For example, good things from big cities will definitely sell well if they are brought to small places.
Xia Xiaorong felt that she had to take some time to go to Haikou in the future and buy more goods from Haikou.
With this in mind, Xia Xiaorong made up her mind that when the busy farming season in the brigade was over and it would be easier to take leave, she would go to Hai'an under the pretext of visiting relatives.
As for Song Anan, she rode her bike to the county town early the next morning.
I quickly found Wang Xiaomei and restocked her supplies.
Seeing that Wang Xiaomei wanted a lot of goods this time, Song Anan became curious, "Why did the quantity suddenly increase so much?"
Wang Xiaomei did not hide it from Song Anan and told her the reason directly.
She asked her cousin who lived in 㹐 to help sell the goods.
There are more people here, and they are richer.
The consumption capacity in the county town is certainly not as good as that here.
In addition, Wang Xiaomei's cousin knows a lot of people, so it is easier for her to sell her products.
The number increased a lot in a short time.
Of course, Wang Xiaomei didn't ask her cousin to help sell the goods for nothing.
If my cousin helps sell it, I will share the profits with her.
In this way, my cousin can earn more, and Wang Xiaomei can also earn more. After all, the supply of goods she can sell alone is limited.
In fact, what Wang Xiaomei didn't know was that Song Anan was the one who earned the most, and all they could earn was a small portion of the profit.
What you earn yourself is the big money.
Wang Xiaomei asked her relatives to sell goods, and Song Anan could earn more, so she would not oppose Wang Xiaomei's approach.
After restocking Wang Xiaomei's supplies, Song Anan went to the grocery store.
Whenever Song Anan saw something good, she would buy it.
I’ve told my family that we’ll have something good to celebrate.
Song Anan bought a pig's stomach, ordered a rooster from her mobile phone, and bought some ribs, thinking that would be enough.
I also went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought some cakes and candies.
The children like to eat candy, so Song Anan bought them two bags of White Rabbit milk candy at one time.
The portion is quite large, but there are many children in the family, so they eat it quickly.
After buying all these, Song Anan suddenly missed the uncle who guarded the garbage station.
Well, let’s take a look at him, and by the way, see if the old man has collected any treasures during this period.
Soon, Song Anan rode her bike to the garbage station.
The old man looked at Song Anan coming over from a distance, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Girl, you're here. I haven't seen you for a while."
Song Anan smiled and nodded, "Yes, uncle, we haven't seen each other for a long time.
You look good, so your illness should be cured, right? "
The old man nodded. "Well, I'm almost well. My physical condition is almost the same as before I got sick.
Thanks to the medicine you gave me! Otherwise, if my illness got worse, I would definitely die."
Song Anan smiled and waved her hands, "Uncle, I'm also very happy that your disease can be cured. It's just a simple task."
The old man didn't say much to express his gratitude, but took practical actions to express his gratitude to Song Anan, the educated youth.
Soon, the old man went to get more antique treasures for Song Anan.
Song Anan likes uncles like this.
She is such a real person! Giving these things to her is more meaningful than saying any words of gratitude.
Song Anan was not polite at all about the antiques sent by the old man, and put them all into the space.
Of course, Song Anan took advantage of the old man a lot, and she knew how to be grateful, so she gave the old man some fat meat and some fine grains.
The old man was so moved that he wiped away his tears, but he was ruthless when it came to collecting the things and took them all.
However, he said that he would continue to help Song Anan keep an eye out for these antiques in the future.
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