"I think selling charcoal is a good business, but it's a shame it can't be done anymore."
"There's nothing we can do about it. The mountain isn't ours and we can't take whatever we want from it. We're really lucky to be able to sell it for so long. Why shouldn't we be dissatisfied?" This was the first time Yan Bingfa had gone out with them to do business, and he truly felt that this was a good business.
"If you ask me, why aren't we allowed to go up the mountain to cut wood? Everyone is cutting wood, and there was no rule about how much to cut." The more Dahe thought about it, the more indignant he felt.
"Forget it, second brother, we can't fall out with the village just to make money."
"I've inquired around. The Cao family is the best at selling charcoal in Sanye Town. They have their own contracted mountain land. If I had the money, I'd also contract some. I have the skills, and it's such a lucrative business, so I'd definitely give it a try."
Chunxiao looked at Yan Dahe and said, "Second brother, if you really contracted the mountain land, you would know that this business is not so easy. Think about it, after you cut the wood, you still have to plant it and maintain it. It will take at least several years for this piece of wood to grow into timber! So, we really got a bargain from the villagers this time. We don't have such costs to do this. I also expected that it would not last long. Otherwise, how could it sell for 60 coins per catty? I heard that there is a kind of silver charcoal that sells for one or two taels of silver per catty. It has a lot to do with this wood."
"One tael of silver for one catty, my God, this is really burning money." Zhou was incredulous.
"That's right, but they're all powerful families, and our town can't afford them." Chun Xiao smiled. "Let's not talk about the charcoal issue. If it can't be done, it can't be done. After all, we still made some money."
"I just think it's such a pity." Yan Dashan touched his head, "Dad, when you saw your colleagues earlier, why didn't you avoid them and go up to see them?"
Yan Bingfa seemed to understand something. "I was curious why no one wanted to buy that man's charcoal, which was only 20 wen per jin. After listening to Chunxiao's explanation, I think I understand a little bit. Maybe the charcoal wood he sells is not as good as ours."
"Our charcoal is so popular and sells out so quickly, it must be top quality. People have money but they're not stupid, so if they don't buy it, it means the charcoal isn't very good."
Chunxiao hadn't considered the grading of charcoal. Perhaps it was because the quality of the charcoal she'd stumbled upon from the start had earned her recognition, and the materials she'd chosen met her requirements. "This family's used to using good charcoal, so naturally they don't want to use inferior charcoal. For example, at night, two sticks of good charcoal can last half the night, while using inferior charcoal would require constant replenishment. I think the guy Dad mentioned is selling in the wrong place. He should sell it to a street vendor or one of the townspeople. He might do better there."
When Yan Dahe heard this, he suddenly looked at her and said, "Chunxiao, we don't have good wood, but we have ordinary firewood. We can chop firewood at will. If that doesn't work, we can just burn charcoal. We can make a lot of money at 20 wen per pound. It doesn't matter if we sell it somewhere else."
Yan Dashan thought it was feasible. Ever since they started selling charcoal in the town, making money had become a real thing in their minds. Now that it was gone all of a sudden, it was really a bit of a gap.
Chunxiao looked at them and thought about it. Although the profit was small, it was still better than making nothing. "Okay, then I'll go back and test the temperature and find out the pattern. Then you can go to other places in town and try to sell it. If you can't sell it, we can use it ourselves in the winter. It's not a loss."
The few of them were even happier now, and the women who were listening were also happy.
"Mom, how are we going to go shopping later?" Tian looked at the more than ten people in the family rushing around. It seemed inconvenient for them to walk on the road.
Mrs. Zhou looked at the family, then at Chunxiao. "Why don't we separate and have each family take their own children shopping, and your father and I will follow Chunxiao. It will be more convenient for you to shop on your own, so you don't have to be uncomfortable shopping with an old woman like me around."
"Mom, what are you talking about? Why are you uncomfortable?"
Zhang's face also turned red.
"I want to follow my aunt. She promised to take me to buy books." Shuwen walked to Chunxiao, "Aunt, right!"
Chunxiao touched Shuwen's head and looked at her nephews and nieces, their eyes sparkling as they stared at her, wanting to speak but not wanting to. She knew the little ones wanted to go shopping with her, but there were so many people today that she couldn't handle it all by herself. "Then Shuwen will come with us. I'll take him to pick out the books."
Although the little ones were a little disappointed, their parents had promised them today, so they thought that they could eventually buy what they wanted, and they could just ask their parents for anything, so they happily went to their parents again.
Chunxiao looked at the street and asked, "Mom, when and where should we meet?"
Zhou looked at Yan Bingfa, who then looked around. "Let's go shopping for about an hour each, and then we'll meet at the market entrance. We'll go shopping there too."
One hour was more than enough time. Chunxiao looked at everyone and said, "Come on, I'll treat everyone to two meat buns. Only when you are full will you have the energy to go shopping." She was too lazy to count the few dozen coins from the money she had just divided, and now the buns could be considered as a treat from her two brothers.
"Okay, let's eat meat buns, eat meat buns." Yan Qi was the first to be happy.
"Why buy meat buns? There's no need to spend that much money. One is only 2 cents. We can buy a pound of flour and steam more than ten or twenty of them." Zhou felt a little distressed when she saw so many people.
"Mom, I don't make much money selling buns. You're so reluctant to give up this little bit. If I think like you, I won't make any money either."
"Our family used to sell buns, and we only made one cent for two buns. We could only save some money if many people ate them." When it comes to selling buns, Zhang is an expert, and it is indeed hard-earned money.
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