"Last time I went there, didn't I bring a few jars of side dishes made by grandma? Now that I've opened a hot pot restaurant, I sell these side dishes as a dish in the store. Now the pickled radish, spicy kimchi and spiced dried tofu are in short supply. This time, I want to ask grandma to make more and ship them to the capital."
Jiang Yilu explained his purpose: "I want a lot. The raw materials from our land alone are definitely not enough, so this time I came, I also wanted to find Uncle Mo in the village to tell him that I want to buy peppers, wild onions, ginger, radishes, cabbages... those raw materials for making side dishes. The price per pound is one cent more than what the purchasing station gives."
"Are all the things I brought you last time sold out?"
Old Mrs. Miao asked in surprise. She had brought a large jar of each kind for her grandson. She had not thought that her grandson would sell them, so she prepared enough for him for half a year. But that would probably be about 60 to 70 kilograms in total. All these side dishes were sold out?
"There's still a little left, but not much." When Jiang Yilu came, more than half of the jars of side dishes were already gone. After these days, based on the daily sales, they are probably almost sold out.
This speed is the result of his limited sales of thirty plates per day, so expanding the production scale of side dishes is urgent.
"Everyone can make this, and some people buy it. Are city people stupid?" Old man Jiang muttered a few words. Pickled radishes and spicy cabbages are things that every household in the village will prepare before winter. There are several large jars in the corners of every household, which are used to pickle these side dishes. I have never heard of this thing that there are people rushing to buy it.
"What do you know? It's because I have good craftsmanship. People in the city know what's good, so they naturally want it." Old Mrs. Miao glared at her old man with a hint of satisfaction on her face, then turned to her little grandson and asked, "How much can this thing sell for?"
Not only was the old lady curious, but even Old Man Jiang, who was stern and pretending not to care, couldn't help but turn his head and prick up his ears to listen.
"Just the amount we usually have for meals, a stack..." Jiang Yilu raised a finger.
"One cent, my god, these city people are too rich. They only spend one cent to buy a few bites of side dishes. They must be spending too much money." The old lady covered her chest with her hands, looking frightened.
She was not exaggerating, but the cost of pickled vegetables is very low. Take cabbage for example. The recycling station buys it back at one cent per pound. Sometimes when there are too many cabbages, the price will be lowered. Although the cabbage needs to be seasoned with salt, sugar, chili, pear and other seasonings, these miscellaneous ingredients do not add much money. If you do the math, how much does a pile of spicy cabbage weigh? Three or four taels is the maximum, and the cost is only about three or four cents.
Old Mrs. Miao felt guilty for calling out a price of ten cents, as she wondered if her grandson might sell it too expensively, which would lead to gossip about him.
"It's not a dime, it's a dollar." Jiang Yilu didn't think his stuff was expensive. Good stuff would naturally attract people to buy it. No matter when, people's desire for quality would never change. Now that life is better, everyone is naturally willing to pay a little to satisfy their appetite.
Except for the first three days when side dishes were given away, Jiang Yilu cancelled the event due to a shortage of side dishes and instead sold the side dishes in limited quantities. If you came late, you wouldn't be able to eat them at all.
Many customers come here for the legendary pickled vegetables that make people salivate. Now that Jiang Yilu has created such a gimmick, it is natural that everyone thinks this thing is rare, and it is normal to sell it at this price. Of course, when the production is expanded, the price can be appropriately discounted. After all, pickled vegetables are not rare. Jiang Yilu believes that if the taste remains unchanged, increasing production and lowering prices will only increase profits.
“Some people buy one piece.”
Old Mrs. Miao's voice was shrill and she almost fainted with excitement, holding her chest. My God, how much money does this have to make?
"Nonsense, even a rich landlord wouldn't be so black-hearted."
Although Jiang Cheng was also surprised by the price of the pickled vegetables, he was more angry at his grandson's behavior. Selling worthless pickled vegetables at a sky-high price was obviously bullying the city people because they were ignorant!
