steel.

Next, they saw that the old man who sold melons was "deceived" by Zhu Ping'an, if it wasn't for the master's refusal, they couldn't wait to poke Zhu Ping'an's true face loudly.

"Then the old man went to buy paper."

The little maids watched the old man selling melons go to a nearby pen, ink, paper, inkstone shop and buy a rough white paper.

"I also borrowed pen and ink from other people's stores." Another little maid added.

"The liar has picked up the pen and is about to write?" After the little maids saw that the melon seller bought a piece of paper and borrowed pen and ink, they saw Zhu Ping'an, the liar in their mouth, taking the pen and ink and writing on the blank paper just now.

"I didn't expect that person to be good, but the handwriting is good."

"What's good, how can our young lady write it well."

For a while, several heads in the window on the second floor looked out the window, looking curiously at the scene outside the window.

Soon, Zhu Ping'an wrote, pasted the written white paper on a wooden board, and then put it up in front of the watermelon cart.

The top line of the white paper is capitalized, and it reads: free watermelon; The second line is written in a slightly smaller word: guess the weight of the watermelon, within two taels of error, take the watermelon for free, and no penny will be charged; Outside the error of two taels, I bought watermelon for six wen per catty. The last line is the modern standard slogan: Walk by, don't miss it.

After it was erected, Zhu Ping'an asked the old man to shout loudly next to him, also for those who were illiterate, "Walk by, don't miss it, give watermelons for free." ”

What, watermelon for free?

It's really a free watermelon.

Curious people nearby stopped when they heard this, stopped again, and found that what they heard was still giving watermelons for free, so they gathered around.

For a time, the inner three floors and the outer three floors were all full of people. When the old man saw that so many people from the watermelon stall had come at once, he shouted more vigorously in excitement, so more people came and squeezed in. (To be continued.) )