It turned out that after the man took the bamboo pillow home, his wife not only scolded him for not buying enough large intestines, but also for only buying the bamboo pillow for herself. That's why he ran back, thinking of buying two more portions of large intestines and then a bamboo pillow for his wife.
Upon learning that the large intestine was sold out, he was disappointed, but fortunately he managed to buy a bamboo pillow, which would at least allow him to return home satisfied.
Afterwards, he made an appointment with Han Yiyi to save two portions of braised pork intestines for him the next day. When he learned that Da Niu could also weave bamboo pillows for children, he asked him to bring two children's pillows for him the next day.
After the two finished packing their things, it was getting late, so Han Yiyi went directly to the butcher shop to pick up the few pig intestines that Butcher Li had reserved for her.
On the way back, Da Niu's lips never left his mouth, and his eyes were full of gratitude as he looked at Han Yiyi.
"Sister Yi, thank you..."
"It's because your own skills are good that you can gain recognition from others..."
Back at Aunt Zhang's house, Aunt Zhang learned that Han Yiyi had helped Da Niu sell all the bamboo pillows and had earned more than a hundred coins in one day. She insisted that Han Yiyi stay for a meal at her house. Han Yiyi was really tired and didn't want to go back to cook, so she readily agreed.
After lunch, he led the two children back to the thatched hut. Back at the hut, without even resting, he took out all the money he had earned that day and counted it.
After deducting the money spent on buying large intestines today, there are still 560 coins left. So, after deducting the cost of wood and flour for cleaning, there is still a net profit of 500 coins.
She had previously inquired with Aunt Zhang and learned that building a three-room brick house would require about twenty taels of silver. With the money she had earned from selling ginseng, she only needed to sell braised intestines for another month to build the new house.
Everything else can wait, but Han Yiyi has really had enough of living in this thatched hut.
The next morning, just as Han Yiyi had finished putting the braised large intestines into the wooden bucket, Da Niu came over and helped her move the bucket to the village entrance. Business was even better on the second day than on the first, and the bucket was sold out very early. Da Niu was also much better at dealing with customers than on the first day. In addition, he made some smaller ones specifically for children. He actually earned 150 coins that day.
However, when the two returned on the third day, they saw that not far from their stall, there had been another stall selling braised large intestines, and that stall had a wooden sign in front of it that read "Braised large intestines, seven coins a serving."
Seeing the sign across the street, Han Yi thought to herself, "I didn't expect business competition in ancient times to be so simple and brutal."
Han Yiyi noticed that several customers who had initially come in her direction had turned back after seeing the prices across the street.
However, Han Yiyi was not in a hurry, as she had great confidence in modern spice packets.
Sure enough, not long after, the customers who had bought braised large intestines from the stall across the street came back and started cursing at the owner.
"What does this stuff taste like? You said it would taste the same as the other side, but it's not only stinky, it tastes completely different. Give me my money back right now..."
It turns out that the owner across the street was originally a chef. He bought large intestines from Han Yiyi and went home to study how to make them. He felt that he had done a good job, so he took them out to sell. He thought that the taste was not quite right, but he sold them at a low price, so he was sure he could still sell them.
Watching the argument across from her, Han Yiyi couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips, thinking to herself, "Sure enough, after tasting the flavor of this modern spice packet that has been refined over generations, people's palates have become quite discerning."
However, a few people still went to the other side, since it was several coins cheaper. Han Yiyi also asked Da Niu to buy her a portion to try, and it was alright. If you just want to satisfy your craving, it's fine.
In the following days, Han Yiyi worried that her customers might get tired of the food, so she added braised pig's head, pig's ears, pig's liver, pig's stomach, and other dishes. Business got better and better. However, for some reason, the owner of the restaurant across the street stopped showing up for the next few days.
Han Yiyi's business is getting better and better, while Da Niu's bamboo pillows are selling less and less. Han Yiyi is a little puzzled. Logically speaking, there are no competitors, and Da Niu's bamboo pillows are so well woven, so they shouldn't be unable to sell.
Having sold out of his own braised food, he looked at Da Niu, who was frowning and hadn't sold a single bamboo pillow all morning, and spoke up.
"Da Niu, I've sold out of these. I'm going to buy some things. Could you keep an eye on things for me while I go?" Han Yiyi said, then walked around the street. Sure enough, there was a stall not far from the two of them at a corner.
There were many bamboo pillows in front of him, and the sign in front of him read "eight coins each, two for fifteen coins".
In market competition, the most common form is price war. You can't call it despicable, since no one stipulates that only you can sell this product, and no one stipulates that others can't sell it cheaply.
Seeing the people coming and going in front of her, Han Yiyi also walked up, picked one up and touched it in her hand, but as soon as she held it in her hand, her brows furrowed slightly.
Leaving aside whether the weaving is as exquisite as that of a master craftsman, even the burrs on it haven't been cleaned up properly. Looking at the cuts that almost got on my fingers, I heard the vendor's owner say to one of the customers.
"Oh, you can use my bamboo pillow without worry. I wove them all by hand. They're cheap and good. Unlike that guy over there who sells them to you at such high prices..." she said, turning around and pointing in Da Niu's direction.
It has to be said, this vendor knew how to find a good spot. From his vantage point, he could easily see where Da Niu was by simply turning his body to the side. And yet, they hadn't even known there was a bamboo pillow vendor here for days!
Listening to the vendor's words, Han Yi narrowed her eyes. It's your right to sell cheaply, but it's unethical to use the excuse of belittling others to elevate yourself.
So Han Yiyi wanted to argue with her, but before she could even open her mouth, she saw a woman standing angrily in front of the vendor, holding the hand of a wailing child.
The woman pointed directly at the vendor and began to curse.
"You heartless bastard! You didn't even remove the bamboo splinters from the woven bamboo pillow. They pricked my child's hand. What are you going to do about it...?"
"Madam, you must have misunderstood. I carefully wove these, and the bamboo strips were all meticulously polished. There couldn't possibly be any bamboo splinters..."
Seeing the woman's fierce expression and noticing the child's bleeding finger, the vendor felt a little guilty, but still managed to explain.
"Bullshit, look for yourself, there's still blood on this pillow..." he said, throwing the pillow at the vendor.
The vendor felt even more uneasy when he saw the bloodstains on the bamboo pillow, but the next moment, his eyes changed and he spoke.
"Ma'am, I can guarantee that the bamboo strips and pieces I used were carefully polished and there couldn't be any burrs. This bamboo pillow isn't mine either; you must have bought it over there..." she said, pointing her finger in the direction of Da Niu.
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