"It's freezing cold here, the ground is rock hard, what can we possibly do?"
"We're counting on pine nuts to still be able to do something with them."
The village chief felt that his source of income had been robbed, and he was filled with resentment.
Xu Zhenting is really something else; I've never seen such a disgusting person.
The villagers had been working hard to make a living during the winter, but he went against them in every way, causing the village to lose so many fish.
Now that everyone's making money, hey, they were all red-hot before, but now they're all black-hot.
It's black and oozing black water!
The village chief's frustration transformed into a surge of energy; it wasn't so much a refusal to admit defeat, but rather a surge of determination.
He pulled Lin Mo back to his home and found the tattered coordination sheet that had been clutched tightly.
While staring intently at the screen, he muttered to Lin Mo, no longer caring about keeping it a secret:
"Look at all this stuff, is there anything else you can mess with?"
Wu Ji is at home right now; he'll be eighteen after the New Year.
He knew in his heart that his father was taking such a big risk, which outsiders might think was greedy for money, but in reality, it was all for his own benefit.
"Dad, it's winter, don't make things difficult for me. It's not like I have any serious illness." Wu Ji saw his father getting all worked up and couldn't bring himself to say anything to express his concern, but he was heartbroken.
Wu Fengshou raised his cold eyes and glanced at him, his eyes conveying a reprimand that said, "Don't interrupt."
He didn't know what else to say, nor did he know what to say.
Lin Mo read the list from beginning to end.
Potatoes were 2 cents a pound, sweet potatoes were 1.5 cents a pound, and soybeans were 6 cents a pound...
These basic agricultural products are priced by the cent, so you don't make much money from them. We only pay three cents a pound for potatoes at the agricultural and sideline food factory.
Besides agricultural products, there are also some valuable items on the list—
Regular mountain honey costs 2 yuan per jin (500g).
Black bee honey costs 3 yuan per jin (500g).
Locust honey is 5 yuan per jin (500g).
Locust honey? There are no locust trees in Northeast China, that's ridiculous.
Besides honey, there are also some agricultural by-products, such as meat jelly, fur, pine nuts, and dried mushrooms.
The highest-priced dried mushroom offered was called "Maojian mushroom," which was priced at 50 yuan per jin (500 grams).
But the more Lin Mo looked at it, the more he felt that the village chief's approach was somewhat unfair.
Others may not know the ropes, but we certainly do.
The hairy mushroom has a nickname, "golden mushroom," meaning its price is comparable to that of gold.
Moreover, they don't want fresh mushrooms, but dried ones.
It takes ten pounds of fresh produce to dry less than one pound, which means you only get five yuan per pound.
Anyway, the more Lin Mo looked at it, the more he felt that the price was really low.
We might as well think of other ways.
The fact that Xu Zhenting was so confident in seizing the goods shows that he had figured out the right way to do it, which was nothing more than going through the county.
They wanted to use price to crush the village chief and use their connections in the county to block us.
Then we'll have to find another way—
It's time to take a long trip.
"Village chief, please keep this list," Lin Mo handed the list back to the village chief.
“We’re not in a rush. It’s winter now, and once it starts snowing in a few days, it won’t be easy to go into the mountains.”
"When it snows, everything is white, and even if you know the area well, you can easily get lost, which is quite dangerous."
"Let's take it easy for a few days and let me think about it. We can talk about it in detail later."
After saying that, Lin Mo took his leave.
The village chief was still standing there alone, his head swollen to two sizes.
Because he can't afford to delay.
The pine nuts are all planned several days in advance. Every time we go to the county to deliver them, we have to let them know the weight for the next trip.
I already told the county government that I can deliver at least 5,000 jin tomorrow.
Now that we've been robbed of the offer, what are we going to send over tomorrow? Empty-handed with a bunch of bananas?
No matter how much the list says "overall planning," it's still just business at heart.
Business must be conducted with integrity.
One breach of trust could cut off half of your path.
...
Lin Mo returned home, only to find the TV cable had been unplugged, and the pine nuts were suddenly selling for a higher price.
The villagers all went home to work hard to peel the last of the pine nuts.
However, Carpenter Su was still there, as was Su Xiaoxiao, who was helping her father walk around the wooden shed.
"The shopkeepers know to use firebricks to build walls, but why is this TV viewing shed outside so cramped and ugly? It's not only rudimentary, but also incredibly ugly."
"Although this can provide enough space, it can't block the wind but it can keep out the rain."
"But this isn't very sturdy; a cold front could blow it off any day."
Carpenter Su pointed and criticized Lin Mo's wooden shed, finding fault with everything he saw.
It was as if the store belonged to him, and he was putting all his effort into making it his own.
"Uncle Su, what do you think we should do?" Lin Mo stepped forward and asked with a smile.
During the inquiry, Lin Mo felt that Su the carpenter's eyes were clear and bright, as if some kind of longing had finally come to fruition.
“In my opinion, there’s no need to deliberately set the awning lower just to make the shop more noticeable from the outside, so as not to obstruct the shop’s entrance,” Carpenter Su said, offering his opinion without any hesitation.
"Just stack these wooden sheds together with firebricks, and hang the shop sign even further out. Wouldn't that make it brighter and more spacious?"
Carpenter Su walked over to the remaining firebricks, picked one up, and weighed it in his hand:
"This is made of clay, right? It would take about a ton of coal to fire three thousand bricks. A ton of coal costs sixty yuan, which isn't much."
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