Guo Youchui cheered up: "One yuan per pound, all fresh melons picked from my own fields!"
The old lady was stunned for a moment, then curled her lips and said, "It's only 60 cents in the supermarket."
After saying that, he was about to leave.
Guo Youchui quickly pulled him back and said, "Don't worry, Liumao, right?
This is my first business, if you want it, I’ll give it to you for 60 cents.”
Guo Youchui's wife also chimed in, "Auntie, our melons are local and very sweet.
The watermelons in the supermarket are big, dumb watermelons from other places, and they’re not as delicious as this one.”
The old lady was a little hesitant at first, but she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll buy some to try!"
"Okay, how much do you want?" Seeing that business was finally opening up, Guo Youchui's voice suddenly rose octaves.
The old lady spent a long time picking and choosing melons from the cart, and finally pointed at one that looked good and said, "This is it."
Guo Youchui was stunned: "You only want one?"
"Then how many more do you want me to order? Buy more after you finish eating!"
"this……"
In the end, the old lady left with a melon in her hand. Guo Youchui held the few dollars he earned from selling the melon in his hand, feeling a little uncomfortable.
In rural areas, watermelons are sold in bags, and people sell hundreds of kilograms at a time.
Soon, a few residents of the community came out to sell melons, but only one or two at a time.
Guo Youchui sold melons for a long time, but the number of melons in his cart did not decrease.
Suddenly, someone said, "The urban management is here."
Guo Youchui was shocked and stopped selling the melons. He drove away.
It wasn't until I ran five blocks and realized no one was chasing me that I felt a little relieved.
Set up a stall and continue selling.
This time there were no external interference until the evening, and since he lowered the price to 60 cents, business was pretty good.
But by ten o'clock in the evening, there was no one left on the street, and only one-third of the goods had been sold.
In other words, it would take him three days to sell out all the melons in this truck.
He took out a quilt from the car and spread it on the ground. Tired after a day of work, Guo Youchui fell asleep as soon as he lay down.
He continued the next day, but his luck was not good today. He was chased away by the urban management several times and only sold half of it by the evening.
After lighting a cigarette, Guo Youchui and Tong Kong were filled with despair.
It turns out that this approach doesn't work.
At 60 cents a pound, plus the distance and lengthy sales time, it's simply not worth it.
You have to know that he has 120,000 kilograms of watermelons, and the sales cycle of these watermelons is only 45 days.
That is to say, an average of 3,300 kilograms are sold per day.
Even if his tractor was overloaded, it could only carry 2,000 kilograms at a time.
Throwing the cigarette butt directly on the ground, Guo Youchui said to his wife, "Go back!"
Wife: "But... there's still half a car full of melons!"
"Drive it outside the city and find a place to dump it."
If I take it back and sell it for 1.5 cents, it’s not even enough to cover the gas money, so I might as well just throw it away.
My wife really wants to say that we should save food. These melons were grown one by one by the two of us with great effort.
But seeing her husband's dejected and helpless look, she finally didn't say anything.
The third morning.
Guo Youchui drove out of the city and found a ditch to dispose of the melons in the car.
Suddenly, a Wuling magic car stopped beside us, and the driver of the magic car handed us a cigarette: "Hey, fellow!"
Guo Youchui took it and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Can you tell me how to get to the Aixinzhunong fruit wine production base?"
Guo Youchui was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"
"Love helps farmers with fruit wine production base."
"I don't know."
"Don't you know? Don't confuse me."
The driver of the magic car pointed at the melons on his car and said, "Aren't you sending these to the production base? Do you really think I don't know?"
At this point, the other party suddenly lowered his voice and said, "We are all from the same hometown. You can't keep good things to yourself.
The Love to Help Farmers Fruit Wine Production Base is harvesting watermelons, 70 cents per pound, and we will buy as many as we can.
You sell yours and I sell mine, it doesn't affect anything!"
Guo Youchui smiled bitterly, "But I really don't know where the production base of the Aixinzhunguo fruit wine you mentioned is?"
"Hey, you bastard, you're still smoking my cigarette, get out of here!"
The driver of the magic car left cursing. Guo Youchui was about to bend down to move the melons and throw them into the ditch when he suddenly froze.
Because he suddenly heard the other party's words:
The Love to Help Farmers Fruit Wine Production Base is harvesting watermelons, 70 cents per pound.
How much...how much...
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