The next morning, Wan Feng got up early and packed up the frozen fish.
Around noon he was carrying a rake again, and this time he was actually carrying a straw bag to hide his tracks.
Thanks to yesterday's experience, he fished much faster today. Before three o'clock, he had caught all the fish in the bay and naturally filled another sack.
Wan Feng made a rough estimate and found that the two sacks of fish weighed about 200 kilograms and could be sold for at least 20 yuan, which was basically equal to his uncle's income in the team for half a year.
In 1980, it cost about 300 yuan to build a four-room blue brick house. From this comparison, you can see what 20 yuan means.
The Gushan Market, which was originally held only on the fourth day of the lunar calendar, was changed to the fourth and eighth day of the lunar calendar before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Tomorrow is the 18th day of the first lunar month, and Wan Feng decided to ask his uncle to help him take the fish to the market to sell them.
During dinner, he asked his uncle Zhu Ping, "Uncle! Can you not go to work tomorrow?"
Zhu Ping glared: "What are you doing?"
"I'll hire you to help me get some things to the Lonely Mountain Market. I'll pay you five dollars."
My uncle curled his lips and said, "Where are you going to get five dollars?"
Despised by my uncle.
Wan Feng wasn't angry at all: "Just tell me whether you want to do it or not. If you don't do it, I'll hire someone else. I don't believe I can't hire someone for five dollars."
In the 1980s, workers only earned thirty or forty yuan a month, and in the production team, a laborer might not even earn five yuan a month. Wan Feng really didn't believe that no one would do it.
"What on earth are you going to do?"
"I have about 200 kilograms of goods. Tomorrow you can just use your two-wheeled cart to take them to the market. Five dollars is your hard-earned money. The one-cent and two-cent poker you play is enough to make you lose two months."
My uncle goes to play four-on-one games with stakes starting at one cent at night. Even if he loses five dollars, it is enough for him to lose for two months.
"Pah! You crow's mouth! How did you know I would lose?"
"Don't interrupt. Are you going to do it or not?"
"Okay! I won't go to work tomorrow. I'll see what you can come up with."
On the morning of the tenth day of the first lunar month, Zhu Ping was dumbfounded when he saw Wan Feng's two sacks of frozen fish.
"Where do you get all those fish?"
"Of course it's in the river. You can't dig it out from the mountain."
Zhu Ping untied the bag and saw that it was full of autumn fish. The locals were very familiar with this kind of fish, and they could sell it for at least one cent per pound at the market.
It was not until this time that Zhu Ping believed that Wan Feng could really afford the five dollars.
This is Wan Feng's second time to come to Gushan Market since he came here once on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.
Zhu Ping borrowed a two-wheeled cart and pushed the two sacks of fish to the market.
Although they arrived at the market, Zhu Ping was still very worried about whether Wan Feng could be sold.
This was Wan Feng's second time coming to Gushan Market after his rebirth. Last time he was just a spectator, but this time he became a stall owner.
He had a pocket hanging on his chest containing all the money he had earned from renting books, and nearly five dollars in change for change. In his hand was a scale borrowed from a neighbor, looking like a businessman.
He spread the sack on the ground and arranged the fish neatly one by one, and they sparkled silver in the sunlight.
Not long after the stall was set up, someone came to inquire about the price, but the person who asked the price was not there to buy. Instead, he was very curious about the appearance of Wan Feng, a child, here.
"Boy! Did you sell this fish?"
"Of course, genuine autumn fish from the headwaters of the Inna River, uncle! Want to buy a few?"
"How much is it?"
"Eight catties!" Wan Feng remembered the price people had called out when buying seafood in the previous episode of the fourth grade, and answered arrogantly.
"I can't buy that much. How much is one pound?"
"I'm buying it in bulk at 1.5 cents per pound. How many pounds do you want?" Of course the retail price is higher. Don't think I've never done business before.
The man thought for a minute and said, "I'll give you four pounds for fifty cents, okay?"
Wan Feng quickly picked up the scale and started picking up fish. "Since you're the first customer to weigh in, I'm giving you a discount. Otherwise, I guarantee you won't be able to sell it at this price. Look at the four-jin one, where are you going to put it?"
The man moved a bag from behind and broke free, and Wan Feng poured the fish into the bag with a splash.
It opened immediately and went more smoothly than Wan Feng had expected.
"The first batch of autumn fish is really fat. You eat this and think about the next one. The money is just right. Uncle, take care."
Zhu Ping was sitting on a two-wheeled vehicle behind Wan Feng, his eyes wide open as he watched.
"Someone actually bought it? I thought ordinary people wouldn't spend money on it. Besides, most people don't eat fish from this river."
My uncle had typical peasant thinking, so Wan Feng decided to give him free lessons.
"Don't think that just because the common people don't buy, no one else will. In Gushan Commune, there are a lot of teachers, workers, and officials who eat commercial grain. Their monthly salary is almost as much as you make in a year. They're much richer than you are. As for what comes from the river or the sea, it depends on personal taste. You may not like food from the river, but some people do... Auntie! Want some fish?"
Wan Feng went to greet the next customer before he finished speaking, but he didn't expect that after this greeting he would no longer have time to chat with Zhu Ping.
Zhu Ping watched his nephew doing business in a daze, watching the fish in front of him dwindle rapidly.
This guy is very nimble and eloquent, and I don't know where he comes up with all these nonsense. Some people had no intention of buying anything, but were completely fooled into buying it by him.
Zhu Ping was a little confused. When did he learn how to trade? He looked like a seasoned trader! Did he start trading in Longjiang?
This is impossible! How old is he?
Compared with Zhu Ping's leisure, Wan Feng is very busy, with his hands and mouth never idle.
In the 1980s, the market experimentally allowed individuals to engage in some trading. Due to the long period of cutting off the tail of capitalism, people had already formed the concept that trading was all speculation, so people subconsciously looked down on those who engaged in trading.
This concept did not gradually change until after 1988, when many people began to enter the business world.
Nowadays, even adults still hide away when doing business, so people are curious to see a child of twelve or thirteen selling things, and they all come over to watch the fun.
With the presence of people, there will naturally be a money market. In addition, Wan Feng is wise and powerful, and he uses a combination of deception and bluffing to fully utilize people's herd mentality. If one person buys, others will follow.
Wanfeng's fish was sold in batches of three pounds each.
Wan Feng worked hard for a long time and was sweating all over. He only relaxed when there were only a few fish left in front of him.
The remaining comparisons are a bit disappointing.
Wan Feng secretly counted the money and sold it for a total of thirty-five yuan and four cents.
The returns are good.
Pork was more than 70 cents per catty at the time, and the money Wan Feng earned could buy 50 catties of pork.
This was probably the first pot of gold he made after his rebirth.
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