Chapter 110 Mom, I pick up garbage to support you. 12

After leaving the timber market, Yao Rong did not go home immediately, but went straight to a nearby newsstand, where she bought a bottle of water and chatted with the staff of the newsstand.

On the recommendation of the staff, she bought a few newspapers, stamps and envelopes.

When she returned home, Jiang Fanyue was writing something.

Yao Rong did not disturb her. She sat in the yard alone and flipped through the newspapers to get a general understanding of the positioning and sections of each newspaper.

After flipping through the newspapers in her hand, Yao Rong went into the house again and found the fairy tales that Sun Taotao had borrowed.

These days, many publishing houses will attach a call for submissions on the last page of a book when publishing it.

Yao Rong looked through it and indeed found the solicitation information of two publishing houses.

Jiang Fanyue was tired of writing. She looked up and noticed that Yao Rong was copying the information of the publishing house: "Mom, what are you doing?"

Yao Rong maintained her original writing habit, and her handwriting was very clumsy: "Didn't you say you wanted to make money? I'm helping you collect information about the publishing house."

Jiang Fanyue put down the pen and moved her wrist: "Isn't it too early? Maybe it won't be used in a short time."

Although she has built up confidence in writing, she is still very awed by the matter of publishing, and thinks that her current level is far behind.

"How can it be used?"

Yao Rong disagreed.

"Have you forgotten what Taotao's mother said? She said that the story of "Grandpa Big Tree" can be submitted. Taotao's mother graduated from a famous university and is well-informed. What she said must be right."

"Besides, it's just a try. If it succeeds, we will definitely be very happy. If it doesn't, we will continue to work hard. Anyway, it's just a few cents of stamps that are wasted."

Jiang Fanyue thought so too.

You can't just give up without even trying.

She moved to Yao Rong's side and picked a publishing house with Yao Rong.

The two of them picked for a long time and chose Changjin Publishing House, which belongs to this city.

Changjin Publishing House is the largest publishing house in the province. In addition to books and magazines, it also prints newspapers.

The Ontario Weekly it produces is the best-selling newspaper in the province.

And there happens to be a column about family affection in the Ontario Weekly.

As a native of the province, Jiang Fanyue certainly hopes that her articles can be published in the newspapers of the province so that more people from her hometown can see them.

Coincidentally, in the original plot, when Jiang Fanyue was desperate, she sent a letter and manuscript to this publishing house. Unfortunately, she died of illness before she could get a reply from the publishing house.

Choosing this publishing house now can be regarded as renewing this relationship.

"Then this one?" Yao Rong asked.

Jiang Fanyue nodded: "I will rewrite and revise the story according to the requirements of the call for submissions."

A few days later, Jiang Fanyue put the submission letter into the mailbox and set up a stall with Yao Rong in the old place.

Zhao Zong squatted in front of the stall, looking left and right, touching, full of curiosity.

Yao Rong was receiving other guests and could not spare time to greet Zhao Zong for the time being. Zhao Zong sat down next to Jiang Fanyue with a small stool in his arms and took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket.

"Yueyue, eat some?"

Jiang Fanyue saw that he wanted to ask her some questions. This chocolate was like a bribe to bring the two closer together, so he pursed his lips and smiled, and took it over: "Thank you, Uncle Zhao, if you have anything you want to know, just ask me directly."

Zhao Zong coughed, and did not expect that a little girl would see through his thoughts.

But Jiang Fanyue's words really hit the mark for Zhao Zong.

He began to ask about various details.

Jiang Fanyue answered very carefully, and occasionally added some points that Zhao Zong did not ask.

"Can you make toys too?" Zhao Zong asked.

"I just help out, I'm not very good at it."

"Didn't your mother teach you carpentry?" Zhao Zong asked curiously.

Nowadays, people with crafts in the family are very particular about the son inheriting the father's business.

Just like his father, he always wanted him to learn carpentry, but he was really a piece of rotten wood in this area, and even his father, an old carpenter who had been immersed in it for decades, couldn't carve well.

Jiang Fanyue's smile was full of pride: "I also wanted to learn it at the beginning, and help her in the future, but she asked me to choose something I really love to learn, so I don't have to waste time on this thing."

Zhao Zong: "..."

Zhao Zong almost became sour as a lemon spirit.

Why isn't his father so open-minded?

"But you are so young, do you have something you love?"

Jiang Fanyue nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes."

Zhao Zong was dragged by the child: "I don't have one yet."

Jiang Fanyue patted his arm to comfort him: "I can see that Uncle Zhao likes to do some challenging things and is very good at socializing. You just haven't found a direction to work hard for the time being."

When Yao Rong sent the guests away and turned around to look over, he heard Zhao Zong grabbing Jiang Fanyue's arm and saying that he had met a soulmate.