Jiang Cheng thought about it, but he felt like something was odd.
The city dwellers who were considered to be ignorant said they felt wronged.
"I have no choice. There are only so many pickled vegetables and everyone is clamoring to eat them. I have already lowered the shipment volume to only 30 plates a day. If the price were cheaper, more people would buy them." Jiang Yiluo comforted his grandfather.
"But I also know that this is wrong, so this time I came here to ask grandma to make more pickles and ship them to the capital. With more pickles, I can naturally lower the price, so that all comrades who want to eat grandma's pickles can taste the deliciousness of grandma's pickles."
Jiang Yilu had a kind expression on his face. "And I also want to take this opportunity to help the uncles, aunts and sisters in the village. I know that the vegetable prices at the recycling station are low, and the vegetables in our village are good, so I will buy them at a higher price. Firstly, once our family starts making pickled vegetables, we may not be able to take care of the food in our own fields. It is simple and convenient to directly collect vegetables from the village. Secondly, it is also a contribution to our Qingshan Village."
Jiang Yilu's words made Jiang Cheng feel particularly comfortable, and his originally somewhat dissatisfied mood was calmed down by his few words.
"Grandpa knows that you have a good nature. Even after you earn money, you don't forget to help the villagers. This is a good descendant of our Jiang family." Jiang Cheng straightened his back, full of satisfaction.
"How much of a bargain this is." Old Mrs. Miao came back to her senses from the huge amount of money that was one dollar a stack, and felt a little distressed for her grandson who just said that if he charged one cent more per catty than the purchasing station, then for hundreds or thousands of catties, how much waste would that be.
"Actually, our family got enough land when our village distributed the land this time. If we work harder, we should be able to grow enough vegetables ourselves." Like her mother-in-law, Gu Dongmei was also reluctant to spend the money her son was talking about for buying vegetables.
The land of Qingshan Village has now been divided up per capita. Except for married daughters, everyone, regardless of gender, age or status, has been allocated three and a half acres of land. As for the quality of the land, it is determined by drawing lots. Old man Jiang from the Jiang family, who drew the lot, was lucky. Except for a few pieces of woodland near the mountain, the rest were fertile fields.
The Jiang family has a large population. In addition to the married Jiang Dani and Jiang Dachuan, who had long since separated, the three of them were allocated 28 mu of land, which is considered a wealthy family in the village. The only problem is that the real labor force is only Jiang Dahai and Gu Dongmei, and the children are studying outside. Fortunately, they are both used to farm work, and their son-in-law Xiang Qianjin will occasionally come to help when he is not working.
When the land was first allocated, Jiang Yiliu advised his family to rent half of the land to families with a small population but a high labor force ratio. However, farmers now treat land as their own property and are reluctant to rent it out. Isn't this the time to become landlords again? Therefore, Jiang Yiliu's words showed no sign of being accepted. He could only watch his parents work hard in the fields.
This is also an opportunity for my parents to relax a little on farm matters.
"Women have long hair and short vision. Is this about money?" Jiang Cheng glared at the two of them. "It seems that our family has lost money, but Xiaobao has helped the villagers so much. In the future, the villagers will remember him. When there is something wrong, the villagers who have benefited will also favor our family."
Jiang Cheng analyzed the situation for them. It was a win-win situation and he supported his grandson in doing so.
"You are the only one who understands these profound principles." The old lady muttered a few words, and Jiang Yilu quickly changed the subject, fearing that the two elderly people who were getting younger and younger would start arguing again.
"It's all thanks to the delicious side dishes my grandma makes, otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep doing business, especially the base of the hot pot. Everyone who has eaten it says it's delicious, and they all come back for more."
Jiang Yilu's words made the old lady smile, and she no longer cared about that penny. Her grandson was capable and made a lot of money, so how could she care less about that penny?
