When Wang Hu learned the purpose of Ma Xiu Lan's visit, he couldn't stop smiling. He had mentioned it several times, but his aunt didn't dare to cooperate with him. She just sent him two bottles of beef sauce every once in a while for him to eat on the road.
I gave my beef sauce to my colleagues to try, and they were all so greedy that they wanted to exchange it with me for some good wine.
It would be even better if my aunt agreed to sell it now.
"Aunt, make 50 bottles first. About ten of my colleagues who drive with me want to buy them. I'll test the rest when I deliver goods to other places."
"Then if you sell a bottle, I'll give you 20 cents as a reward."
This was the wholesale price she sold it to Liang Ruixia before. The beef sauce was sold for 1 yuan, and 50 bottles were 50 kilograms. The purchase price was 80 cents, and Wang Hu took 20 cents.
Ma Xiaolian counted on her fingers and found that this trip was worth 10 yuan. Wang Hu's monthly salary was only about 40 yuan, but the driver also had a lot of extra income, so Wang Hu could earn about 60 yuan a month.
Wang Hu smiled innocently, "It's my duty to help my aunt sell the food. I've eaten so many delicious things from my aunt, how can I charge her for it?"
Ma Xiulan disagreed: "Every time you come back from a trip, you never forget to bring me some good things from other places. You must earn this money, otherwise how can we cooperate in the future?"
"If you don't make money the first time, you'll make money the next time. Aunt, you're still taking risks."
Ma Xiu Lan insisted on giving it, but Wang Hu refused. Finally, Ma Mingqiang spoke up and ordered Wang Hu to charge 20 cents per bottle as a reward for the second trip.
After returning home, Ma Xiu Lan first prepared the ingredients. The most difficult problem to solve was buying beef. It happened that the machinery factory was doing well and it was New Year's Day, so the canteen wanted to improve the food.
Ma Xiu Lan took the opportunity to buy pork and beef from the meat processing plant and gave the chef there two pounds of ham she made herself. She bought 20 pounds of beef at the price of 1 yuan per pound without using any tickets.
The remaining ingredients, oil, salt, sugar, pepper, etc., were all saved by Gu Xiangze when he gave her various receipts when he paid her salary.
I was able to buy a lot, but the most difficult thing now is how to store it. When I bought it on the black market before, I asked everyone to bring their own bowls to serve it.
Now we want to sell it to other places, and some of it is to colleagues in the transportation team. It is definitely not realistic to use bowls, so it is best to pack it in glass bottles.
Thinking of this, she rushed to the glass factory to order some glass cups. After giving the security guard a box of good cigarettes, she finally met the head of the sales department.
She said she wanted to order 100 glass jars that looked like canning bottles. The sales manager didn't even ask her where she was from and refused without saying a word.
"Our orders here all start at 5,000. If you don't sell 100, you can leave."
Is such a small order worth their hard work?
Ma Xiu Lan said all the nice things she could, and the other party finally agreed to give her 3,000 jars, at 10 cents each. She paid 300 yuan and took 100 glass jars first. She would come back to get the rest after the factory produced them.
She borrowed a cart from the factory and pulled back the 100 glass bottles in the dark.
When she returned home, Zhao Xingmin was alone at home. Zhao Xingguo and Su Anan had gone out for New Year's Day. She was surprised to see Ma Xiulan pulling so many glass jars.
When she learned that a total of 3,000 pieces were bought, she was even more shocked. She thought her mother was too bold to invest such a large amount at the beginning, but she didn't dare to say anything to undermine her mother's self-confidence.
Silently brought warm water to Ma Xiulan:
"Mom, do you need me to do anything? I'm on vacation these two days and I can do it for you."
"Then boil some hot water in a pot, boil all the jars, and then dry them."
After eating and drinking her fill, Ma Xiu Lan took a nap. Taking advantage of the quiet night, she began to prepare beef sauce. After working for half the night, she put the finished beef sauce into jars.
A total of 52 cans were made, and she pulled a cart to deliver them all to Wang Hu early in the morning.
After returning home, Xingmin made noodles with beef sauce, which was very delicious. After they finished eating, Ma Xiulan looked at her daughter who had finally returned from college:
"Come on, let's go to the department store and buy some new clothes."
The two hadn't gone shopping for a long time, and Zhao Xingmin also wanted to use the subsidy he had saved recently to buy some clothes for Ma Xiu Lan, so the two of them went to the clothing area to pick and choose, and finally bought four or five pieces.
Zhang Zhaodi bought a job as a salesperson in a department store. When Ma Xiulan and the others were shopping, she took the opportunity to slack off by going to the bathroom.
After coming back from the restroom, she heard a colleague say that a mother and daughter had just bought a lot of things. She looked over curiously and recognized their profiles even if they turned into ashes. They were actually Ma Xiu Lan and Zhao Xingmin.
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have been lazy. Maybe I could have asked Ma Xiu Lan to let them follow her, and even asked Ma Xiu Lan to buy her a new dress.
When she saw Zhao Xingye in the evening, she couldn't help but tell him about this: "
Mom, he must have been speculating, otherwise how could he have so much money to buy clothes."
"You were asked to report it, but you didn't. Look how well they are doing now."
"Why don't we report her now? She's not helping us with the kids anyway."
Zhao Xingye glared at her:
"Can you use some brains? Now that the new policy has come out, there's no point in reporting her for selling things. You might as well think about how to get along well with Mom and Third Sister."
Zhang Zhaodi was scolded and suppressed her grievances. Why didn't he just get along well with his mother and sister and let her do it?
But because Zhao Xingye has a bright future, she can only agree:
"I'll go get some good food for Third Sister and ask her to say something nice about us in front of Mom."
Zhao Xingye nodded. His mother was too difficult to deal with. His third sister was easier to talk to.
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