Yao Rong: "..."

Zhao Zong noticed Yao Rong's eyes, and quickly let go of Jiang Fanyue's arm, and put on a serious look again: "Sister Yao, are you done?"

"I'm done. Yueyue just introduced the basic situation to you. Do you have anything else to ask?"

In the past few days, Zhao Zong carefully consulted Mr. Zhao and got a lot of advice from him.

He had detailed communication with Yao Rong in advance on some issues that might cause conflicts.

After both parties reached a consensus, Zhao Zong said: "There is another very important thing, which is about trademarks and brand names."

If Yao Rong sets up a stall to do small business, it doesn't matter whether to register trademarks and brand names.

However, if you want to expand production and turn the toy business into a brand business, you must implement various formal processes so that repeat customers will recognize this brand and make their purchases in the future.

Zhao Zong was worried that Yao Rong didn't know the importance of it, and was thinking about explaining it in detail. Yao Rong took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and after unfolding it, there was a circular icon drawn on it.

Inside was a baby elephant with a long nose.

"This is the icon I designed. Take a look at it."

Zhao Zong and Jiang Fanyue leaned over, looking surprised.

Zhao Zong was surprised because he didn't expect Yao Rong to consider it so comprehensively.

Jiang Fanyue was surprised because she guessed Yao Rong's intention of using the image of a baby elephant as a trademark.

"As for the brand name, how about calling it Fairy Tale World?"

Zhao Zong was stunned, repeated the brand name twice, and raised his thumb: "This name is vivid enough."

A world with all kinds of toys is a fairy tale world, isn't it.

"I have prepared sixty sets of toys. Please send them out in the next few days, and I will be responsible for registering the trademark and recruiting people to expand production. Do you think it's okay?"

The autumn wind was howling and the temperature was cold, but Zhao Zong was so excited that his face turned red.

He clearly realized that the opportunity he had been waiting for had really come.

Such a big man who has both professional ability and management and operation ability, and can think three steps ahead, was actually embraced by him.

Oh my God, he, Zhao Zong, is finally going to be successful!

So at this time, how can he say no, he will definitely do his best to do everything to the best of his ability.

Zhao Zong left heroically.

It has to be said that although his temper is a bit noisy, his brain is really smart.

The group with the greatest demand for toys must be children.

Zhao Zong took the toys and went to several elementary schools in the city.

He originally wanted to cooperate with convenience stores.

Elementary school students often come to convenience stores to buy some snacks after school. If they like a toy, they might spend their own pocket money to buy it.

But after standing in front of the convenience store and observing for a long time, Zhao Zong gave up.

The convenience store is too small, and the items sold are all dimes, and there are very few items that cost one dollar. Even if he can convince the boss to agree to consignment, it is impossible to consign too many at one time.

In this way, the toys are too scattered, which is not conducive to subsequent management.

And how much pocket money do elementary school students have?

In the toy business, the real target is not the pocket money of elementary school students, but the money in the pockets of adults.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zong's eyes rolled, and he drove his tricycle to a famous kindergarten in the city and went straight to a supermarket not far from the kindergarten.

Half an hour later, the boss and Zhao Zong moved toys in.

The tricycle was instantly half empty.

As for the remaining half of the toys, Zhao Zong did not send them to other kindergartens, but to a bookstore and a coffee shop.

As a parent, it is normal to take your children to a bookstore on weekends and buy one for your children when you see a new style of toys.

Nowadays, people who like to go to coffee shops are all petty bourgeoisie people, and these people are basically married. It is normal for them to buy one for their children or even themselves when they see a new style of toys.

Of course, this is just Zhao Zong's superficial idea, and the toys may not be sold in the end.

But it doesn't matter.

These attempts will not cause any losses.

And through these attempts, he can slowly locate the consumer groups, and then more accurately place toys in the future.

At the same time, Yao Rong came to the Trademark Office.

Changjin City encourages entrepreneurship, so the relevant procedures have been green-lit all the way, and it only took some time for Yao Rong to complete the trademark registration.

She returned to the village and went to the village chief's house with the cakes she bought.

The village chief's family all sat around the charcoal brazier and warmed themselves by the fire.

"Boss, boss's wife, have you found a part-time job?" The village chief asked his eldest son.

Now that the work in the field is done, and there is still some time before the Chinese New Year, Ruirui's parents certainly cannot stay at home all the time, but have to go to the town to find some odd jobs.

Ruirui's father said: "It's not easy to find odd jobs these days. I plan to go to the city to ask tomorrow."

The village head's wife sighed: "If you didn't stay in the village..."

Ruirui's mother shook her head: "Mom, what are you talking about. We live in the village and earn less, but it's not as hard as my brother-in-law and others."

