Speaking of shopkeeper Bai, the bacon sent to him in mid-May did not see any movement until more than June.
Zheng Ruqian thought that this way of making money was blocked, so he didn't think anything of it.
Unexpectedly, shopkeeper Bai actually approached him today and said with a smile, "Xiao Zheng, did you really buy this bacon on Anshui County Road?"
Zheng Ruqian wanted to nod, but suddenly he thought of something and his eyes widened.
Is it possible that shopkeeper Yue Bai didn't make any move this time because he thought the bacon he sold was expensive and wanted to purchase it himself.
When he couldn't find it, he had no choice but to look for Zheng Ruqian.
"Yes...yeah." He nodded, his eyes changing from pure to inquisitive.
Shopkeeper Bai frowned, "It seems like this place is quite hidden."
Of course it was hidden, because no one in Anshui County knew how to cook it. All these bacons were made by Pang Pangshan himself.
Zheng Ruqian was a little sad.
From the beginning of selling mushrooms to now, Shopkeeper Bai has always been a kind-hearted and good person in his heart. As a grateful person, Zheng Ruqian thought of giving bacon to him as soon as he got it. He has been doing his best in serving vegetables for the past six months. I don’t dare to bring any rotten vegetable leaves.
But at this moment, the image of the good guy is shattered and overturned.
The corners of Zheng Ruqian's eyes were a little moist, but he held it back.
"I found that place by accident." His eyes returned to sincerity, "If Uncle Bai wants it, I can take it to you."
Shopkeeper Bai's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he smiled again, "That's a good feeling."
"At first, I couldn't sell the bacon. I thought no one liked it. Fortunately, a few gourmets who had been to the central Sichuan area ordered it. Others smelled the fragrance and ordered it too. Within a few days, the five kilograms of bacon were empty. .”
"This time, just transport five hundred catties first."
A catty of bacon costs twenty cents, and five hundred catties is ten taels of silver.
This was quite a big deal. In the past, Zheng Ruqian would have just left with a message.
But now, after discovering Shopkeeper Bai's selfish motives, he said cruelly, "Then Uncle Bai, please pay a deposit."
With two taels of deposit in hand, Zheng Ruqian walked out of Youranju, looked at the blue sky and exhaled.
Big Brother always says that there are no purely good people or purely bad people in this world.
Now he understands.
Most of the people in this world are driven by profit.
After thinking about this link, what shopkeeper Bai did is not uncomfortable.
Zheng Ruqian sniffed and began to think about how to make bacon.
If it were before, he would definitely let Pang Pangshan do it.
But five hundred kilograms is too much, and Youranju will still need it in the future. If you want long-term and stable output, someone must make it stably.
Then all we can do is... build a workshop.
Zheng Ruqian had seen small workshops when he was in Shilipu Village. Usually, a few aunts were steaming steamed buns, or a few aunts were sewing handkerchiefs. If they saved up a batch, they would all be bought out.
Aunt Zhang is like this. It's very hard to sew handkerchiefs, and the middlemen lower the price, so she can only make a hard-earned money.
If pork in Xieyang County was only five cents a pound, Zheng Ruqian would be happy to build a workshop in Shilipu Village.
Unfortunately, only pork from Ansu County has this price.
"What, you want to open a workshop in Anshui County?"
Jiang Sheng brother and sister said in unison, their faces full of surprise.
It's over, it's over, the second brother's dream as a landlord is too big. Not only has he started signing work contracts, but he also wants to open a workshop.
This workshop needs workers and space, and it can't afford a few dozen taels of silver. If it makes money, it's okay, but if it doesn't, these dozens of taels of silver will just go into it.
Jiang Sheng covered her small purse and said she would not let go.
"Only a small branch of Youranju in Xieyang County ordered five hundred catties. If I cooperate with Youranju in Anshui County, we can do one thousand catties. How much profit will you make?" Zheng Ruqian said earnestly, "If we don't open it, In the workshop, I’m exhausted and can’t make more than a thousand kilograms of pork.”
Even if you count the whole family, even if the eldest brother leaves his brush to marinate pork, he still can't do it.
"But, you are not familiar with Anshui County, who should you sign?" Jiang Sheng refused to give up and wanted to give him a few more words of advice.
Zheng Ruqian has also thought about this problem. The people he knows are all in Xieyang County. He has no acquaintances in Anshui County, but he does have a few enemies.
"What do you think, Uncle Zhang?" Fang Heng, who had been practicing, suddenly interrupted.
Zhang Qiquan.
Since the last time I hunted a tiger, the traps on the mountain have been silent for half a year.
Jiang Sheng once suspected that Zhang Qiquan had swallowed the prey himself, but Fang Heng went to the mountain to take a look, and found that the clip was still the same one he had placed, without any trace of movement.
It can be seen that hunting is really a very unstable thing. Zhang Qichen is a man with brains, ideas and some knowledge. He will definitely find other ways to continue to make money to support his family.
"I don't like him stealing Xiao Jiang Sheng's business." Zheng Ruqian said honestly, "But he is really good to Aunt Cui'er. I think a man who is good to his wife should not be evil-hearted."
"However, Anshui County is far away after all. Whether he is willing to go or not is still a question."
The Jiang Sheng brothers and sisters are both activists. Since they have considered hiring Zhang Qiquan, they went to Shilipu to find out.
But before that, there is one more important thing.
Zheng Ruqian said softly, "Xiao Jiang Sheng, the donkey cart has been taken away by Pang Pang Mountain to deliver food. We can't walk back to Shilipu Village."
Moreover, this is Ronggui's hometown, so it is not appropriate to drive a donkey cart, at least it must be a horse carriage.
Zheng Ruqian will still need it when he goes to Fucheng in the future.
Although Jiang Sheng felt distressed, he also knew that this was a fact. He took out ten taels of silver and bought the cheapest carriage.
Six brothers and sisters, led by Fang Hengyang, whipped their horses and rushed from Xieyang County to Shilipu Village.
This is the first time he has come back since he left in embarrassment.
Jiang Sheng was calm at first, but gradually became a little panicked, and his lower lip was almost swollen from biting it.
"What are you afraid of, little Jiang Sheng?" Xu Mo asked softly.
Are you timid about being close to home?
Jiang Sheng didn't know that there weren't many people in Shilipu Village who were kind to her, and the only one worth thinking about was Aunt Zhang.
But after all, she had been begging here for many years, and she had grown from an ignorant baby to a graceful little girl.
"Don't be afraid." This time it was Wen Zhiyun who comforted her sister, "We are all here."
Jiang Sheng regained his composure and lay on the carriage's ear window, staring outside blankly.
She didn't know how long it had passed before she saw the familiar Shili Town Market, with her grandfather selling meat and her grandmother selling vegetables.
After another half an hour, the ruined temple was close at hand.
