Lin Qingqing and Zhou Zhuo had lunch in the county town and went directly to Xiaoma Village in the afternoon. The pears were ripe, and the villagers were very happy to hear that they could be sold for money this year.
Lin Qingqing told everyone that she showed the samples she picked to the manufacturer, who was very satisfied.
She and Village Chief Ma agreed to come and collect pears early tomorrow morning. They would start with 4,000 kilograms on the first day and then increase the amount depending on the situation.
Village chief Ma and the villagers became anxious when they heard this. Four thousand catties was too little. The pear orchard produced three thousand catties per mu, and two hundred mu should have at least six hundred thousand catties. They only produced four thousand catties a day. If they continued like this, it would take forever to harvest all the pears. If things went wrong, the pears would rot in the fields like last year!
Some villagers even said that since the pears could not be sold for money, it would be better to cut down all the pear trees.
Everyone's enthusiasm disappeared in an instant, and a cloud of gloom shrouded the entire village.
The pear trees in the pear orchard were grown under the supervision of Village Chief Ma. Now they are in their prime and are full of fruit. It would be a pity to cut them down.
Lin Qingqing explained to everyone that the harvest was just low on the first day and would gradually increase in the future. However, the villagers did not believe it. They thought the price was too high, so they secretly told the village chief that they would take the initiative to lower the price. As long as Lin Qingqing was willing to accept it, they would sell it to them for money!
Village chief Ma conveyed the villagers' opinions. Lin Qingqing was not the kind of person who would take advantage of others, but someone was willing to give it to her at a lower price. Why didn't she agree?
The original agreement she signed with the village was to sell pears for 10 cents per pound, and she paid 15 cents to the cannery, making a profit of 5 cents per pound. She could make 30,000 yuan on 600,000 pounds.
But now the villagers were crying and shouting for a price reduction, so she had to adjust the price to five cents per catty of pears, so that she could make ten cents per catty, and she could make a profit of 60,000 yuan for 600,000 catties.
Even so, villagers can still earn 150 yuan per acre of pear orchard, which is much better than growing crops.
Some villagers have four or five acres of pear trees, and this alone can bring them nearly a thousand yuan, which was definitely a considerable income in 1980.
The villagers knew little and had no idea how much Lin Qingqing paid to the cannery. They just hoped that the pears that rotted in the fields last year could be exchanged for money this year. They would be very lucky.
After the price was renegotiated, Lin Qingqing was escorted out by the villagers like a goddess. Now everyone in Xiaoma Village regarded her as their savior, and the year's harvest depended on her!
After leaving Xiaoma Village, the first thing Lin Qingqing thought of was to quickly find a driver who could drive a tractor. There were 600,000 kilograms of pears, and the picking period was about 15 days. She had to transport all the pears to the cannery within 15 days to turn the pears into money.
That is to say, the daily transportation volume must be guaranteed to be at least 40,000 kilograms.
Xiaoma Village has only one tractor, which can pull 4,000 kilograms at a time. It has to make ten trips a day to ensure the transportation volume.
She calculated that it took half an hour for the tractor to enter the city, and including loading and unloading, it would take at least two hours. Therefore, if this tractor wanted to pull 40,000 kilograms, it had to work non-stop for 24 hours a day.
At least two drivers are needed to work in shifts. Village chief Ma’s son counts as one, but where can we find the other one?
There were very few people who could drive a tractor these days, and Lin Qingqing didn't want to hire an outsider, fearing they might spy on her income. Village Chief Ma's son was an honest man, so she could trust him more, but it was harder to tell on others.
Zhou Zhuo went to deliver shoes to his uncle's house, and Lin Qingqing went back first.
It wasn't that she didn't want to go to Xue Guibao's house, but the matter was too urgent. She had to go home quickly to ask Xue Guixiang if there was anyone she could trust.
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