"You try again."

As if he didn't quite believe what he saw just now, Tang Shu asked Shao Xianjun to do it again. Shao Xianjun nodded. He also felt that what he just said couldn't explain the problem.

Raising the sickle high, Shao Xianjun raised the knife and dropped it. What made the two of them instantly fall into a state of sluggishness was that this time it was not a click of wood breaking, but a clang of metal hitting each other.

"Why is there an iron nail driven into the leg of this table?" Shao Xianjun's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. With his left hand, he held the broken bench leg in front of his eyes and observed it carefully, and finally found clues in it.

It turns out that someone had repaired this small bench before it was eliminated, and a nail was driven into the loose leg of the bench.

Seeing that the cross-section of the iron nail on the bench leg that had been cut off by a knife was still smooth, and then seeing that the sickle in Shao Xianjun's hand was safe and sound, not to mention that the blade was broken, there was not even a slight scar. The two fell into a long-term relationship again.

silence.

"Damn it, it's like cutting iron like mud and blowing the hair off."

Shao Xianjun swallowed unconsciously: "When we use this kind of steel to make a sickle, aren't we overdoing it?"

"Yes." Tang Shu nodded solemnly, and then made a suggestion, "Then let's make some shovels tomorrow."

For a week, Tang Shu and Shao Xianjun used the waste materials in the factory to build various farm tools. On the weekend, they had made a lot of things without knowing it. On Sunday morning, Shao Xianjun borrowed some from a nearby farm.

A tricycle dragged a large pile of farm tools to the market in Jiangcheng County.

After finding a shady place to set up his stall, Tang Shu paid a yuan management fee to the market manager and then lay directly in the carriage of the tricycle. He put a straw hat on his head to block the sun, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Sleep.

While cursing, Shao Xianjun greeted the passers-by who were looking around in the market, especially the middle-aged people who were plainly dressed, with two large patches sewn on their knees, and looked a bit vicissitudes of life. Most of these were farmers who went to the city to purchase goods.

When doing business for the first time, Shao Xianjun really couldn't save his face and yelled at him. Fortunately, Tang Shu was prepared and asked the factory's accountant who was used to writing big-character posters to write an advertising slogan: Sincerity creates high-quality products, and cutting is invincible.

Since the country opened literacy classes, the educational level of residents across the country has been greatly improved. Even if older people cannot read or write, they can still read and read newspapers. As soon as this advertising slogan was printed, it immediately attracted people's attention.

It caught the eyes of many passers-by.

After all, these days, they are the only vendors who know how to use this method to attract people.

"Oh, you young man, you have a strong voice and you are the best in cutting. I would like to ask how sharp your farm tools are."

Chinese people all like to watch the excitement. The first person to speak out can gather many onlookers. Seeing that his stall was quickly surrounded by crowds, Shao Xianjun's eyes suddenly lit up. These are his food and clothing.

Parents.

After brushing off his previous shyness, Shao Xianjun casually picked up a sickle and waved it in his hand: "Uncle, I'm not bragging to you. This sickle in our hand is not just about cutting iron like mud, but it will definitely cut off a few wires."

No problem."

"Can a sickle cut wire? Do you think you are selling a vise?"

Someone in the crowd let out a disdainful laugh, and then someone else echoed: "This bragging can be bragging to the sky."

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Shao Xianjun was not angry. He turned around and grabbed a few wires from the carriage and waved them in front of the crowd: "Everyone, please watch out."

Then he placed the wires on the frame, and with a flick of the sickle's blade, all four wires were cut at the waist.

In the midst of the uproar, Shao Xianjun raised the remaining wire in his hand, with a proud expression on his face: "Did you see, did I brag?"

"What's the point? The sickle is yours and the wire is yours. Isn't it easy for you to do something about it?"

Faced with this last question, Shao Xianjun did not show any panic, but handed the sickle to the middle-aged man who spoke: "Try it yourself." Looking at the crowd around him again, "Who can bring some wire?"

Sure enough, there were those who were watching the excitement and didn't mind the trouble. I didn't know where they got some wires, which were thicker than what Shao Xianjun had.

"Don't say we are taking advantage of you. If two of the three wires here are broken, I will take over all the sickles on your stall."

"Okay, you have to keep your word." Shao Xianjun crossed his arms and looked at the middle-aged man with some interest.

The same action, the same result, under the middle-aged man's swipe, three wires were broken at the same time. This time, no one raised any questions.

"Young man, are all your farm tools made of the same kind of steel?"

Someone asked in the silence. Seeing the stall owner nodding his head without hesitation, everyone started to get excited. Such sharp farm tools are definitely an excellent help in farm work.

"How much does a shovel cost? Give me two."

"I want a hoe, no, two."

"I want those two sickles."

Hearing someone shouting that he wanted to buy a sickle, the middle-aged man who was trying the knife was very unhappy: "Hey, you are not kind, young man. Didn't you just say that? As long as the wire breaks, I will cover the sickle."

"That's what you're talking about. We don't agree. Whoever gives you money first will own the thing."

The customers in front of the stall gradually began to compete for each other. While maintaining order, Shao Xianjun shouted loudly: "Don't worry, we are all here, line up." At the same time, he did not forget to kick Tang Shu, who was still sleeping in the car, "You

Why are you still sleeping? Get up quickly and help."

The advertising effect of the on-site knife test was immediate. In just over an hour, the two men had already sold out all the farm tools they brought.

The quality of their products is unparalleled, but the price is exactly the same as that of the agricultural machinery cooperative. With these two prerequisites in front of you, it will be hell no matter how bad the business is.

After cleaning up the stalls, the two of them left the market and went to the snack bar outside. Shao Xianjun shouted to the waiter: "Two bowls of green pepper shredded pork noodles."

As soon as he found a seat and sat down, a middle-aged man with gray hair wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit and a pair of bottle-bottom glasses came over. He was holding a shovel in his hand. Shao Xianjun only took one look and said

They identified these as the farm tools they sold.

It seems that the old man came to them to order farm tools. Shao Xianjun and Tang Shu looked at each other, and then glanced at the man at the same time: "Comrade, do you have anything to do with us?"

The man smiled lightly and nodded: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask, where did this thing come from?"

"We are from Jiangcheng Agricultural Tools Factory, and these are the products of our factory." Tang Shu was not stupid, so it was impossible to say that this was their own private work to take advantage of the factory.
Chapter completed!