Chapter 485 Disturbing People
It rained every day for the next week. Qingming Festival was approaching and the rainy season had arrived. The rain would probably last for a long time, and some said it might last until after Qingming Festival.
Everyone in the village secretly hated the bad weather. If the weather had been good for a few more days, they could have earned more money. Or if the wind and waves on the sea were not so strong, they could have continued to go out to sea in the rain.
However, this is how it is in this season, with lots of rain and cold air, and strong winds and waves. Many boats at the village dock cannot withstand the wind and waves and have to rest. Only a few slightly larger ships still dare to go out to sea, but they are also risking their lives.
None of the Zhou brothers' boats went out to sea.
Tian Caihua was impatient, but Jiang Xia thought it was a good time to take a break and cook the several thousand kilograms of dried fish first.
Otherwise, you will only focus on making the squid and won’t have time to prepare the dried fish that were previously dried.
But the Marquis wouldn't let them rest!
The Marquis knew that there were not many small squids at their dock, so he sent more than a thousand kilograms every day.
There are many large ships at the city dock, and the catch of each type of fish is not comparable to that of a small dock like their production team.
So Jiang Xia and He Xinghuan are very busy every day.
And because of weather reasons, there were strong winds and waves, and fewer fishing boats going out to sea, so the purchase price of small squids has increased. It is different every day, but the price is increasing every day, sometimes it increases by five cents, sometimes it increases by ten cents, and today it has directly increased to one dollar and fifty cents per catty.
And the price of cooking oil has also gone up a little bit recently.
So Jiang Xia discussed with the Marquis: "The price of small squid varies from day to day. This weather is expected to continue for a while. I plan to raise the wholesale price as well."
The Marquis said straightforwardly, "Sure. It sells better on rainy days. Because you can buy the small squids home and heat them up in a pot and they can be used as a dish. Many people have bought them recently, so sales have been better. I think people will buy them even if the price is raised a little. It's convenient. My wife is too lazy to go out to buy vegetables on rainy days, so she just takes one or two bags out for every meal. But there will definitely be fewer people buying. But don't worry, if no one buys here, we can ship them to other cities to sell, such as Suicheng, Haicheng, and Jingshi. It's just a small amount, I don't believe it won't sell."
"Your squids are well packaged and neatly displayed. They look very high-end and can be given as gifts. They look delicious and taste even better. The production is so low that even if a few cities share it, there won't be much. Even if people are reluctant to buy them to eat, they still have to give them as gifts. This is a decent gift."
So the two of them discussed it, and Jiang Xia decided to sell it at the factory price of 3.2 yuan per catty.
Because it is impossible for the price in Jiangxia to be different every day, even if the price of small squid continues to increase, Jiangxia will not increase the price before the end of this year.
Unless the baby squid rises too high.
After the two of them discussed it, all the squids were moved into the car.
The Marquis was also straightforward and bought it today at the price of three yuan and twenty cents per pound.
Jiang Xia took the more than 6,000 yuan with a smile.
During the rainy season, others stare at the money in the sea, worried that the rain will continue until the flood season is over and they cannot go out to sea to fish for money, but her flood season is still there.
And it’s getting more and more prosperous!
Now Zhou Chenglei and Zhou Chengxin are building a shed in the backyard of the old house, and then setting up three temporary stoves, so that they can increase production.
So, is it getting more prosperous? The Marquis drove away in a big truck.
It was a rainy, wet and cold day, and the villagers had nowhere to go, so they gathered in the store to watch TV and talk.
When the truck passed the store, the women in the village looked at it and one of them couldn't help but say:
"How much money can Zhou Chenglei's wife make from selling one pound of squids by hiring so many people to process them every day?"
"Last time I went to the supply and marketing cooperative, I saw several flavors of small squid for sale. A bag cost 4.5 yuan, and a bag weighed only one kilogram. I guess they made a lot of money."
Zhou Bingqiang's wife was shocked: "Really? Four and a half yuan a pound? Is the supply and marketing cooperative selling it so expensive? Then they are making a lot of money?"
