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As a result, when they arrived at the market, Xinhu and Dalang were dumbfounded.
Last time I came there was a bustling crowd, but this time I could only see sporadic people doing activities. Sure enough, a sentry-like grass shed was set up at the entrance. A few strong men were dozing out of boredom. When they saw someone coming, they immediately became energetic again.
"Hey, it's the village chief of Cuizhu Village." One of them greeted.
"Well. Let's buy some food. Our family is running out of food." The village chief smiled and gave the man two dollars. The others didn't say much. They looked at everyone with a lack of interest and let them pass. Xinhu looked around, feeling extremely disappointed. What about the lively market where there were so many things to buy? No one has seen a few.
As soon as they arrived at the door of the grocery store, they heard the boss arguing with the buyers.
"You are so evil. The price has increased so much. Two days ago, it was only fifteen yuan. Now it is twenty yuan." The customer scolded.
"What do you mean I'm evil? The price of the goods I bought has been increased. Can I not increase the price?" the boss said angrily.
The guest was helpless, so he bought a pound of salt with 20 yuan and left in a hurry. There is no other way, how can people not eat salt? I can only save some food.
After the guest left, the village chief laughed and asked, "What's going on? The price of salt has increased?"
"Yes, everything has gone up. You have also heard that it is not that I want to go up, but the goods delivered have gone up, and the goods delivered are getting less and less. I don't know if I can continue to do it next month. ?" The boss sighed.
Although the price has increased, his income is actually decreasing, and fewer and fewer people will buy it. In the end, it will be difficult for his business to maintain it.
"Where's the noodles?" the village chief asked.
"Thick noodles cost twenty-five cents per liter. There are no thin noodles, not even the finer ones." The boss pointed at the empty shop and said.
"The thick noodles we bought last time were still ten yuan?" Ah Qing said with a pale face.
"When did you say it was the old price? It went up to 20 yuan a few days ago. It's just another five yuan increase." The boss said with a wry smile. Dalang was so angry that there was blood in his throat, and he just wanted to curse. But now this one is the only one left open for business, and it¡¯s impossible not to buy it.
On the way, Dalang had already agreed with the village chief that he wanted to buy two stones of grain. Because he bought a lot, he hoped that the village chief could help negotiate the price.
So after receiving Dalang¡¯s hint, the village chief said, ¡°Let¡¯s buy more. Can the two stones be counted less?¡±
¡°You can only buy one stone.¡± The boss looked around for a few times before whispering.
"Why?" the village chief asked.
"If you buy too much, you will be interrogated. I am afraid that someone will hoard food." The boss said in front of everyone.
"Ouch. No one here has spare money to hoard food. They are not just buying it back to eat." Ah Qing said.
"You can't say that. If I really sell you two stones, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out." The boss winked at the group of strong men outside.
There are two people looking towards them, and among these people, two are local snakes. They know the nearby villages very well, and they are also familiar with people who often come to the market to buy and sell. If a foreigner came, they would know it at a glance, but they didn't pay attention to the two children, Dalang and Ahu, plus the reputation of the head of Cuizhu Village. And they also know that the people in Cuizhu Village have some money, and people come to buy some food from time to time.
"How much salt can I buy?" the village chief asked again.
¡°Counting the four of you, each of you weighs two pounds.¡±
In the end, the village chief and the boss talked for a long time before they bought one stone of coarse noodles and ten pounds of salt, which was divided into four parts. It shows that it was not purchased by one household.
Xinhu came here and had to buy something, but she looked left and right and didn't see what she wanted. Finally, in a corner, she found some red beans and mung beans. She reached out and pulled Dalang. Dalang gave the village chief another look.
The village chief asked: "How do you calculate these beans?"
There were less than a pound of red beans in total, plus about half a pound of mung beans. The boss was very happy this time and directly charged them twenty dollars.
Dalang didn¡¯t understand what Xin Hu wanted to do with this, so he just thought she was taking it back for some food, and it was only twenty dollars anyway.
