Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

"The tomatoes and pumpkins that Wan Ping'an sells are even more satisfying to eat than meat!"

"You all live in the same courtyard, didn't you buy a watermelon to try?"

Matchmaker Zhang looked at Jia Zhangshi with curiosity.

She saw the watermelon rind on the ground. It had been gnawed on so badly that only the outermost layer remained, which was only slightly thicker than a piece of paper!

"Mrs. Jia, this watermelon smells so good, shall we go buy one and try it?"

Matchmaker Zhang swallowed hard, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Of course, she didn't know that Wan Ping'an had publicly announced that he would not sell his tomatoes, pumpkins, and watermelons to the animals in the yard.

Even if the Jia family wanted to buy it, they couldn't afford it even at a high price!

Chapter 58 The Matchmaker Arrives, and Madam Jia is Up to Something Again

"What are you going to buy?"

“He’s a heartless and unscrupulous businessman; we can’t buy his stuff.”

"At the market, you can buy the best watermelons, the biggest ones, for just two or three cents."

"But guess how he sold them?"

"At one cent per pound, you'd have to spend at least one or two dollars to buy a watermelon. If you buy his watermelons, aren't you just being ripped off?"

Jia Zhangshi refused on the spot.

Of course, she wouldn't tell Zhang the matchmaker that it wasn't just a matter of the price, but also that Wan Ping'an was unavailable and wouldn't sell to her.

"Isn't it reasonable for good things to be a little more expensive?"

"I remember Wan Ping'an's tomatoes were only 50 cents each and pumpkins were only 1 yuan each, but no one who bought them said they weren't worth it."

Matchmaker Zhang smiled.

She still wanted to eat watermelon.

"What should be?"

"He's just making money through dishonest means!"

"Listen to me, let's not eat his watermelon. Next time you come, I'll prepare a big, sweet watermelon for you, so he won't make money off us."

Jia Zhangshi coaxed and deceived.

Matchmaker Zhang had no choice but to give up her idea of ​​eating watermelon.

I was very dissatisfied.

She realized that Jia Zhangshi was just stingy and wouldn't buy her a watermelon that cost a penny a pound.

"You old hag, you want me to introduce your son to a decent woman, but you're unwilling to spend any money. Do you really think I'm a good person?"

"If the money isn't right, I won't be in a good mood. I'll find you a lousy, low-quality woman."

Matchmaker Zhang was very unhappy.

same moment.

Wan Ping'an left with the money in his pocket.

Renovating a house is not something that can be done in a day or two.

He plans to buy some furniture first, and then renovate the house after he's done with this busy period.

Wan Ping'an returned in less than half an hour.

Two carts followed behind him, pulling a large bed and some other new furniture.

The wooden bed he used to sleep on was not only narrow and small, but also missing three legs. It was propped up with bricks, and he had to be very careful when sleeping.

Get a bigger bed.

"037" bought a new pair of quilts.

night.

Now I can sleep comfortably and peacefully.

"Ping An, you bought so much furniture?"

Yan Fugui came home from get off work and switched shifts with the third aunt, so he became the one guarding the door.

"Yes, my old bed only has one leg left, I need to get a new one!"

Wan Ping'an nodded.

Seeing Wan Ping'an arrive at the backyard with two cars, Yan Fugui shook his head and sighed.

"You child, how can you not know how to be frugal?"

"So what if there's only one bed leg left?"

"Even if there isn't a single bed leg, you can use bricks to prop it up, or stones if you don't have bricks. You can still sleep there, and it won't make you fall to the ground."

At the Yan family home, even if he only had one leg left, or even if he only had a few bed boards left, he could piece them together and would never go to buy a new bed.

"Uh, I think I said something wrong."

Yan Fugui blushed, thinking of Wan Ping'an's income.

Tomatoes cost 50 cents each, pumpkins cost one dollar each, and watermelons cost 10 cents per pound.

These are all agricultural products with exorbitant profit margins!

He guessed that Wan Ping'an had at least several thousand yuan in savings, so what was wrong with improving his life?

They're not being wasteful.

They make money much faster than they spend it. No matter how much they squander money, their pockets will only get fuller and fuller!

Everyone in the courtyard looked at Wan Ping'an with envy.

They came to a conclusion:

From now on, the richest person in the Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house) has changed; it's no longer Yi Zhonghai.

It's been changed to Wan Ping'an!

He was definitely the person who lived the best life in the courtyard house.

Wan Ping'an had just arrived in the backyard.

The Jia family's door opened.

Jia Zhangshi saw Zhang the matchmaker off.

Who is that young man?

"That young man must come from a well-off family to have bought two truckloads of new furniture, right?"

Matchmaker Zhang saw Wan Ping'an.

Jia Zhangshi also saw it.

The sight of two truckloads of brand-new furniture brought tears to her eyes.

Jia Dongxu's smile vanished instantly. He was about to go on a blind date, and Jia Zhangshi hadn't mentioned buying any new furniture for the house.

"Don't mention him."

"He is the unscrupulous businessman Wan Ping'an. He must have bought the new furniture with the ill-gotten gains he made."

“A heartless businessman like him should be arrested and shot.”

Jia Zhangshi looked very unwell.

Matchmaker Zhang smiled.

She could tell that there must be a conflict between the Jia family and Wan Ping'an.

Leave the Jia family.

Matchmaker Zhang did not return home.

She wanted to know about Wan Ping'an's situation.

"Young, handsome, and rich, she's definitely a hot commodity in the marriage market. I need a trump card like that!"

Matchmaker Zhang had her own ideas.

"Uncle, is it your turn to guard the gate now?"

Matchmaker Zhang came to Yan Fugui.

As a well-known matchmaker, she often went from street to street, and she knew people in almost every courtyard and alley in the vicinity.

"Matchmaker Zhang, has the matter with the Jia family been settled?"

Yan Fugui asked with a smile.

"Not yet, I'm still looking for one for him."

"Uncle, I want to ask you something. Do you know Wan Ping'an from your backyard?"

Matchmaker Zhang planned to find out more indirectly.