"I don't know how much they make. They shouldn't sell it for that much! After all, they have to go through Mr. Jin and make money one by one."
"Even if they don't sell it at that high a price, I guess they can still make 50 cents a pound."
"Oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other things are expensive, firewood also costs money, the traders want to make money, the production teams want to make money, the supply and marketing cooperatives want to make money, after so many rounds of processing, they should not make more than 50 cents."
"I can definitely make 50 cents per pound! I'm afraid it's even more than that! Maybe I can make a dollar."
"If they make 50 cents per pound, then if they sell 1,000 to 2,000 pounds a day, wouldn't they make more than 1,000 yuan?"
"What else? They make more money from small fish. Sometimes those small fish are sold for less than a dime per pound, but during the Chinese New Year, they are sold for more than two yuan, or even three yuan per pound!"
"No wonder Zhou Chenglei is so successful!"
"Jiang Xia is amazing! How did he come up with the idea of making those small fish into so many flavors? He sold the worthless goods at a sky-high price!"
Three yuan per pound of small fish, isn’t that a sky-high price?
When we catch fish from the sea, we rarely see fish that cost three yuan per pound.
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Everyone sat together, eating melon seeds, watching TV, and discussing the matter, all with an envious tone in their voices.
Zhou Bingqiang's wife couldn't eat any more, so she gave the cup of melon seeds she bought for ten cents to the people around her and said, "I forgot to feed the new piglets. You guys take your time."
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Zhou Bingqiang's wife held an umbrella, wore waders, and hurried home in the drizzle. She climbed up to the second floor in one breath, came to the balcony, and looked at the old house of the Jiang Xia family and the kitchen of the new house.
Wen Wan was looking at the information about the garment factory in her room, memorizing the characteristics and fabrics of each garment exhibited at the Guangzhou Fair, and thinking about how to explain it and taking notes.
A few days ago, she went to the city and finally got a foreign language book from the publishing house to continue translating. She also asked Editor-in-Chief Fan to help introduce the job of translating at the Guangzhou Fair. Editor-in-Chief Fan gave her two phone numbers, one of which was a clothing factory, not the one managed by Jiang's mother. The factory managed by Jiang's mother had too low export volume at the last Guangzhou Fair, so they had no chance to participate this time.
One was the export of live pigs from a breeding farm. Wen Wan did not call the breeding farm, but only the garment factory.
Like Jiang Xia, she didn't want a salary but only a commission, and the director of the garment factory agreed.
So Wen Wan has been taking notes very seriously these days.
Zhou Bingqiang's wife couldn't see what was going on in the kitchen from the balcony, so she walked into Wenwan's room and looked through the window.
Wen Wan frowned. She really hated her mother-in-law entering her room without knocking.
Zhou Bingqiang's wife leaned on the window, wishing she could get her head out from between the two iron pillars of the window. She asked Wen Wan, "How much do you think Zhou Chenglei's wife can make every day by tinkering with those little squids?"
"I don't know." Wen Wan saw trucks coming to pick up goods every day, but she was not interested at all.
She plans to make a lot of money at the Guangzhou Trade Fair.
"What do you think about us collecting some squids to cook? You sit in front of the window every day. Have you seen how they cook it? What seasonings are used?"
"No, I was busy reading, so how could I have time to look at them? And how could I see them clearly from such a distance?"
In the past, she asked them to follow Jiang Xia to make little fish, but they did it in a mediocre way and finally blamed her.
Now that she sees others becoming bigger and bigger, she regrets it, right? But she will never do something that is thankless again.
Isn’t it nice to make money at the Guangzhou Trade Fair?
Zhou Bingqiang's wife only saw two figures busy stir-frying in the kitchen.
Occasionally, a particularly fragrant aroma of sauce wafts through the air.
"I don't know how it's made, but I want to eat it just by smelling it." Zhou Bingqiang's wife sniffed hard.
Wen Wan: "Does it smell good? I feel a little nauseous when I smell it. I even want to complain to them!"