If life is not difficult, who would be willing to leave their hometown and work hard outside.

For example, the third son and his wife sent Miaomiao back to their hometown after giving birth to Miaomiao, and they were reluctant to buy tickets to go home and reunite with their children during the Chinese New Year.

The village chief's wife shook her head, with a look of sadness on her face: "When will our place get rid of poverty?"

The village chief didn't say anything, just kept smoking his homemade cigarettes.

What's more terrifying than poverty is that poverty is being passed down from generation to generation.

They were poor in their lifetime, their children are also poor in this lifetime, and their grandchildren...

It's also difficult to escape the fate of poverty.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the yard.

Seeing Yao Rong coming, Ruirui's mother stood up and wanted to give her her seat: "You sit down, I'll go get you a bowl of water."

Yao Rong handed the cakes in his hand to the village chief's wife, looked at the village chief, and said straight to the point: "Uncle, I want to ask you for a favor."

The trademark has been registered, and the small workshop can be opened.

Yao Rong plans to rent an abandoned warehouse in the village and open a small workshop there.

As for the employees, they will be recruited directly from the village.

Many elderly people in the village can do carpentry. Maybe they are not as good as professionals, but they can handle some simple things.

The employees recruited will be responsible for processing parts, and she will be responsible for designing toy drawings and the final assembly.

The wages are not fixed, but are charged by piece.

The emphasis is on more work , more pay.

Hearing what Yao Rong said, the village chief, Ruirui's father and others were all shocked.

It was the village chief who came to his senses first.

"Are you really going to hire people from the village to do the work?"

"Most of the people in the village are elderly, their eyesight is blurry, and their health is not very good. Will this delay your work?"

He said this out of consideration for Yao Rong, without any other selfish motives.

Yao Rong nodded and smiled, "I have thought about it. I am not worried that the uncles and aunts can't do the work. I am worried that they are too capable and don't take care of their bodies in order to make more parts."

According to her estimation, as long as they are diligent, employees can basically earn 1.5 yuan a day.

That is 45 yuan a month.

You know, the teachers at Jixiang Middle School only earn 90 yuan a month.

The village chief smiled, and even the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out with joy: "If you are willing to open a factory in the village and hire villagers to work, I can help you with everything else."

Yao Rong hurriedly thanked the village chief.

"As for the warehouse rent..." The village chief considered.

"Don't give me a discount, just pay as much as it should be." Yao Rong didn't need the money, and most importantly, "Although this income is not much, it can be used to repair roads and do construction in the village."

Some things can be ignored if you can't see them.

Since you can see them and have the ability to do it, Yao Rong will not stand idly by.

She said that she wanted to create a fairy tale world for Yueyue.

This fairy tale world naturally includes the place where Yueyue lives.

The village chief knew the villagers by heart and quickly reported a list of people who knew carpentry to Yao Rong.

No more, no less, just four.

The same number as Yao Rong wanted to hire.

Ruirui's mother sat next to them and looked at Ruirui's father. They both felt it was a pity.

If they learned carpentry and could help out in a small workshop, they wouldn't have to do odd jobs outside.

But they just couldn't.

With their temperaments, they couldn't ask Yao Rong to open a back door.

Just when the couple felt like giving up, Yao Rong turned her head and asked Ruirui's father if he believed her.

"If you believe me, you can apply for a truck driver's license. Then come and deliver the goods for me."

Ruirui's father was stunned and subconsciously pondered Yao Rong's suggestion.

After a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, then I won't do odd jobs in the future. I'll apply for a driver's license."

This was not just out of trust in Yao Rong.

No matter what, what you learn is yours.

Ruirui's mother was not left behind by Yao Rong.

Yao Rong wanted to ask her to clean the warehouse, pack toys, and cook lunch for several employees every day.

"There are not many people in the factory now, so you have to do more things. When there are more people in the factory, you only need to be responsible for purchasing. Do you think it's okay?"

Ruirui's mother said excitedly: "Yes, this is great."

The village is not big. Yao Rong had just left the village chief's house when the news spread throughout the village.

Many people ran to the village chief's house, or ran to Yao Rong's house, asking if this was true.

After repeated confirmation, many people regretted that they did not learn carpentry well before.

But Yao Rong promised them that if the business was better in the future, he would definitely recruit more people.

"Everyone in the village has helped my mother and I a lot. It's hard to decide who to hire. It's better to hire whoever has the ability. This way, everyone will be convinced.

Don't you think so?" Yao Rong's words were very open and frank.

To be honest, when people saw Yao Rong's business was so prosperous at first, some people felt unbalanced and got jealous.

