The group of people were chattering away, and if Xiao Yan and Shan Zi hadn't stopped them, they would have pounced on Ye Caiping.

"Cai Ping, Cai Ping, did you hear me? I want 300!"

"Give me at least 500!"

"I want 1000!"

They shouted for a while, but when they saw Ye Caiping standing there coldly and silent, they quieted down.

One of the thin women said awkwardly:

"Today we went to the market in the county town and saw Hu Xiaosi selling small stools. We heard that these stools came from a furniture workshop. We want some too."

"Yes, yes. We want some too!" The women nodded quickly.

They were stunned to see people in the county scrambling to buy it.

They eventually discovered that the person selling the small stools was actually Hu Xiaosi from their village.

Those people instantly became incredibly energetic, like they'd been injected with adrenaline.

Small stools sell so well; if they stock them, they'll definitely make money.

Ye Caiping nodded: "Okay. The workshop has accumulated six or seven hundred of them in the past few days."

"Wang Neng happens to be here. If you want the goods, just go to the workshop with Wang Neng to register, see how much you need, and you can get the goods after paying."

The woman, who had just been agitated, froze instantly: "The goods...the payment? You have to pay first?"

Ye Caiping raised an eyebrow: "How about we do it?"

"Will Hu Xiaosi pay first too?"

Ye Caiping said, "Hu Xiaosi is different. He was the first to get the goods, and our workshop used him as a test seller, so we gave him a discount: pay after the sale."

"From now on, whoever takes the goods will have to pay for them."

The village women were somewhat unwilling and wanted to argue back.

Ye Caiping's face hardened slightly: "These are the workshop's rules. If you really want it, go out with Wang Neng."

The group looked at each other, and in the end, none of them dared to say a word.

After all, this was no ordinary chat among villagers.

They all have family members working in Ye Caiping's two workshops, so they can't afford to offend her.

One of them chuckled and asked, "Um... how much is one of these little stools?"

Ye Caiping: "40 coins each, how much you earn depends on your abilities."

"What if we take the goods and can't sell them..."

"Unsold items can be returned. But if they are dented or damaged, we cannot accept returns."

The group breathed a sigh of relief when they heard they could return the item, but their nerves tightened again when they heard that they couldn't return it if it was broken or damaged.

Ye Caiping said, "Wang Neng, why don't you take your wives out and see how much they want to buy?"

Wang Neng agreed and called to the others to leave together.

After the group left, Hu Xiaosi, pale-faced and nervous, came out and said, "Aunt Ping."

Ye Caiping smiled and asked, "How much did you earn today?"

“I made 300 coins! The original price was 50, and I saw how much everyone could bargain down. But I thought it wouldn’t be good to have different prices since we were selling things in the same place, and no one would be angry if they bought something that was more expensive. So I set the price at 42 coins each, making only 2 coins profit per item.”

After saying that, Hu Xiaosi said somewhat nervously:

"Today, a lot of people in the village know that I sell small stools. Were those aunties just here to pick up some? They're all sold out?"

Hu Xiaosi was a little anxious because Ye Yong had told him that the furniture workshop made several hundred pieces a day.

With so many people scrambling for it, my own supply is about to run out.

Ye Caiping smiled and said, "Yes, they're all here to pick up goods. But they probably won't be able to take much. Don't worry, you still have supplies."

Hu Xiaosi breathed a sigh of relief, then asked in surprise, "Why can't they take it all?"

"Because they have to pay for the goods."

Hu Xiaosi's face turned bright red; he had gotten something for nothing.

Ye Caiping said, "You are the first to take the goods. This is a discount that our workshop is giving you. It is only right and reasonable."

"Now they're all rushing in to get a piece of the pie. With so many people involved, it'll be chaotic if everyone tries to sell first and pay later."

"If our workshop gets this kind of reputation, how will we be able to cooperate with other businesses?"

"They can return the unsold goods; this is already the biggest discount they've been given by the villagers."

Hu Xiaosi said with emotion, "Thank you, Aunt Ping."

If he still has a source of goods to pay for, then thank goodness.

Seeing his relieved expression, Ye Caiping said, "If it weren't for the payment for the goods, you would have run out of stock long ago. In the future, no matter what business or trade you do, you have to think about how to protect your own interests."

Hu Xiaosi's eyes lit up: "Ah, is it about writing a contract?"

Ye Caiping smiled and said, "Yes."

Hu Xiaosi said, "Then do we need to write a contract? The workshop has to supply me with goods?"

Ye Caiping laughed: "Then I don't want to sign this contract with you. You're not going to pay for the goods, and my family doesn't have trouble selling them. I won't get any benefit from it."

Hu Xiaosi blushed and chuckled.

Ye Caiping said, "Don't worry, we have enough stock. I'll reserve 200 for you tomorrow."

Hu Xiaosi also knew that others needed payment for their goods, so there was no need to worry:

"Thank you, Aunt Ping. Xiao Si is going home now."

...

After leaving Ye Caiping's house, the women went back to discuss it with their families.

Because of the Hu spicy soup workshop, many families had saved up some money, and they thought that if even a little kid like Hu Xiaosi could make money, what was so difficult about selling a small stool?

So I decided to take delivery of the goods.

But the amount they received was not much; 50 of them would cost 2 taels of silver, which was a real pain.

However, thinking that they could get a refund, many people emptied their savings and took 150 or 200.

...

The Hu family.

As soon as Hu Xiaosi got home, Xiuxiu's mother smacked him on the bottom with a broom:

"Well, you little rascal! So selling things actually makes money! I heard you sold over a hundred stools today and earned a couple hundred coins."

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