"My demand may be a bit high now. Grandma is old and can't do such heavy work. There are many aunties in the village who are free. Grandma and mom will hire people to do the physical work. We will find those with good character and pay them one dollar a day. I believe the aunties will work harder."
Jiang Yilu didn't want to make his grandmother suffer because of the money-making problem. In fact, the best way now is for someone to learn his grandmother's craft, but who? This is a big problem. Of course, the fewer people who know about this secret recipe, the better. So he had to ensure that the person who learned the craft would not pass on the recipe.
"We are not short of money now, but your health is the most important thing. An old person in the family is like a treasure. You and grandpa are our two treasures. You must live a long life and watch us young people get married and have a bunch of little monkeys."
Jiang Yilu originally thought it would be awkward for him to say this, but after he said it he found that it was not difficult at all. Perhaps, without realizing it, his thoughts had changed.
"Grandma is in good health. When you have children in the future, I can help you take care of your son." The old lady felt warm in her heart. She looked at her little grandson in front of her, her tone full of relief and sobs.
Jiang Cheng was the same. Although he didn't say anything, one could tell from his relaxed brows that he appreciated his grandson's words very much.
"Grandma, keep this money. You will need to buy pickle jars, collect vegetables from the villagers, and hire people. Besides, this recipe is yours, so I was able to run the store with your help. Every dollar we earn will go to you."
Jiang Yilu took out a thick stack of Great Unity notes, which was estimated to be no less than two or three thousand.
"What do you need so much money for? Grandma doesn't need you to give her money. Just live a good life." Old Mrs. Miao refused with a stern face.
"Just keep what Xiaobao gives you." Old man Jiang said. This is his grandson's filial piety, just like they are saving money for their grandson to buy a house, it is all thoughtful.
"Then I will help you save the remaining money and help you find a wife in the future." Old Mrs. Miao thought again. Her grandson was still young and didn't know how to save money. As a grandmother, she just helped her grandson to control the money. Besides, this child was stupid. If he made a fool of himself and gave the money to Dani, she would be too late to cry.
When the old lady thought about it this way, she suddenly felt that it was very necessary for her to accept the money given by her grandson. After all, they were just passing the money from left hand to right hand. The money Xiaobao gave her could not be given away to anyone else because it was all saved for him.
Seeing his grandmother accept the money, Jiang Yilu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He discussed the quantity of goods with his grandfather and entrusted his grandfather with the task of contacting the villagers. Then Jiang Yilu went to the county town to find his brother-in-law Xiang Qianjin.
Before leaving, he secretly gave his parents a few hundred yuan while his grandparents weren't paying attention. He knew his mother would have some ulterior motives, but to be honest, he really didn't have the patience to untie them. He gave his parents money this time to help them, who already had five children and even had a granddaughter but were still not financially independent. On the other hand, he also hoped that his mother would think less about unnecessary things after she had the money.
It's just right now, they respect each other, and he can't take the initiative to get close to them. In this life, his grandparents and his father Jiang Dahai all took the initiative to approach him. Only his mother Gu Dongmei retreated early. As a person who can't let go and forget his past life, he really can't take the initiative to get close to and forgive the cowardly and incompetent mother in his previous life.
Maybe they are just not destined to be mother and son, and it's probably okay for them to just live in this awkward state for the rest of their lives.
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When Jiang Yilu arrived at the machinery factory, Xiang Qianjin was already waiting outside.
"Come, come, let me introduce you. This is my brother-in-law who was admitted to Huaqing University at the age of fourteen and the top scorer in the college entrance examination that year." A tall man in his early thirties walked forward and introduced Jiang Yilu to him.
"This is the driver you asked me to find. He's also your brother-in-law's best friend since childhood. His name is Ouyang Huzi. You can just call him Brother Huzi."
Ouyang...Huzi...the style of this name is a bit strange. Jiang Yiliu looked at the man in front of him with a gentle expression and a simple appearance, thinking in his heart.
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