Qian Guozhu used to think that his eldest sister Hou Jing could not suffer any loss outside.
But now, he just wants to go back to town, buy a machete and put it under his eldest sister's pillow.
Wang Shumei tried her best to convince Qian Guozhu that she would never suffer a loss and sent him away.
She briefly looked through the things Qian Guozhu brought. Rice noodles and snacks, as well as cream and soap.
As soon as she saw this soap, Wang Shumei thought of Lin Nianhe.
The soap I used at her place that night seemed to be more fragrant than this one...
"Huh? Soap?"
Lin Nianhe blinked his eyes and replied without blushing, "I brought it from home."
After a pause, she looked curious: "Is there any different soap? Show me!"
As she said that, like a curious baby, she took her soap from Wang Shumei's hand and sniffed it vigorously.
When Wang Shumei saw this, she had no doubt that he was there. She really thought that the particularly good-smelling soap was brought from the capital.
That's right, there must be a lot of good things in the capital.
Wen Lan saw Lin Nianhe like this and couldn't understand: "How do you usually live? How come you have only seen a kind of soap? The supply and marketing cooperative in Beijing must be big, right? You must go there often, right?"
Lin Nianhe's eyes were full of innocence: "I won't look specifically at the soaps when I go there. My mother bought them, I don't care."
What could she say?
She really didn't think about the issue of soap when she came. The one in the room was from the space, and the handwriting of Shu Xjia on it was removed by rubbing it with hot water.
Lin Nianhe didn't pay much attention to the issue of soap before, and she didn't use soap to wash her face. It was really not a mistake to buy one specially for decoration.
In life, it’s time to save and spend time.
Facing Wen Lan's disgusted look, Lin Nianhe leaned against the table and tiptoed as if he had smashed a jar.
Wang Shumei smiled and took out two red-headed ropes, gave them one to each of them, and said, "I brought them to you specially because you thanked you for taking care of me."
Wen Lan: "It looks good!"
Lin Nianhe: "Thank you, thank you." Straight male aesthetics attacked her again!
After thanking him and taking away his headband, Lin Nianhe cooperated and tied it up on the spot.
She went back to make lunch, and Wang Shumei followed soon after.
Lin Nianhe squatted by the stove, peeling potatoes, and asked her, "What's wrong?"
Wang Shumei put one dollar and fifty cents on the stove, lowered her voice and said, "I'll give you the extra money."
"Huh?" Lin Nianhe was a little surprised, "Is there so many more?"
The fruit farmers are so honest!
"Well, they were overpriced when they sold it." Wang Shumei didn't say that she added a few extra cents to the change. She squatted down next to Lin Nianhe and asked softly, "Will there be any more next time?"
"If the sales go well for you, then continue." Lin Nianhe replied easily, "I'll be here anytime. Just tell me when your brother will arrive. Just tell me three days in advance and I'll make arrangements."
Wang Shumei looked at her and hesitated: "Do you have other channels?"
Lin Nianhe smiled and rolled his eyes: "Don't say it, don't say it."
She had to give Wang Shumei this illusion. After all, Wang Shumei deliberately led her to think that her source of goods was from abroad.
After all the hard work, it’s impossible to end up with only two thousand catties of apples, right?
With such a big battle, they can't be the only sales, right?
It's not that she's a scumbag, she just has no choice.
Wang Shumei didn't ask any more questions and just said: "Then next time, can you give me a little more?"
Lin Nianhe asked directly: "How much can you eat?"
Wang Shumei thought about what Qian Guozhu said and stretched out a finger towards Lin Nianhe: "Currently, the apples are six thousand catties at a time."
Six thousand catties, three tons.
Including the goods used as cover, this is the maximum amount that Qian Guozhu's truck can carry.
Apples are easy to sell in the provincial capital, and what Qian Guozhu said in the black market over there is that no amount is too much.
Lin Nianhe thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."
She is very melancholy now - she feels that she will not be able to sell all her 20,000 tons of apples in her lifetime.
Wang Shumei added: "We can have more food. It can be doubled or tripled. If the truck can't load it, we can think of ways to make more trips."
The grain is easy to sell and is not afraid of being released.
Every time he mentioned "food", Lin Nianhe's heart would throb.
She reluctantly shook her head: "Really not."
Wang Shumei was a little confused: "Why? It's very easy to sell."
Lin Nianhe: "The profit is too low."
The rice from the supply and marketing cooperative is only 12 cents per catty and requires votes. On the black market, tickets are free and can be sold for 15 to 18 cents.
But this is not about profit.
The main reason is that the quality gap is too big, and the grain bags still have a production date starting with "2" printed on them!
Lin Nianhe really didn't have the time to go shopping and get 1,800 sacks to pour all the rice and noodles into before selling them.
Moreover, large quantities of grain entering the market will inevitably cause fluctuations in grain prices. If it really attracts attention and investigates her...
Therefore, she should just sell apples honestly, it is simple and safe.
Wang Shumei thought about it for a while and understood what Lin Nianhe meant. She nodded and stopped worrying about the food issue. She just said: "Okay, next time it will be six thousand catties."
"Um."
Wang Shumei left, and Lin Nianhe hadn't finished peeling the potatoes.
She pinched the potatoes and thought.
Six thousand catties of apples cost 40 cents per catty, which is 2,400 yuan.
According to the current prices, you can buy a courtyard house in the capital, right?
You know, the apples she sells now cost $1.2 a pound when she bought them.
It's equivalent to buying a courtyard house for 7,200 yuan.
Although I can't buy or sell houses now, this business is worth it.
It's just a pity that her food...
Lin Nianhe covered his heart in distress.
What she lost was not just food, but also courtyard houses one after another.
For the sake of his own physical and mental health, Lin Nianhe quickly put the courtyard behind and started cooking.
Qian Guozhu's second visit came sooner than expected. A week later, Wang Shumei received a telegram with a date written on it.
She hurried to find Lin Nianhe, but she had an embarrassing question——
"Well, Nian He, why don't you pay less this time? I suddenly remembered that my brother probably doesn't have that much money."
She was also carried away and forgot how much it would cost to get six thousand kilograms of apples.
Lin Nianhe waved his little hand: "Then we'll wait until we get back to get married. There's no rush."
Wang Shumei was surprised: "Aren't you afraid that we won't give it to you?"
Lin Nianhe looked at her: "Your household registration is in Shili Brigade, where can you go?"
Wang Shumei: "That's true."
The delivery was to be delivered three days later. Lin Nianhe still went out after dinner, put the apples in the cave and lingered for a while before returning at almost nine o'clock.
Not long after, Wang Shumei also went out.
The wall in the backyard has been broken down more times in recent times, perhaps than in the past few years.
As a wall, its dignity has been trampled to its core.
Three more days later, Qian Guozhu came to Shili Brigade again and still brought things to Wang Shumei and gifts to her two friends.
After he left, Wang Shumei secretly sent Lin Nianhe 2,430 yuan.
"Sister Shumei, have you given me the money?"
Lin Nianhe looked at the two neat stacks of unity and frowned.
