Jiang Sheng was startled.
Zheng Ruqian also took a breath.
Both brothers and sisters are speculating and doubting whether yesterday's enthusiasm caused trouble? Or is the fish-killing hawker too scheming?
Leng Buding jumped out of a figure, jumped directly on the sausages and bacon, grabbed them and stuffed them into his mouth.
Jiang Sheng's eyes widened, "That's raw..."
But the man ignored them, took a bite of them all, and sighed with satisfaction.
"How's it going, Brother Zhou?" the fish-killing hawker rubbed his hands and asked, "Is it the taste you want?"
The man spit out the sausage that was not chewable in his mouth, nodded, and turned around again.
Only then did the brother and sister see clearly that the person coming was actually the master chef of Youranju, who had made Jiang Sheng fond of him because he knew how to stir-fry bacon with garlic sprouts.
Although I don’t know what happened in the middle, the fact that the master is here means that Youranju is here.
Jiang Sheng almost jumped up with joy, remembering that his eldest brother's Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his expression, and he suppressed his joy again.
Zheng Ruqian just waited for a long breath of relief and asked softly, "The two uncles came here like this, but what do they think of our sausages and bacon?"
The fish-killing hawker quickly waved his hand, "I don't have any objections. I just let my wife stir-fry at will last night. Brother Zhou came over to talk and smelled the aroma. After tasting it for a few bites, I had to ask where the bacon and sausage came from. I had no choice but to Brought him here.”
Then, there was a scene where the master ate the sausage raw just to discern the taste.
Obviously, this is an error.
But the master chef didn't have time to explain and apologize. He grabbed the two sausages in his hand and said urgently, "May I ask you two friends, where did you buy these sausages?"
Both Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian were stunned.
The master chef realized that there was an ambiguity in his words and quickly explained, "I'm not trying to buy things without you. I just want to ask you if you can buy more. Youranju buys this type of sausage and bacon in large quantities, and you can take whatever you have."
Jiang Sheng turned around and looked at Zheng Ruqian.
Here it comes, the long-awaited cooperation is finally here.
But in order to straighten their backs in front of this group of Fengjing people, Jiang Sheng and his sister did not rush to deliver the goods. Instead, they considered it and said, "There are not many."
"Then how many do you have?" The master pointed at dozens of sausages, "It's not just the ones on the table."
Zheng Ruqian is still thinking about how much weight is appropriate.
Jiang Sheng stood on tiptoes and stretched out his head from behind him, "One hundred catties."
"Only one hundred catties?" The master was disappointed, but it was better than nothing. "Then it will be one hundred catties. According to the price charged before, five hundred cents per catty, all sent to Youranju."
The fish-killing vendor next to him staggered and almost choked to death from the shock of the price.
Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian did not talk to each other immediately. Instead, they looked at each other and tacitly agreed that the price should be increased.
Jiang Sheng raised his head to respond, but was pushed back by Zheng Ruqian.
The young man sniffed and decided to be the villain himself, "Master, it's not that we won't give it to you. It's actually hot and it's hard to make sausages and bacon, so the price can't be the same as before."
"Is it difficult to make?" The master chef is indeed a master chef, and he immediately heard the key, "Did you make this sausage and bacon yourself? Didn't you buy it from outside?"
Zheng Ruqian lowered his head and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.
The master's heart began to move again.
A hundred pounds of cured meat can only quench the immediate thirst, long-term cooperation is what Youranju needs.
It is not difficult to guess the idea of two children raising the price. Youran Juli is rich and does not care about this. The most important thing is that cured meat bought for a few hundred yuan can be sold at Youran Juli for dozens of times.
"What price do you want to sell it at?" the master asked.
In his guess, something worth 500 yuan could only be carried to 600 yuan, or 700 yuan, or at most 800 yuan.
However, Zheng Ruqian stretched out his hand and made a "two" sign.
After the master was stunned, he asked in disbelief, "You're talking about two taels of silver and a pound, right?"
Bacon and sausages are both made from pork, and pork only costs 20 taels of silver per catty. There are labor costs for making and losses when drying, but it is impossible to sell them for 20 taels of silver per catty. These are ridiculous prices.
No matter how wealthy Youranju is, there is no way he can be treated like a grandson.
The master shook his head, "No, you can't. It's too expensive."
Zheng Ruqian didn't waste any time, turned around and packed up his things, not forgetting to take out two sausages and give them to the fish vendor.
The hawker didn't dare to accept it, he only held it in the palm of his hand after many offers.
Zheng Ruqian packed up, carried the baggage with one hand, led his sister with the other, and walked out slowly.
The master just watched helplessly, his heart full of reluctance.
Finally, at the moment when the brother and sister disappeared, he stopped him, "Wait a minute... Two taels of silver is just two taels of silver, but I'll buy a hundred kilograms first, and we can discuss the rest later, okay?"
Zheng Ruqian nodded readily.
No matter how the cooperation goes in the future, the key is to earn these two hundred taels first and solve the problem of declining living standards.
Youranju was in a hurry to get the goods, and the master chef urged her again and again. The brother and sister returned to the courtyard as quickly as possible to deliver the preserved meat.
On the way, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but ask, "Second brother, the price of two taels is really not low. Will Youranju really agree to cooperate in the future?"
Merchants are profit-oriented by nature, and what matters in business is profits. The higher the cost of buying cured meat, it means that Youranju's profits will decrease, and they will definitely disagree.
But when the workshop's cured meat becomes the only one, Youranju has to agree even if he doesn't agree.
"Besides, I don't necessarily need two ounces." Zheng Ruqian smiled slyly, "It's better to take two steps and half a step back than to take one and a half steps directly."
Jiang Sheng's eyes widened, feeling that he had learned something again.
The brother and sister sent a hundred kilograms of sausages and bacon to Youranju in exchange for two hundred taels of cash.
During this period, the big shopkeeper had been sitting on his chair, looking at them expressionlessly, obviously dissatisfied with the high purchase price.
Zheng Ruqian didn't care. He took the two banknotes straightly and handed them to Jiang Sheng after counting them.
With these two hundred taels, the family can eat meat again.
Jiang Sheng smiled broadly and put the banknote into his purse as usual, then hid it in the deepest part of his sleeve pocket.
The brother and sister were whispering to each other, discussing whether to buy some big elbows for their aunt to stew at night.
The big shopkeeper sitting above was so angry that he felt dizzy. Suddenly he remembered what Jiang Chengyuan had said. He asked tentatively, "Are these goods shipped from Anshui County?"
Otherwise, there are people in Anshui County who make this kind of sausage.
Jiang Sheng was startled and didn't have time to answer.
The big shopkeeper added, "I have never heard of anything from Anshui County being sold for two taels of silver per catty. Even if I send someone to Anshui County to transport the goods back, how much can I get per catty?"
Zheng Ruqian twitched the corner of his mouth, knowing that Youran actually wanted to goad the price.
He felt he had an obligation to tell the big shopkeeper the truth.