But now that Yao Rong has become successful, he still remembers to help the villagers. Those who got jealous have calmed down, fearing that their complaints would be heard by Yao Rong and Yao Rong would not choose his family when recruiting again.

In short, with the help of the village chief, Yao Rong quickly completed the formalities and rented the right to use the warehouse.

In order to start work immediately, the four employees and Ruirui's parents all ran to help clean the warehouse.

Yao Rong called Zhao Zong and asked him to help her buy tools, wood and some raw materials, and then have the bus take them to the town.

"Remember the money first, I'll settle with you next time we meet."

Zhao Zong was happy on the other end of the phone: "This is a big business, my dad will be so happy."

Three hours later, Yao Rong got all the things.

She drove the borrowed tricycle back and forth several times before transporting all the things needed for the factory.

The village was rarely so lively, and many elderly people came with their children to join in the fun, and finally rolled up their sleeves to join the queue to help.

For a while, this gloomy village seemed to be injected with vitality by a small workshop with only six employees, and it came alive again.

Jiang Fanyue took Yao Ruirui and Yao Miaomiao to sit on the ridge of the field, looking at the scene from afar.

"Sister Yueyue, why are you so happy?" Yao Miaomiao asked curiously.

Obviously, opening a workshop has nothing to do with most people.

"Because they see hope." Jiang Fanyue smiled with her eyes curved.

She knows this feeling.

When she and her mother set up a stall for the first time and earned 256 yuan, she behaved like this.

256 yuan can't make a family's life better. What

if there are 256 yuan every market day?

Life will start to have hope.

Yao Miaomiao didn't quite understand the meaning behind this. She sat there blankly for a long time, and suddenly turned to whisper in Yao Ruirui's ear: "If Aunt Rong recruits again, will my father and mother no longer have to work outside?"

Yao Ruirui said: "Probably."

Yao Miaomiao put her hands together, and imitated the story Jiang Fanyue told her, muttering to herself: "Wishing mirror, wishing mirror, I want to use all the snacks and toys in my life to exchange for Aunt Rong's factory to become bigger and bigger."

The warehouse hadn't been cleaned up yet, but Jiang Fanyue came to greet him with a farewell.

Her first good friend, Sun Taotao, was going back to the capital with her parents.

Upon hearing the news, Yao Rong took time out to accompany Jiang Fanyue to the train station to see Sun Taotao and his family off.

Sun Taotao held Jiang Fanyue's hand, her eyes red, and her face full of reluctance: "Sister Yueyue must not forget me."

"I will. You should not forget me either."

Jiang Fanyue did not cry. She smiled and stuffed the farewell gift - a notebook with the words "Grandpa Dashu left in winter" - into Sun Taotao's hands.

Sun Taotao flipped it open, tears still hanging in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face: "I will share this story with the children in the kindergarten when I go back, so that they will all envy me."

Jiang Fanyue told him about the submission.

Sun Taotao exclaimed: "Then I'm going to buy lots and lots of newspapers, and then give one to the kids and teachers in the kindergarten."

Yao Rong smiled: "Do you have that much pocket money?"

Sun Taotao suddenly had an idea: "I won't buy toys and fairy tales books for a while, and I'll have the money I save." Mu

Shulan stepped forward and hugged Sun Taotao, handing him a letter: "Yueyue, this is your aunt's address and phone number. We should keep in touch more in the future. I will bring Taotao back to play with you every New Year."

She had already lost the most important person and could not repeat the same mistake. She felt that her mother still had a lot of time.

Jiang Fanyue put it away solemnly: "I will write to Taotao often in the future."

Mu Shulan smiled and said, "Taotao's storybooks are too heavy. We don't plan to take them back. His cousin doesn't like to read them. If it's convenient, can you go to his grandmother's house with your mother and take those storybooks away?"

Jiang Fanyue was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised her head, and bumped into Mu Shulan's gentle and smiling eyes.

"Thank you, Aunt Mu." She whispered.

"Thank you for what." Mu Shulan touched Jiang Fanyue's soft hair and sighed in her heart. Although her son was obedient, her daughter was indeed more fragrant and soft.

The train arrived at the station. Many passengers picked up their luggage and squeezed into the car. Sun Taotao's family was also leaving.

Sun Taotao was dragged onto the train by his parents.

The whistle sounded and the train slowly went away.

Sun Taotao leaned on the window and suddenly shouted to Jiang Fanyue who was still watching him:

"Sister Yueyue, you must insist on creating a fairy tale world!"

The wind whistled into his throat, and he didn't know if Jiang Fanyue heard what he said.

Soon, his eyes curved up, as if reflecting a pool of clear spring water.

He saw that Jiang Fanyue, who was standing in place, raised her arms above her head, bent her elbows, and made a gesture similar to nodding.