Medicinal materials revenue hits record high
Zhou Huaiyue was pulled aside by Boss Chen, who took out a package from the bottom of the counter and said mysteriously, "Master Zhou, take a look at this."
As he spoke, Boss Chen took out a piece of it and once again deliberately lowered his voice. He bumped Zhou Huaiyue's shoulder at a volume that only the two of them could hear, "My friend brought this specially for me. He said that it makes men invincible after eating the Golden Gun. It's good for her, and it's good for me too!"
Uh!
My goodness, no wonder Boss Chen has such a strong crush on me, the relationship is because of that thing.
Zhou Huaiyue's face turned red to his ears and his brows wrinkled. As an energetic young man, he could not empathize with the helpless middle-aged man and only felt a little embarrassed.
It is a brownish-brown, black-edged flaky medicinal material with a few yellowish chrysanthemum cores in the middle. It looks like wood chips, but is actually heavy, hard, slightly flexible, and not easy to break. The flesh is oily, has a slight odor, and tastes sweet and slightly bitter.
"How is it? What grade? Is the product correct?" Zhou Huaiyue's knowing expression made Boss Chen even more anxious.
"Very good. This is Cistanche deserticola, commonly known as desert ginseng, produced in Xinjiang and Inner Mongolia. It is a fully parasitic plant without green leaves. It can nourish the kidney yang and improve the essence and blood. It can be soaked in water and drunk."
Hearing what the dictionary of medicinal herbs said, Mr. Chen felt relieved. Although he was in the medicinal herbs business, he had never seen this thing before. If he hadn't met someone who knew about it, he wouldn't dare to put it into his mouth. "Okay, okay. This thing is new, thanks to Master Zhou's wide knowledge. Otherwise, you can take some and try it."
What!
Do I look weak?
Zhou Huaiyue hurriedly pushed the package out, straightened his back unconsciously, and acted like he was doing very well, "I'm fine, I don't need it."
"Young man, you are different." Boss Chen chuckled, put away the package and stuffed it back under the counter.
Seeing the two men acting suspiciously and whispering around the package of herbs, Shen Roujiao was also very curious. She followed them and asked, "What's the difference?"
"The prices are different." Zhou Huaiyue, who was very reasonable just now, suddenly blushed. He looked at the ground covered with medicinal herbs and asked calmly, "Have all the herbs been divided?"
"Hahaha." Boss Chen poked his head out from behind the counter and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Huaiyue as if joking, implying that after all this time you're still a pure-hearted tenor.
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With the guidance of an expert like Zhou Huaiyue, the economic benefits of digging medicinal herbs have doubled. The results of four people in five days were exchanged for a huge sum of 1,864 yuan.
Shen Rushan was so frightened that he walked out of the herbal medicine shop, counting on his fingers. The four of them earned 370 yuan a day, which was almost 100 yuan per person a day.
"Impossible, impossible." He lowered his head and continued to ponder. 1,800 per week for four people, that's more than 7,000 a month. Even if the younger sister goes to school and doesn't help digging herbs, the monthly income will definitely be more than 5,000.
5,000 a month, that’s 10,000 in two months.
Ten thousand yuan household, oh my god!
Shen Rushan sat down on a tree stump by the roadside, his head making a loud bang as if it had hit a roof beam. It was like a dream and extremely unreal.
"Little sister, please pinch me hard. I feel like I'm dreaming!" Shen Rushan stretched out his arm in front of Shen Roujiao, asking her to pinch him to wake him up.
Shen Roujiao gently patted his arm away, stood in the middle of the group, and said to the confused Shen Rushan and the calm Zhou Huaiyue: "Brother Da Wa, Master. I want to discuss something with you."
Zhou Huaiyue snorted coldly, frowned, and said unhappily: "Why, what are you talking about shares again?" She had mentioned this word to him when she said goodbye in the morning, and he was full of questions when he heard it.
"What are shares?" Shen Rushan widened his eyes and looked between his younger sister and Zhou Huaiyue.
"Brother Da Wa, this is it. From now on, the medicinal materials business will be done by the three of us together. Therefore, it's best to make it clear in advance how the money will be divided. This ratio is the share. But what I want to discuss is not this, but the matter of setting up a medicinal materials purchasing station." Shen Roujiao explained diligently and seriously.
"Okay, you say." Shen Rushan sat up straight like an obedient elementary school student. Ever since he knew that digging herbs could make money, he was full of strength.
"It's like this. To run a medicinal material purchasing station, you have to pay cash. When the medicinal materials are delivered, the payment must be settled on the spot. I just asked Boss Chen, and he said that the capital must be at least tens of thousands of yuan. I thought that before the medicinal material purchasing station is established, we will first pay everyone 100 yuan per month. All the income and expenditure will be recorded. After the medicinal material purchasing station is established, we will divide the money according to the shares. I wonder if Master and Big Brother agree."
If we have to say who suffers the loss and who benefits from this arrangement, it would probably be Zhou Huaiyue who has invested in the technology and suffers the most.
After all, how much they earn from digging herbs each time depends entirely on technical guidance, and most people would not be so selfless as to lead them to do this for free.
But Master Zhou is not an ordinary person. He has never thought of making money by digging herbs. The reason why he is willing to go up the mountain to teach is purely because of a promise, a promise to help his apprentice get justice.
As a result, he couldn't stop once he got out of the mountain. He promised the village chief to buy medicinal materials at the station, and this back and forth forced him onto the right path.
