Chapter 20 This is the power of family love
Although Yu Yaoyang had already read a bad premonition from her determined face when he agreed.
But there was no way, she gave too much.
Attracted by the huge "Baji" sound, he simply stepped into Rutang's trap.
After closing the stall, the two men stuffed the burnt-out stove into a silk bag and put all the pots, pans, and other miscellaneous items into another silk bag. They tied the two bags together, put them behind the bicycle seats, and pushed their bicycles towards the city.
It was past lunchtime and there were no people at the train station. Yu Yaoyang couldn't guess who she was going to sell the things to, so he pushed the cart and did as she said.
"Let's go to the brewery first." Rutang said.
"What? Do you still want to drink to give yourself courage?" Yu Yaoyang said in a naughty way, trying to take advantage of the situation verbally.
"I didn't drink last night." Rutang gave him a calm expression, as if to say, do I need to drink to give myself courage to kiss you on the face?
Yu Yaoyang was stunned, and the ears of this innocent young man who had never had sex instantly turned red.
It was obviously he who was the first to behave himself, but she suppressed him with just one sentence.
This felt like playing Landlord. He put out a one-on-two and felt invincible. Rutang threw out a king bomb with an expressionless face.
She suppressed me in the field I was good at...
Yu Yaoyang was secretly holding back his anger, and the two of them came to the brewery.
The gate of the brewery was closed. The old man guarding the gate was listening to a storytelling with a large teacup in his hand. Yu Yaoyang pushed the door open and came in.
"Uncle, can I get some beer?"
The old man put down his teacup, glanced at him and waved his hand.
"The beer trucks are back. Go to the city early tomorrow to line up to buy beer. Our factory does not sell beer to the public!"
The way of buying beer nowadays is very special. The big green bottles are very expensive, and ordinary people buy them in bulk.
The brewery would send out several beer trucks before noon every day. The three-wheeled trucks would have two large barrels in the cargo box, connected to a hose. If you wanted to buy beer, you would bring a barrel or a thermos, and they would put in as much as you bought.
If you move too slowly, you won’t be able to catch up.
"My greedy wife craves for this when she's pregnant. If she can't have it, she'll cry, make a fuss, or even threaten to hang herself." Yu Yaoyang compared Rutang behind him.
The old man stretched his neck to take a look and sighed.
"What the hell is this girl of yours pregnant with? A drunkard or the reincarnation of Du Kang? How can you drink alcohol while pregnant?"
Rutang felt that Yu Yaoyang did it on purpose.
This guy has become shameless in order to win the "huge" bet.
"Uncle, he's just teasing you. We're both selling fried seafood and we'd like some beer to go with it. Here are my homemade salted duck eggs. Try them."
Rutang took out two salted duck eggs from his trouser pocket like a magic trick.
Yu Yaoyang felt a little depressed. Isn't this his usual way of "conquering others with virtue"? She learns this stuff pretty quickly.
"That's impossible!" The old man put down the teacup and pretended to refuse, but his movements were obviously a little slow. Ru Tang knew there was something going on at a glance.
I took a peek into the old man's big teacup and saw that it was full of beer!
He is worthy of being the gatekeeper of the brewery. Look at how he is treated on a daily basis, drinking beer as if it were water.
"Uncle, there are some fried clams I made on your bicycle. It's so boring to drink beer with nothing in your mouth. Come and try some." Rutang said as she ran out. Yu Yaoyang looked at her coldly as she tried to win people over with her virtue.
“No~can’t~” The old man stretched out his hand insincerely to pretend to stop him, his eyes full of expectation.
Rutang soon came back with a small iron helmet filled with fried clams.
This kind of thing is not valuable at the seaside, but it smells so good. I have only eaten it steamed in its original flavor before, and have never seen such a gorgeous cooking method. I nodded my head repeatedly after eating one, and it is perfect with wine.
"Give me the thermos, I'll go in and make it for you."
The old man grabbed the thermos and went into the workshop. Rutang took the time to discuss the price with Yu Yaoyang.
Judging from the way the old man drinks beer from a teacup, the brewery's control over bulk beer should be relatively lax.
The old man might not charge Rutang for the fried clams, but if Rutang wanted to get the beer, he would have to pay.
Yu Yaoyang always went to the city and was very familiar with the market price. Bulk beer cost 3.5 cents per liter.
The kettle has a capacity of 3 liters. Rutang took out money from his pocket, found a one-dollar bill and held it in his palm.
After a while, the old man came back with a full pot.
"Thank you, sir. How much is it?" Rutang asked.
The old man waved his hand.
"What money? Use it to drink."
These were all the polite words Rutang had planned. If she took the pot, said thank you and left, she would have no more wine to drink next time.
Rutang put the prepared money on the table, and the old man's eyes lit up immediately.
"You can't do that!"
"Yes, I think you look a lot like my grandfather. We get along very well. I'll come to buy wine next time. Please don't think I'm annoying, sir."
Rutang's abacus beads were clattering in her mind. She just wanted to make some beer to sell her seafood, but she didn't expect that after arriving here, she discovered that the brewery contained huge business opportunities.
3.5 cents per liter, and one liter can hold 4 cups.
A cup costs 20 cents, and there are many people willing to drink it. The beer truck is only sold in a small area in the city center, and it is impossible to get one in rural areas.
The bottled version costs 1.04 yuan a bottle. In this era when the average wage per person is only in the low teens, which family can afford this?
But if it's 20 cents a cup, she believes that many men are willing to satisfy their cravings. How many men can resist the temptation of cigarettes and alcohol?
Her father did not go to prison for re-education, and would be willing to spend 20 cents a week to reward himself.
If she could get the rights to sell draught beer, it would be a great money-making business.
Thinking of this, Rutang looked at the old man with a hint of eagerness to see a relative. Not only did the old man believe that he really looked like Rutang's grandfather, Rutang herself believed it too.
The money was given to the old man, and it was up to him whether to hand it over to the factory. It was obvious that he would not hand it over. The old man had an extra dollar in income out of thin air, so the look in his eyes when he looked at Rutang was a little more eager as if he was seeing his granddaughter.
"Put your small basin here first. Come back when you close your stall and I'll fill the pot for you." The old man pointed to the basin of clams and said kindly.
Rutang thanked him again and again, then followed Yu Yaoyang out of the brewery carrying the kettle.
Rutang calculated the profits and her face lit up.
"Let's get a 20-liter bucket tomorrow, install a faucet, and seal it well so that the gas can't escape. If it does, it won't taste good. 20 liters means 80 cups, which is definitely not enough. We're just testing the market and increasing the quantity later."
20 liters is about 80 cups, which can probably be sold out in the city along with fried seafood.
20 liters is the authority of the gatekeeper. Rutang plans to take this much in the early stage. If the market expands later, she will have to convince more people in the brewery. The purchase price of 20 liters is 7 yuan, and she can sell it for 16 yuan, with a net profit of 11 yuan.
With the income from alcohol alone, she and Brother Yaoyang can live more comfortably than ordinary workers, but alcohol is just a gimmick. If used well, they can make more.
The more Rutang thought about it, the happier she became. She almost laughed out loud. When she looked up, she saw Yu Yaoyang folding his arms and looking at her coldly.
"Brother Yaoyang, what's wrong?"
"Your grandfather died before you were born, right? There wasn't even a photo of him left. How do you know that my grandfather looks like your grandfather?"
"In my heart, if my grandfather were still alive, he would be this glorious and majestic image, with a pot of beer in hand, and the good wind would help me soar to the sky!"
What made her recite a poem? It’s the power of family love!
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