Although Wan Feng was not rich in his previous life, he had seen profits of fifty or sixty thousand. However, despite this, he did not look down on the profit of a few cents.
Don’t underestimate this one-cent transaction. A tall building starts from the ground, and the original accumulation of Wanfeng starts from this one-cent transaction.
Of course, this is not a long-term solution. Once he has accumulated a certain amount of initial capital, he will naturally do other business.
Although the Wahou team was poor, they had earned enough money from work points last year, so each of the children received 8 cents in lucky money during the Spring Festival.
The 1980s was not the period when shops were everywhere. It would take about two or three years before individuals were allowed to open shops.
Now each brigade has only one cooperative, and they will not open for business until the seventh day of the first lunar month.
Wan Feng knew clearly that these children had not spent their New Year's money because of the holiday of the cooperative, and still kept it in their pockets. The children at the east end had about two yuan in total, and there were dozens of children in the ditch, so the total amount was estimated to be around five or six yuan.
Even if he only earns half of this money, his investment will be recovered.
This is just the Wahou Team. Adjacent to the Wahou Team are the Waqian Team to the south and the Shanhou Team to the west.
As long as he earned the money from these three kids, he believed he would have saved six or seven dollars by the time school started on March 1st.
Once he makes a second investment with these savings, his market will be bigger after school starts.
At that time, because every family had many children, although Jiangwei School was just a school, it had as many as eight classes, and each class had more than 50 students.
Four or five hundred yuan was enough for him to earn a considerable fortune.
At his age, this is all he can do; those big projects are not something he can get involved in right now.
Wan Feng's prediction was correct. After hearing the news that they could read two books for one cent, most of the children were excited and generously donated money to rent books.
You rent one book, he rents two, and soon all of Wan Feng's 25 books are rented out. In the blink of an eye, he earns back 12 cents.
"I'm telling you, wash your hands before you read. And don't damage my books. If you damage a page, you have to pay a penny. If you lose it, you have to pay the full price. And you have to return it on time tomorrow. If you don't return it as expected, there will be a surcharge. Do you understand?"
"I heard it clearly!"
"Get lost."
A group of children screamed and scattered with the book in their pockets.
Wan Fengde sat down against a tree on the beach and counted the coins in his hand.
One cent and two cents, eleven dollars and twenty cents. By the time school starts, he will have earned back the money he spent on the book. If he uses the money to buy twenty more books, he will have a decent-sized bookstall.
Last year, due to the good harvest, the team under the Jiangwei Brigade was able to get some money from the entire Warrior Commune. However, one centimeter was only worth a little over one cent, and a laborer could only get thirty or twenty cents after working hard for a year.
This is still pretty good. Some poor teams even have people who are in a disadvantaged position. After working for a year, they not only don’t get any money but also owe the production team money. They can only take food rations home.
Wan Feng made a little over a dime without any effort. Is he considered an exploiter?
When Wan Feng looked down and saw the handful of coins in his hand, a new worry arose: where would he hide these coins if he had too many?
Before he could think of a solution, he could faintly hear his mother's voice calling him.
Wan Feng didn't know what his mother asked him to do so he hurried back. At the gate, his sister Wan Fang looked at him with a devilish smile.
"What did Mom ask me to do?"
"Mom is going to beat you."
"Ah? Why are you beating me?" Wan Feng was surprised.
"I told you to fight outside."
Who has such a long tongue? It's all Luan Feng's fault. He told everyone about the fight before dark.
When we returned to my grandmother's house, there didn't seem to be much anger on my mother's face.
"Did you fight yesterday?"
Wan Feng remained silent.
"And you fought all the way to Lonely Mountain? When did you become so capable?"
It's time to defend yourself. If you don't, your mother might slap you in the face.
"More than a dozen kids from Gushan are trying to beat us up, so of course we have to fight back."
"You really beat away more than ten kids?" The mother seemed very surprised. In her impression, Wan Feng should be a good boy. When he was in Longjiang, he was usually bullied by others. Why did he change like this when he came here?
Is it because of the change of water and soil?
Longjiang is a place where wheat and soybeans are produced in abundance, and Wan Feng grew up eating white flour.
His grandmother's home only produces crops such as corn, sorghum, and rice, but not wheat, so the staple food is cornmeal cakes and corn porridge.
Although coarse grains are unpalatable, their benefits to the human body are incomparable to fine grains.
Every time it was time to eat, his younger brother and sister looked worried and couldn't swallow the coarse grains, but Wan Feng ate with relish.
Although he had been here for less than a week, Wan Feng's skin color had changed significantly compared to when he first arrived, and had become much whiter.
In the words of the neighbors, when they first came, they looked all gray, but now their faces are white and tender.
This is the result of changes in water and soil, but changes in water and soil can only change people's appearance, how can it also change their personality?
Wan Feng's mother was also puzzled by her son's changes.
The mother was not an unreasonable person. After knowing that Wan Feng was acting in self-defense, she no longer asked about the matter.
"Come with me to rake grass. There will be good things happening in the evening." The uncle carried the rake chain for raking grass and said to Wan Feng who had just received ideological education.
In Longjiang, Wanfeng's family usually burns firewood. There are continuous mountains everywhere, so what else can they burn besides firewood? The only grass they burn is bean stalks, which are only used to start a fire.
At my grandma's house, whether it's cooking or heating the kang in winter, they always burn grass, because there are very few trees on the mountain. Trees are highly protected here. If the forest rangers see someone stealing a tree, they will glare at them.
Here, food is divided among the teams, and so is grass. Corn stalks and corn stubble are the main fuel. But since there are more wolves than meat, the grass each family gets each year is very limited, so they have to collect grass themselves.
Therefore, every family here has several rakes and bags for raking grass. Because of this, the hillsides, plains and river banks here are all bare.
My uncle used a rake chain, which was a cart-like thing made of sorghum stalks. He would hang a rake on it and walk on the grass. When the rake chain was full of grass, he would put it into the grass bag.
Wan Feng's tools are just an ordinary rake and a small straw basket.
My uncle walked in front carrying the rake chain and the big straw basket, and Wanfeng followed behind carrying the rake and the straw basket.
Wan Feng thought that the good thing his uncle was talking about was taking him out to play in the evening.
The two crossed the river and reached the shore of Inahb.
When we arrived at the hb shore, we saw that several people from our team were already collecting grass.
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