"Little sister, I haven't thought about dividing the money. I just want to calculate how much we can earn. We have just started, why should we divide the money?" Shen Rushan waved his hands repeatedly. He finally realized what it meant that there are always people better than you.
In the past, when he made a dozen yuan a month, he would be so happy that he would fall asleep with a smile. Now, when he heard that he could make so much money every month, he couldn't believe it and was in disbelief.
"What else is there in the dictionary in your head?" Zhou Huaiyue didn't care at all about how the money was divided, nor did he care how much he earned on this trip.
He was just curious, curious about what Shen Roujiao was thinking about all day and how she seemed to know too much.
"Hehe, I have a lot more in my mind. When we become bigger in the future, we can build a factory, a very big factory. There will be many workers in the factory, going to get off work and leaving home every day just like my dad. We must work hard to create a big brand that people all over the country know. Like Phoenix bicycles, every household knows and likes it. And..." She described many scenes, scenes that they dared not even dream of.
What Shen Roujiao said that day was deeply engraved in their hearts.
It sounds like a far-away myth, yet it is so vivid and within reach that I feel it will come true.
When Zhou Huaiyue was leaving, he still didn't say goodbye, but just told Shen Roujiao to work hard in the shop.
He is still her teacher and wants her to go further.
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At the ceremony on the first day of school, the principal announced the school's college entrance examination results. Five students from the school took the college entrance examination in 1979, and three of them passed the score line and were admitted to universities, becoming the first batch of college students since the establishment of the school.
Since our college entrance examination results are among the best in the counties and are comparable to several high schools in Xiaonanchuan City, the city leaders will visit our school next week and listen to our work report.
As a member of the county middle school's blackboard newspaper group, Shen Roujiao spent her first week's break time on various blackboards on campus.
Because her handwriting is good, every blackboard has her handwriting.
Mr. Fu, who worked in the bulletin board group, was a 50-year-old man who always wore a dark blue coat. He had heard from other teachers that he had suffered a lot during the Cultural Revolution and had almost been fired several times. He had no wife or children, and he loved writing all his life, writing all kinds of characters, including brush, pen, and chalk. He was good at writing all kinds of characters.
He has always wanted to take Shen Roujiao as his disciple.
Mr. Fu said that her calligraphy has the charm of Huang Tingjian, and is clear, well-organized, and vigorous. If she practices more, she will definitely achieve some success.
In her previous life, Shen Roujiao studied calligraphy for a period of time in elementary school, but she didn’t like it very much. Other children went to tutoring classes, but she followed her mother’s arrangements and went to classes on weekends. Her qualifications were average, not outstanding.
Until the business was successful and the money in my hands was getting more and more, my heart was restless and I couldn't sleep every night.
Once, the female boss she worked with invited Shen Roujiao to her home. In the study, she saw the powerful clothing tycoon, as quiet as an orchid, writing every stroke devoutly, as if he had completely changed into a different person, elegant and noble.
After that, she also became fascinated with calligraphy, especially Huang Tingjian.
She has been writing for many years. She regards calligraphy as a tool to relax herself and likes to immerse herself in it and forget about everything.
So, rather than saying that she likes calligraphy, it is better to say that she likes to be alone without being disturbed.
"Mr. Fu, please help me look at this picture." After school that day, Shen Roujiao took Zhou Huaiyue's painting to the teacher.
Teacher Fu, who was writing the school's work performance in small regular script, stopped writing and took the painting from Shen Roujiao's hand.
The painting was spread on the desk, with paper weights pressed on the four corners. Teacher Fu took out a pair of round-framed glasses from the drawer, put them on, and looked closely at the painting for a long time before saying slowly, "Although the artist is young, he has learned from the best, dating back to the Song and Yuan dynasties and down to the Ming and Qing dynasties. Although his brushwork is mostly from the ancient times, it has a flourishing aura, rich and lively, and is rare! It's just a pity,"
The gentleman took off his glasses, pointed at the painting, and looked at Shen Roujiao, who looked anxious. "It's a pity that it lacks some words and spirit."
"Yes, Mr. Fu, I think so too. Otherwise, you can give him a word." Shen Roujiao came here for this matter. She wanted to use this painting as a stepping stone to get things done, so naturally she couldn't neglect it.
Her paintings were decent, but her calligraphy was lacking, so she turned her attention to Mr. Fu.
"This painting has to match your calligraphy. Look, the flowers, plants, trees and rocks are full of tranquility and little movement. If you write Huang Tingjian's calligraphy, it can just add a bit of unrestrained and unrestrained feeling and make the movement and stillness flow." Mr. Fu spoke very logically, but he had no intention of picking up the brush.
"But my handwriting is far inferior to my master's paintings." Shen Roujiao was afraid that her handwriting would be bad, so she hesitated for several times before she dared to start writing.
"Your master's painting! It needs to be painted by you, the apprentice. The fate of master and apprentice has come." Mr. Fu couldn't help feeling a little regretful. The good seedling he discovered was snatched away by others. He had to sigh: they were not destined to be together.
A few days later, Shen Roujiao bought a copy of Huang Tingjian's calligraphy at a used book stall and practiced for two or three hours every night. Finally, she found some confidence and wrote on Zhou Huaiyue's painting: about the medicinal uses of wolfberry and selfheal; named it Ganqi Ziying; signed it Huaiyue.
After finishing, she heaved a sigh of relief, patted her chest and said anxiously, "It's okay, it's okay, my handwriting is finally worthy of my master's painting. I just hope Master Zhou won't be angry after seeing it. Besides, he probably won't be able to see it."