Lin Jinyue did have plans to expand the bamboo pen business.
But now, these people didn't look at him.
Lin Jinyue finally gave up the idea of expanding the scope of the bamboo pen.
However, he did not let the people from Chenjia Village do the work. He only left those two people to do it slowly, and then hang them up after they finished.
At least it can add a variety to the grocery store.
Lin Jinyue was thinking this, but she didn't expect that they still wouldn't leave.
Ji Zixuan looked at the house not far away, and asked, "Why don't you take us to see the house? What is that big iron sheet on top?"
Lin Jinyue explained: "This is a water tank."
As she spoke, she led a few people to the toilet on the first floor which had not yet been built.
Press the flush button.
The water actually flowed out by itself.
Ji Zixuan was stunned: "Is this so magical? This looks cleaner and more convenient than a toilet."
Lin Jinyue pointed at the bathtub again, "This is where you take a bath, but the hot water device hasn't been installed yet. When it's installed, hot water will be available directly."
She filled the jar and then pulled the plug.
All that water flowed away.
This magical bathtub left the young masters stunned.
Several people were speechless.
What on earth is this magical thing!
For a moment they were somewhat skeptical. Was it really because Lingnan was too backward and isolated that it could not keep up with the development in the capital?
Ji Zixuan immediately said, "Yueyue, look at our relationship. When you have built your house, build me one. I want a bigger one, and then I can bring my parents and brother to live here for a while."
Lin Jinyue said hurriedly: "Don't worry, don't worry, wait until I get it done, then you guys draw me a simple blueprint of the house you want to live in, and I'll add the details to the design."
Lin Jinyue thought for a moment and continued, "If you think my little villa is nice, I can also design other ones for you."
“But it costs extra.”
Ji Zixuan and his friends were even more excited.
I can actually do it completely according to my own wishes.
*
The next day, Lin Jinyue went to Yunheji Grocery Store.
It’s a pity that there are not many things that can be sold in the grocery store, such as snail chili oil, coconut oil, chili powder, and pepper powder. The quantities are not large, so Lin Jinyue just randomly put them in small porcelain jars to sell.
Whether you can grab it depends entirely on luck.
For example, she has already collected quite a few bamboo pens, but Boss Cen and his colleagues are not interested in them, and Lin Jinyue doesn’t know whether she can sell them.
I just took them all to the grocery store and sold them.
Even if she couldn't sell it, Lin Jinyue wasn't going to let the two pen makers stop.
The cost of making pens is low, and her grocery store has a limited variety of items. Putting more pens here will make up the number. If she can sell them slowly, it will definitely be the best deal.
Lin Jinyue delivered the goods and left.
After she left, the grocery store opened and many people gathered there.
If you come early, you can buy some chili powder and coconut oil, but if you come late, there will be nothing.
"Oh no, whose shop is only open for a cup of tea? What else can they sell?"
Qian Guihua is a bit shy, but because she is good at accounting, Lin Jinyue arranges her to work in the grocery store.
That is to say, there are fewer things this month, and when there are more things later, we have to settle the accounts, otherwise all the account books will be a mess.
Qian Guihua said in a low voice, "There are still some bamboo pens that haven't been sold out. How about you take a look?"
At this time, someone asked: "Why is this happening?"
Qian Guihua wrote a few words with a bamboo pen, "That's it."
A regular customer said, "What's so special about this? Isn't it just an ordinary pen? Do we need some pens?"
"Yeah, aren't we here for something new?"
Some guests even wanted to kidnap Lin Jinyue and return her to her when they had enough coconut oil.
Most of the people were cursing, but there was a man dressed in the uniform of the White Deer Academy who waited until everyone had left before buying two bamboo pens.
Fang Yanjin was carrying two bamboo pens in his pocket, looking like a thief.
While no one was in the room, he picked up a knife and scratched the bamboo pen to make the tip thinner.
Then he began to write furiously, copying everything he had circled in the book onto a small square piece of paper.
While copying, he said: "The handwriting is really good, the characters he wrote are very good."
*
On the other hand, the grocery store didn’t have many things and was open for a short time each day, so Qian Guihua would go to Yunhe Village every day.
Every day when I come back, I would talk to Lin Jinyue about the shop in Shawan County, and someone would urge me to do it every day.
Lin Jinyue didn't know what to do for a moment. Everything required people, and she was short of people.
Lin Jinyue simply gave in and said, "Don't worry, let's take our time."
Originally, she was going to make pens, all kinds of pens, feather pens, bamboo pens, shell pens...
After finishing, you can also make notebooks, various tools, pencil cases, school bags, etc.
In the past life, those who made toys made a lot of money.
It's not just about making money. Most of the food and snacks she makes can't be shipped away and can only be sold in a small area.
The purchasing power of a region is limited.
Lin Jinyue wanted to make something that did not require high technical skills. She could hire people from other villages to do it, and it could eventually be transported to different places.
㫧具 is a good choice.
The cost is low, the technical content is not high, the demand is high, and these things are easy to store.
In ancient times, most scholars were wealthy people. Fancy tools could be sold to the children of wealthy families, while cheap items like bamboo pens and straw paper could be given to children from poor families.
She gets to make all the money.
However, she never expected that her bamboo pen business would fail.
In three consecutive days, three bamboo pens at two cents each were sold. One was bought by Qian Guihua for practicing calligraphy, and the other two were bought by a scholar.
Other than that, no one cares.
Lin Jinyue was a little confused. Why couldn’t this bamboo pen be sold?
Lin Jinyue brought another wooden board to Shawan County.
She sat in the teahouse, listening to a storyteller telling stories while painting her billboard.
Lin Jinyue listed the advantages of bamboo pens one by one, such as they are convenient for children to write with, they are cheap and not easy to break, a bamboo pen can be used for several years, it can write small characters and can save paper.
As soon as she finished painting, Lin Jinyue saw outside the window a middle-aged man in his thirties running around the street with a cane, chasing a young man.
Lin Jinyue also smiled. In ancient times, parents would chase their children with sticks to show their disapproval.
The boy ran and shouted: "Dad, Dad, please stop hitting me. I will never do it again. Really, I swear!"
“Ouch, that hurts…”
After a while, the young man disappeared.
The middle-aged man was so angry that he started cursing.
But soon, she couldn't laugh anymore.
The middle-aged man was actually cursing at Yunheji:
"This damn Yunheji, why are they so bad at making this kind of cheating pen? I'm going to buy all of them today and burn them all!"
Lin Jinyue:? ? ?
No, he's not sick, right?
She just wanted to make some cheap and convenient pens, so who did she offend?
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