When Fan Jin heard Shui Qing's idea, his first reaction was that it was feasible.
He praised, "Shuiqing, you reacted so quickly! How come I didn't think of that?"
Shuiqing wanted to be modest, but she still felt pleased to be praised.
"It just so happens that He Shou Wu will be out of stock tomorrow, I'll go to the bookstore and ask," Fan Jin said immediately.
Shui Qing agreed: "Since the quality is good, the price shouldn't be too low."
"How many should I bring? There are bound to be bookstores where I can negotiate a deal. I was thinking of buying a batch first."
Shuiqing is now eager to cash out some of the money in the mall.
The weather is gradually getting colder. It rarely snows in Shanshui Village in winter, but what if it snows this year?
Besides, even if it doesn't snow, the temperature can still drop to zero. If we expect to live in a thatched hut that's hot in summer and cold in winter, we'll suffer terribly.
"Bring fifty of each size (large, medium, and small)?" The wholesale price of one hundred and fifty calligraphy brushes is only 135 yuan, which is so cheap that it's practically free.
Shui Qing also doubted whether this could really make money.
He immediately rejected the idea, convinced that it was bound to make money.
Fan Jin replied, "Alright, I'll say it's my wife's craft. If we can reach a long-term supply agreement, we'll deliver one hundred pieces each of large, medium, and small sizes every seven days. How about that?"
Shui Qing quickly did the math: if each brush cost 130 coins on average, then 300 brushes would cost 39 taels!
She looked excitedly at Fan Jin, who smiled knowingly and said softly, "Thirty-nine taels in seven days. Maybe we can build a brick and tile courtyard house next month."
After all, one could earn 156 taels of silver a month.
Suddenly having enough money to build a house, Shuiqing was overjoyed.
"Alright, you can go tomorrow. By the way, the oxcart is rented, right? When you have some money tomorrow, you can also go and buy an ox."
"Buy cattle?" Fan Jin thought he had misheard. Weren't they talking about selling calligraphy brushes to build houses? How did they get to buying cattle?
“Yes, look, we have to carry rice back every day, hundreds of kilograms at a time. How can we do that without an oxcart?”
Renting an oxcart every day is not only troublesome but also expensive; it's better to just buy an ox yourself.
It will be more convenient to go out in the future. Putting everything else aside, I'm going to Niutou Town for the market the day after tomorrow, and I can visit my parents and brother. Who will carry the things I'm bringing?
"The three older children are fine, but what if the younger ones, Fanhe and Fanhu, can't walk anymore? Who will carry them?" Shuiqing analyzed meticulously.
Living in the countryside, especially in places where everything is done on foot or by carrying things by hand, having an oxcart is incredibly good.
If there is a flood or drought later, it will be convenient to transport people and goods.
Fan Jin didn't need to be persuaded at all; he immediately agreed: "Alright, I'll go check tomorrow. I estimate an ox will cost twelve or thirteen taels of silver, and a cart will cost around one or two taels of silver."
We must negotiate a good price for the 150 calligraphy brushes tomorrow.
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The village of Shanshui was noisy early in the morning.
"Old village chief, Zhang the Bald is doing something awful! You have to do something about it!"
"He insisted on causing trouble yesterday, and people refused to accept his things. Now, he's not going to exchange them himself, and he's going to make sure none of us can exchange them either!"
The old village chief frowned deeply as he listened intently to the villagers vying to complain about him.
Li Changlin, who was listening nearby, understood and summarized: "So, it means that Zhang the Bald picked the chicken rice cakes but didn't bring them home, and just threw them into the lake or pond?"
The villagers nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, there are only a few people in his family. He can't possibly peel all the skins. It would be too heavy for him to take them back, and it would take up too much time for him to go back and forth."
My youngest son saw it, and he started picking and throwing things away!
"They're trying to make sure none of us get a replacement."
"He's usually incredibly lazy, but now he's surprisingly diligent in doing something that harms others and doesn't benefit himself!"
Li Changlin looked at his grandfather, wondering how to handle such a situation.
"Where is Zhang the Bald?" the old village chief asked, looking up.
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