Chen Fuxi was still a little unsure, "But, Dad, do we still have money?"
Chen Dawei: "Yes! There are still several hundred taels. All the nearby villages have been collected!"
Chen Dawei subconsciously thought that Lin Jinyue had gone to a farther village to collect snails, so he increased his investment.
His son Chen Fuxi had a bad feeling in his heart, and...
It’s right to listen to dad, right?
*
Lin Jinyue’s snail business will be suspended for two days.
It was not until the third day that a large number of porcelain bottles were delivered to Lin Jinyue's shop.
Lin Jinyue used a wooden barrel to move the seasonings they had made yesterday to the stall in Shawan County. The stall’s lease would expire in three days, so it was a good opportunity to see how they were selling.
If the sales are good, Lin Jinyue will consider whether to rent the teahouse owned by Mr. Hu Sanye in Shawan County.
It has been closed for three days, but there are still quite a few people waiting here.
When they saw her coming, they all came up to her and asked, "Little shopkeeper, why haven't you sold anything for so long?"
Lin Jinyue smiled and said, "Some people are jealous of our snail business and deliberately collect snails from the surrounding area and sell them at a sky-high price. I don't want to raise the price, so I didn't come to sell them."
"Of course I won't sell it. We'll buy it even if the price goes up! It's so delicious, and we can wait in line less if it's a little more expensive."
It's obvious that the person who said this is not short of money, he just wants to have that kind of thing.
Liu also secretly told Lin Jinyue that this man had gotten up before dawn to line up before.
Lin Jinyue smiled and said, "We won't sell snails anymore. In the future we..."
Before he could finish his words, the people in the queue were already going wild.
"Hey, how can I not sell it? Although octopus balls are delicious, I prefer snails."
"No, I just want to eat some snails!"
"You must not stop selling snails. If I don't eat one serving every day, I won't be able to sleep at night."
"Hey, my mother is 90 years old, and I don't know how many days she has left to live. She just loves this. Tell me, if I don't sell it, how will my mother live?"
Lin Jinyue looked at them and felt that they could not survive without her, the snail.
Lin Jinyue was amused by them and said, "Listen to me first. Although snails are not for sale anymore, I can tell you how to cook them. Snails are not expensive and can be found everywhere in the countryside. I saw someone carrying snails here to sell them before."
Lin Jinyue also told them how to raise snails. Just put them on the ridges of the fields and they would multiply in large numbers.
Then, Lin Jinyue took out the seasoning they were going to sell, "Uncles, aunts, look, this is the sauce for cooking snails. One pound of snails needs one lid. One bottle of seasoning is 110㫧, which can make ten servings of fried snails. This seasoning can be kept for a month without going bad."
They had to pay thirty yuan for ten servings of fried snails, but if they added the seasoning, it only cost one hundred and ten yuan.
How much do snails cost?
Those who can count immediately shouted: "Give me ten bottles!"
He must eat to his heart's content!
Lin Jinyue quickly stopped them and said, "Each person can only buy two bottles a day, otherwise there won't be enough to sell. And this bottle... this bottle is ten cents. Next time you bring an empty bottle to fill with chili oil, I can save you ten cents."
Unexpectedly, they worked for more than three hours yesterday and sold out all the dozen buckets they made in an instant.
There are still many people waiting behind.
Lin Jinyue said apologetically, "I'll come again, my memory is good, I will definitely sell it to those of you who didn't get it first."
These people are also fun and won’t let Lin Jinyue leave.
He made himself familiar to Lin Jinyue one by one.
For three consecutive days, Lin Jinyue's snail business was quite popular.
There are never enough to sell.
Lin Jinyue actually didn't know why they bought so much. Could they use it all?
So he stopped an old customer who came every day to buy two bottles and asked, "Uncle Wu, you buy so much every day, can you use it all?"
Uncle Wu said cheerfully, "Of course I can use it up. Your sauce is really good. It can be used not only for stir-frying snails, but also for stir-frying meat and seafood. It tastes especially good. I have a large family and two bottles a day are not enough!"
Lin Jinyue smiled and said, "Okay, then you can buy three bottles every day from now on."
Uncle Wu was happy and bought another bottle.
Lin Jinyue reminded these old customers: "This stall will expire in three days. You can buy it at Yunheji Snack Shop or Yunheji Tea House on Fu'an Street in the future."
The customers who were about to leave after buying their products all had their eyes lit up: "What? Are there any more tricks?"
Lin Jinyue nodded: "Yes, there will be a few more dishes."
There are all kinds of cold rabbit, cold drinks, octopus balls, and various fruit teas and fruit wines.
There is no chance for hard dishes.
It was difficult to find a suitable chef at the moment and the training would take some time.
Teahouses are great, selling all kinds of fruit teas and wines. It’s simple and profitable.
Lin Jinyue can also write storybooks and have storytellers tell them. She was a novelist in her previous life.
With this in mind, it seems that teahouses are still quite profitable.
Lin Jinyue went to see the teahouse a few days ago. It was not particularly big, with three floors. The tables, chairs and benches were all ready-made, and there was a large stage in the middle for storytellers to tell stories.
The kitchen at the back was also spacious, with eight large pots and many tables and shelves, all of which she did not need to spend any extra money to buy.
The courtyard was not big and had several houses. Women would live here from now on, and the men could make do with the room they had rented before.
The more Lin Jinyue looked at it, the more satisfied she became.
It was really a good deal for Mr. Hu to charge her fifteen taels of silver per month as rent.
She would have to talk to Mr. Hu San when she got back.
But before that, she had to reconcile the accounts today and also pay the month-end bonus.
Lin Jinyue said hello to the shop, asked them to close early, and then went back with Liu.
*
Everyone on Lin Jinyue's side was very happy after making money, but while they were happy, some people were miserable.
Chen Dawei would glance towards Yunhe Village from time to time.
But as I watched, I felt something was not right.
At this time, Chen Fuxi hurried back and said, "Dad, it's over. Our family is finished!"
Chen Dawei had a bad feeling in his heart: "What are you talking about?"
Chen Fuxi then recounted what he had just seen in Shawan County.
"Dad, you don't know, they don't sell snails anymore, they sell seasonings! The seasoning is 100 yuan a bottle, and they are rushing to buy it!"
"I heard that group of people are going to open a restaurant or a teahouse. Look how much money they make from that business!"
Chen Dawei: "Stop, stop, stop talking."
At this moment, he just felt that breathing was a little difficult.
When he heard Chen Fuxi's words, he knew something was wrong.
Now is not the time to be jealous of Lin Jinyue and the others for making money, but rather, what to do with the piles of snails in their yard that are about to stink!
It's not an exaggeration to say that they are piled up into mountains.
There were really baskets of snails piled high.
The snails cost ten cents a pound, but he spent a full five hundred cents and bought 50,000 pounds!
Chen Dawei used all his assets.
Now all the snails are smashed into my hands!
What’s even worse is that Chen Dawei, unlike Lin Jinyue, doesn’t know how to preserve snails.
Chen Dawei smelled the stinky snails...
It’s not easy to sell nowadays.
Chen Dawei's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
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