The military village was the source of raw materials that Uncle Guan had helped them find. How happy they were before, how completely they turned against each other now.
They were unwilling to sell any extra beans to Lin Rui and others, and instead sold them to other small vendors who came to collect them.
The price of soybeans soared from four cents per pound to eight cents, but there were still people who were willing to pay for them.
Lin Rui knew that the price was more than doubled. The cost of bean sprouts increased, and the profits of merchants decreased. A market that cuts profits is unhealthy. If this is the case, the bean sprout business will not last long.
Zhao Qing looked at his brother-in-law curiously: "Chief, are you not angry?"
Lin Rui shook his head: "What's there to be angry about? If you were an ordinary citizen, wouldn't you do the same?"
Zhao Qing was speechless, but after a moment he still muttered, "It's one thing to do, but you can't just go back on your word after signing a contract. If that happens, there will be no rules in the world."
Having come to this ancient world and survived such a difficult and dangerous escape, Lin Rui felt that there was nothing to be disappointed about. "Let's put it this way. For those who break the covenant and have no sense of contract, we will never accept beans from them again."
"But if that's the case, our business will become increasingly difficult!"
"No, every market has its saturation period. The bean sprout business is booming now. We should retreat from the current situation. Let's rest at home for a while, tend to the fields, and build a house. It's better than living in a shack all day. The cold wind at night makes me cold to the bones." Lin Rui was not exaggerating when he said this. The nights in Huangmo Pass were extremely cold. The temporary shack they built was at least surrounded tightly with rainproof cloth, and they had to wear thermal blankets to barely survive.
In order to speed up the land reclamation process, many people are not focused on building houses. After all, they have heavy land reclamation tasks every day, so how can they find time to build houses?
With such a large area of reclaimed and planned land, Lin Rui would hear his parents say every morning when he woke up that several people had frozen to death somewhere. The weather was too cold and the clothes were too thin, so countless people froze to death in their sleep.
It would be great if there were a brick factory. They could build brick and tile houses. Brick and tile structures are much stronger than thatched houses. Once a thatched house encounters strong winds, the roof will be blown off.
The Lin family also built ordinary yellow mud houses, just like building a workshop. They just used yellow mud to build the surroundings, then dug two breathable windows, and then used broken wooden sticks to fix them into door panels that could block wind and rain. In this way, a house was completed.
A mud house can be made into a castle, but it is still a mud house. No one has paid much attention to this house. With the patriarch Lin Rui as an example, almost everyone in the Lin family knows that the current mud house is just a transition.
While the Lin family was busy building their houses, bean sprouts were selling like crazy. At the border market, bean sprout stalls were everywhere, and the prices were incredibly cheap. Previously, bean sprouts were two cents per pound, but now they were only one cent per ounce.
But the market is so strange. Bean sprouts that cost two cents per pound are in short supply, but bean sprouts that cost one cent per two pounds are no longer sellable.
The market in Huangmoguan is so small, and the method of growing bean sprouts has become semi-public now. Ordinary farmers can use their own beans to grow them, so why bother to spend money to buy others!
The result of the over-prosperous bean sprout business is that many small vendors are left with a lot of bean sprouts and cannot sell them at all. Even the foreigners who come to trade nearby are tired of this kind of food.
Some money was made, but the business came to an abrupt end just as we were tasting the sweetness.
There were even many vendors who joined in later who were unable to sell their bean sprouts and ended up losing money. This also caused the beans, which had previously seen a sharp rise in price, to quickly fall out of demand. Even when the price dropped to four cents per pound, there were very few people willing to buy.
At this time, the crowds in front of Mr. Guan's house in Elm Village were bustling. The villagers were either sitting in the middle of the room or leaning against the wall, watching the commotion. From time to time, they would roll their eyes at the group: "You can't sell your beans, and you're turning to them for help? The old village chief tried so hard to persuade them, but now they've turned against us and we can't even get back the money we invested in the beans."
"Yes, the Xing family army is impeccable, but these military families are too slow. They hastily tore up the contract with Boss Lin just for a few copper coins that haven't been fulfilled yet, thinking they could make more money. In the end, they couldn't even get their original capital back."
These small vendors also followed Lin Rui's example and started paying a deposit to buy beans. Lin Rui bought beans from Guan Laobo and others in Yushu Village for three cents per catty, while the purchase price given by the military village was eight cents per catty, which was more than twice as much. How could such a profit difference not be tempting?
After all, price is price, and being able to pay is the most important thing. Otherwise, even if the merchant tells you that he will buy your beans for one or two taels of silver per pound, it will be useless if he has no money to give you in the end.
The military villages are now in such an awkward situation. They were given some deposit as a favor, but what they took away were hundreds of kilograms of beans. Now no one knows where the small vendors have gone. The addresses they gave were fake, and their names and identities are naturally not real. The signed contracts are meaningless.
In short, the military village was severely cheated out of a large sum of beans, and now they are regretting it. They shamelessly find Uncle Guan and want to re-establish cooperation with Boss Lin.
Although Boss Lin only offered three cents per pound as the purchase price, he was able to settle the balance the next day, allowing everyone to earn money while sitting at home in the cold winter.
Haven't you seen that life in Elm Village has visibly improved? With the money from selling beans, they can occasionally buy some pork at the market to improve their diet.
On the other hand, they took too big a step, were too greedy, and offended Boss Lin too much. Now they have lost everything.
Uncle Guan was helpless at this time: "Everyone, there is nothing you can do to me. I also advised you not to do this at the beginning, but you..."
An old woman from the military village said, "Brother, we were blinded by greed and deceived. Please help us. We don't know the names of those thieves, and now they are nowhere to be found in the Huangmoguan market. They must have gone back to the wasteland. There are so many people who came to Huangmoguan to open up wasteland. How can we find them one by one?"
"Uncle Guan, please, just put in a few nice words for Boss Lin so that we can at least have some income. Huang Moguan is suffering!"
Uncle Guan shook his head and said, "Fellow villagers, I really have no choice. To be honest, Boss Lin doesn't even buy beans from our village anymore..."
The old woman's eyes lit up: "Then you haven't paid the balance yet!"
Sometimes people are just like this. When they are in trouble, they can't bear to see others have an easy time. What the old woman was thinking was that Boss Lin also had the money of the villagers of Yushu Village, no matter how much it was, it made her feel a little comforted.
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