Chapter 23: One Hundred and Fifty Buys Rags DKv1 (jhssd)
Wang Dafa waved his hand and several followers rushed forward.
"Who among you dares to be kind to her?"
When Fang Zhiwei stood there, several people didn't dare to move forward.
"Fang Zhiwei, don't think you can protect her forever. How could she afford to buy so much cloth? She must have stolen it!"
Wang Dafa said this with great confidence.
Qin Qing threw a contract directly in his face.
"Look carefully! This is the contract between me and Textile Factory No. 6. They sold me all this fabric!"
Wang Dafa saw the bright red seal of Textile Factory No. 6 at a glance.
This thing can't be faked.
"These are genuine goods from our factory, not stolen. Don't tell me, young man!"
The tractor truck driver didn't care about that. He just unloaded the goods and left.
Aunt Zhang, who heard the news and came to watch the fun, looked at the cloth being removed and secretly went up to touch it.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought it was some precious stuff! Such a prickly rag, and you treat it like a treasure!"
After Aunt Zhang said this, everyone else couldn't help but come forward and touch it.
It is indeed coarser than linen.
"Where did you pick up this cloth? No one wants it!"
"Qin Qing, you think you can become a millionaire with just this rag? That's ridiculous!"
"You want to laugh? Then go laugh somewhere else!"
Qin Qing picked up the broom beside her and started chasing people away.
"I just saw it. These rags are 150 yuan! Qin Qing, you'll lose in three months! Let's go!"
Wang Dafa waved his hand and left proudly, shaking his head.
A few days ago, he was worried that this woman could really make money selling fish, but he didn't expect that she would lose money in just two days.
He just waits to help his sister vent her anger.
The villagers also scattered and left, all of them laughing. They thought that Tang Min and her daughter must have gone crazy.
Buy a bunch of rags for one!
"Qing'er, these cloths...did they really cost 150 yuan?"
Tang Min was shocked when she heard this. Where did she get so much money?
"Mom, do you believe me?"
"I believe it!"
Tang Min nodded. No matter what, she would always stand on her daughter's side.
"OK!"
With a hissing sound...
Qin Qing picked up a piece of cloth and cut it into strips.
"Qing'er, what are you doing?!"
Tang Min was stunned, but it was too late to stop it.
He could only watch Qin Qing tear the cloth into pieces.
Qin Qing picked up a wooden stick from the wooden shed, found a piece of iron, took out a pair of pliers, tied the rags to the wooden stick, and then twisted it with the iron.
"Is this... a mop?"
Seeing what Qin Qing had made, Fang Zhiwei couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
Qin Qing glanced at Fang Zhiwei and said, "Yes, it's a mop."
"What's a mop?"
It’s no wonder Tang Min didn’t know.
She was a peasant who worked hard in the fields and lived in a mud house.
She had never seen a mop before, let alone used one.
Fang Zhiwei had seen him when he was in Kyoto.
"Mom, city dwellers have cement or tile floors. This mop is their broom, used exclusively for cleaning!"
"And what's the use of this! Qing'er, you bought these cloths just to make mops?"
Tang Min reacted quickly.
"Yes! These cotton cloths are rough and prickly, but they're incredibly absorbent! They're perfect for mopping."
When Qin Qing first heard Xu Sifang talking about waste cloth, she thought of making a mop.
Mops are now only used by people in big cities. If they are sold in county towns, they will take advantage of the information gap.
"How are you going to sell this mop?"
Fang Zhiwei looked at Qin Qing. How could she, a girl who had never left the village, know about mops?
"I use only 80cm of cloth for a mop. One piece of cloth can make four mops. The cloth alone costs 7 cents per mop. Adding the stick and labor, the cost can be kept to around 15 cents. The price is 30 cents each."
Qin Qing calculated the cost very quickly.
This 30 cents price is just her initial price. She still needs to test whether the mop can sell well in the market.
She might have to make concessions in the early stages, and 25 cents per piece is within her estimation, so the profit won't be too high.
"30 cents each! Anyone want to buy this?"
Tang Min was shocked when he heard this. The brooms used by the villagers were all homemade, and no one would spend that much money to buy a broom.
Would city dwellers be willing to spend 30 cents to buy it?
"Mom, we'll find out tomorrow if anyone buys. 500 pieces of cloth can make 2,000 mops. In the best-case scenario, the profit from this batch of goods should be around 300 yuan!"
“300 yuan!!”
Tang Min was shocked again. Just relying on these scraps of cloth, they could earn 300?!
"Yes, Mom. We have to make a batch of mops today and take them to the county town to sell tomorrow. Once the market opens up, we can expand production!"
Expand production?
Tang Min didn't quite understand what her daughter said, but she did whatever her daughter said.
Tang Min immediately started looking for a suitable wooden stick. Qin Qing just picked up a wooden stick as a sample, which was not suitable for selling.
You have to find one that is the right size, then polish it with sandpaper until it doesn't prick your hands.
Qin Qing started cutting the cloth. According to her budget, she had to prepare at least 10 mops for tomorrow.
Fang Zhiwei wanted to help Qin Qing, but Qin Qing directly chased him away to go fishing.
"You have a lot to do. Prepare the fish for tomorrow's sale, and start working on the boat."
Fang Zhiwei was arranged clearly by Qin Qing.
"Okay, I'll do it today. But 500 pieces of cloth is more than enough for just the two of you."
"Don't worry, I've figured it out."
Qin Qing already has an idea about this matter.
Fang Zhiwei didn't ask any more questions and turned to go to the fish pond.
That day, the three of them were so busy that they never stopped.
It was not until after dinner that he had some free time. Fang Zhiwei spent a lot of time making the boat and caught a lot of fish.
Qin Qing and her daughter made 8 mops together.
The two lit oil lamps at night and wanted to make two more, when suddenly the whole village was lit up with torches.
There was noise everywhere and the sound of footsteps was deafening.
Wang Dafa's loud voice shouting desperately could be heard from far away.
"Go door to door and find that bastard!"
"Who provoked this plague star again?"
Qin Qing frowned and muttered something, looking out intently.
I saw Fang Zhiwei running out of the house in a hurry with a serious expression.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Wang Mazi has fled to our village."
"What?" Qin Qing was stunned.
"We're here to arrest someone. Wang Mazi was being chased all the way to Dagang Village. I'm afraid they're coming for you."
Bai Yan from the police station ran up breathlessly. She came to Dagang Village to arrest someone and happened to meet Fang Zhiwei at the fish pond.
As soon as she told him what happened, Fang Zhiwei started running. He was so fast that she had to run until her legs were broken before she could barely keep up with him.
"Are you here to arrest Wang Mazi?"
Qin Qing exclaimed that the police station was really fast in handling affairs.
"Those thugs were all cowards. They confessed everything during the interrogation. We came to arrest him, but Wang Mazi was very alert. He relied on his familiarity with the terrain and escaped all the way to Dagang Village."
Bai Yan gasped and said, "Several police officers were running out of breath. Is that man really lame? Running so fast."
If Wang Mazi didn't come to find Qin Qing, where would he be?
On the first floor of the Tang family's house, Tang Zhimei's eyes were filled with tears, her mouth was tightly blocked with a cloth, and a knife was placed coldly on her snow-white neck.
The cold was biting, and she dared not work hard.
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