When Qin Yao returned home for lunch at noon, she found that everyone in the family, except Erlang, looked exhausted.
Suspiciously asked: "Did you all go to the fields to farm?"
Awang shook his head. This was his job and no one else could get involved!
He likes plowing the fields. It is very healing to watch the hard soil being blown away by the iron plow!
Qi Xianguan and Dalang, who were secretly competed with by the martial arts masters, looked at each other with sympathy and wanted to say something, but they were too weak to say it. They simply leaned back in their chairs and sighed together.
It was obvious that the two had over-practiced. Qin Yao patted their shoulders to comfort them, "Come on, you will get used to it slowly."
He looked up at Liu Ji, who was lying on the abacus in the main hall, and asked, "You don't practice martial arts, so why do you look like this?"
Liu Ji forced himself to raise his head and look at her. He dared not not answer and said truthfully: "The master asked me to calculate the military expenses from ten to a hundred people, and now I have to calculate a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand people!"
"I calculated once and he said it was wrong. I calculated again and he said it was wrong again. I continued to calculate and he was still wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong."
The wrong word was stretched out infinitely, and it was enough to linger three times. Qin Yao shouted directly: "Then shut up!"
"Give me the abacus." Qin Yao held out her hand. Liu Ji was overjoyed and quickly handed the abacus over with both hands. Then he remembered to ask, "What do you want the abacus for?"
Qin Yao smiled slightly, "It has nothing to do with you."
Take the abacus and leave.
After leaving the house filled with mournful sounds, I looked at the mountains in the distance gradually turning golden, and I felt refreshed.
In the morning, she received a letter from Bai Shan, along with money.
It was the money from the fifty pencil cases he took away last time, a total of five hundred coins, ten coins each.
It seems that he should have sold it for about fifteen cents, but he didn't make much money.
However, the pencil case itself is made of leftover materials from book boxes, so the cost is very low, and small profits but quick turnover is a way to go.
It took Bai Shancai such a long time to sell the fifty pencil cases, which shows that the market was not buying it.
but!
The letter that Bai Shan asked someone to send her gave her a sales direction that was completely unexpected to her - packaging gift boxes.
The pencil cases were not sold as such. Bai Shan visited several counties in Zijing Prefecture but could not find any.
Until one day, when he was sitting in a teahouse drinking tea with his business partner, he saw that the bookstore across the street was promoting an affordable wool pen from another place.
The pen doesn't need a pencil case, because such an affordable pen doesn't deserve a high-cost cloth bag, so it is sealed in a simple wooden box.
The wooden box was really simple, probably made of the worst scraps. However, this kind of boxed brush was very affordable and was very popular among ordinary scholars - it looked more upscale than a brush without any packaging.
At that moment, Bai Shan had an idea in his mind, and he quickly asked the servant to take out Qin Yao's pencil case for him to see.
In order to promote this slow-selling product, he carried it with him wherever he went, thinking that if he met a sucker who could take all of it, he could also preserve his friendship with Qin Yao.
If the situation is good, he can also use this as a trump card to lower the price a little bit and make more money.
When the servant handed over the pencil case, his business partner immediately asked him, "What new pens did Shopkeeper Bai buy?"
It turned out that he mistook his pencil case for the brushes sold in the bookstore opposite and thought it was just the packaging.
Bai Shan was immediately delighted, this was a good idea.
If he told his friends that this was a pencil case, they would definitely not be interested, but if he said it was a box for brushes, people would all ask curiously.
He immediately opened the pencil case with a smile, and inside was an inkstone, a brush, and ink. There was also a small compartment with a few pages of blank paper and his private seal.
Qin Madam's pencil case is really useful, but no one would buy one specifically for use.
But this did not stop him from boasting to his friends that he bought a pen specifically for the box. He was the one who bought the box and returned the pearl.
Once the idea was opened, the sales channel was also opened. He wrote a letter on the spot and asked the caravan to pass it to Qin Yao, asking her to prepare the goods as soon as possible. He would come to pick them up in mid-September, and the more the better.
Because Bai Shan had already negotiated with the two largest local pen factories and got the orders, everything was ready except for the pencil cases.
Oh no, it should be called a stationery gift box now.
Qin Yao came to the warehouse. Liu Qi, who stayed behind in the warehouse, counted while Qin Yao calculated and came up with the specific number of current inventory.
"Now there are 625 in total. Give Bai Shan 8 cents each. This batch of goods is worth 5 taels in total." Qin Yao smiled pleasantly. "What a coincidence.
Liu Qi smiled happily, quickly took a simple charcoal pencil made of charcoal to write down the number, and asked Qin Yao: "Have all the goods been shipped out?"
The accountant Qian Wang was also nearby. Upon hearing this, he looked at Qin Yao. If the goods were to be shipped out, he would have to issue a shipment receipt to facilitate the statistics at the end of the month.
Qian the accountant has decided to stay in the stationery factory temporarily. The mute and other refugees from Huangque Town will leave in early October. When the time comes, they will be asked to help send money and messages back home.
The salary offered by Manager Qin here is 30% higher than that in Huangque Town. Accountant Qian plans to work for a longer period of time to save some money.
As for not being able to reunite with his family, that can only be put off until later. As long as his family can have a good New Year, and the coming year is good weather and free of disasters, he dare not ask for anything else.
Qin Yao nodded, signaled the accountant to issue a delivery order, and then asked Liu Qi to sort out the goods.
"In two days, Shopkeeper Bai's people will come with a truck to load the goods. Has our factory's first order of 10,000 book boxes to be delivered to Fulong Commercial Bank been completed?"
Liu Qi nodded. "It was already done yesterday. I personally checked the goods that hadn't been sent out yet. They were only put into the warehouse if there were no quality issues."
There were still some defective products left, about a hundred or so, and he asked Qin Yao how to deal with them.
This is really difficult to deal with. The agreement signed with Fulon Trading Company states that during the contract period, the factory cannot sell the book boxes privately.
Qin Yao said: "For those with few defects, we will see if our internal workers want them and process them at cost price. For those with many defects, we will return the materials and put them into production again."
Liu Qi agreed without thinking too much and just did whatever Qin Yao told him to do.
Qian the accountant frowned slightly, and when he and Qin Yao were the only ones left, he said tentatively:
"Manager Qin, if we deliver defective products to the workers, I'm afraid it will be a bit troublesome."
Qin Yao stopped and asked him what the trouble was. Qian the accountant said, "Profitable things will always attract some greedy people. If a worker took the bookcase at a low price and secretly sold it at a price lower than the market price, it would probably cause trouble for the factory."
"Also." Accountant Qian looked at Qin Yao hesitantly, and seeing that she looked normal, he continued, "I'm afraid it will increase the number of defective products."
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