Xinhu was overjoyed when she got the beans. The sowing period of red beans and mung beans was very long, which she had learned about before. Now I have taken it back to plant, and there will be a harvest this year. Anyway, there is open space, and if you plant it, you will get a little more harvest.
Dalang calculated what was left in his handEat a pound of meat, and add more wild vegetables to cook several pots. When the food shortage becomes more and more, a little meat can cover a lot of food, and a little oil and water in the stomach can withstand hunger. Dalang and the others also thought it was good. These bamboo utensils, even if they were allowed to take them, were indeed worthless. However, the village chief is not a fool. He knows that they only have two horses, five people, and two children. If they take whatever they want, they won't be able to take much away, not to mention that what they want are ordinary cheap goods.
The village chief lamented: "We will no longer make such bamboo utensils in the future. I am afraid that this business will not continue."
The excitement of the villagers immediately dissipated, and everyone became sad. Without this business, every family's life would be even more miserable if they relied solely on farming. Their place is rich in bamboo, but naturally other crops are not grown well, and there is little fertile land. Bamboo is grown on the nearby mountains and hills, so there is no more land to grow food.
Although you only get half a tael or even less from selling bamboo utensils a year, you can use it to buy food, which is enough to support a family for a month and a half. Coupled with the savings from previous years, their village's life is actually slightly better than other villages. If you end this business, you will have to find a new way out.
"Village chief, the price of the caravan was fair before, why is it acting like this now?" Xie Sanbo asked puzzledly. Generally speaking, if you have been dealing with people for a long time and are familiar with the business, the prices will not change so much.
¡°Well, it¡¯s a long story, but it¡¯s not because some villagers took their own bamboo utensils to sell at the market, and also wanted to sell them in the county town, which messed up the prices and made it difficult for them to do business.¡± The village chief sighed.
A few years ago, it was not without clever villagers who wanted to make more money, so they secretly brought some exquisite small bamboo utensils to the county town, and they really made a lot of money back. However, that was only a very short-lived thing. Soon the caravan found out. Not only did they fight back all the people who went out to sell bamboo utensils, they also began to desperately lower the price of the bamboo utensils.
Actually, there is something else that the village chief is embarrassed to say. In the beginning, there were actually very few bamboo utensils that their village could make, just crude products that everyone used daily, such as baskets, baskets, dustpans, chairs, etc. However, the caravan found some fine bamboo utensils and brought them over, and asked people to explain them to them and help them learn them. These are the big ones, and everyone has made a lot of money.
¡°And the two parties had agreed at the beginning that these high-end goods could not be sold, but could only be given to caravans. Although the price they offered was not high, it was originally taught to them by someone else, so the village agreed at that time.
Because they also know that they can¡¯t make much money just by relying on these crude daily necessities. They have a lot to teach them, and they have many kinds of gadgets. For example, flower baskets, small boxes with lockable lids, small lanterns for children to play with, ponies, etc. Dalang and the others didn't see many fine and large bamboo utensils when they came. Because the caravan has already taken it.
But after they learned it and knew that these things could make a lot of money outside, some people secretly went to the county town to sell them. The caravan was very angry and suppressed them. The villagers understood that business is not just what you want to do. But by this point, there was indeed a rift in everyone's relationship. In addition, the caravan leader at that time, for some reason, soon handed over the business to the new successor.
"These newcomers are not easy to mess with, and they are dissatisfied with Cuizhu. Every time they come here, they have a face that says if you don't want to sell it, they are not allowed to go to the county to sell it. If they can't go out to sell it, and the caravan doesn't want it, what will the villagers do? They have to let them lower the price. Of course, everyone's resentment is getting bigger and bigger, so everyone's relationship is getting worse and worse.
"That's right, we won't make bamboo utensils anymore. We'll see what they take back to make money. Anyway, we don't have to make any money. At worst, we will follow others' example and go hunting in the mountains. If nothing else, each family can always share a few pieces to eat. "A young man said angrily.
"Okay, okay, let's all disperse." The village chief cursed. Some people don't know these things. Maybe most people know it, but they have been so oppressed that they no longer remember their mistakes. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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