Yang Yufen sells raw sweet potatoes, and Xiao Zhang's question indicates that he wants to negotiate the price.
"Then wait a bit, until I've packed up my stall."
Yang Yufen did not refuse, and Xiao Zhang's eyes lit up immediately. Then another person squeezed in next to him.
"Young lady, do you mind if I'm one of you? Don't worry, I'm not setting up my stall here. I've been looking at you for three days, and you can't find your sweet potatoes anywhere else."
Yang Yufen thought for a moment and nodded.
"Just the two of you. Any more and I won't have enough sweet potatoes. Selling raw ones is not as profitable as selling roasted ones. I can actually sell them all myself."
Upon hearing Yang Yufen's words, the old man and the young man exchanged a glance; they had now become competitors.
"But have you thought this through? If you really want to buy, I only accept cash, no credit."
Yang Yufen said firmly.
"Of course, of course."
Wang Dazhi, the man who called Yang Yufen "sister," responded repeatedly.
Xiao Zhang remained silent for a moment, and then, for reasons unknown, turned and entered the textile factory.
"Xiao Zhang, have you thought this through? Your family needs money right now. If you sell this job, it won't be easy to find another one later."
"I've made up my mind. There's really no other way due to the situation at home. This is the only option I can take."
Xiao Zhang had a miserable look on his face, which made people feel bad for him. Then, he called someone over, and both parties agreed that Xiao Zhang's temporary job would be replaced.
The temporary worker's monthly salary is 28 yuan, which is more than 300 yuan a year. The other party gave him 600 yuan.
Xiao Zhang was calculating how many sweet potatoes he could get for 600 yuan. Besides sweet potatoes, he also needed a stove. He couldn't get a tricycle, but a handcart would be no problem at all.
There's also the outstanding hospital bill for his father; if it's not paid soon, he'll have to be discharged.
The surgery fees have been paid, and he still needs to recover. He's an only child, so he has to shoulder everything on his own.
As soon as the textile factory closed, Yang Yufen's roasted sweet potatoes sold out quickly. Xiao Zhang was too eager to sell even faster, so he squatted down to help with the accounting.
He didn't touch the money; he just helped calculate how much change people needed, based on how much money they asked for and how much money they brought out.
Yang Yufen only glanced at Xiao Zhang a couple more times, but didn't say anything. Everyone has difficult times, and it's not easy to be shameless.
After selling out half an hour earlier than usual, Yang Yufen led her people toward the research institute.
Grandma Wang's son planted about four mu of sweet potatoes, with each mu yielding about 4,000 jin. He distributed some of the produce, leaving him with about 15,000 jin.
Yang Yufen has been selling roasted sweet potatoes for a week now. She sold 100 jin (50 kg) on the first day, and then 300 jin (150 kg) a day. And this is just in one place.
Of course, people get tired of it after a while, and then she might not be able to sell that much, but she can go to more places.
It turned out that the problem was solved just in time for the Chinese New Year.
"I can only spare 10,000 jin at most. As you can see, I can only sell about 200 jin a day. If I didn't have to go home to cook for my daughter-in-law, I could definitely sell more by riding my tricycle to the school or the movie theater."
The two nodded in agreement. It was true; 10,000 jin sounded like a lot, but it really wasn't enough to sell.
In particular, they were sharing it between two people.
“You could also sell it with roasted chestnuts, just put a pot on the oven.”
Yang Yufen suggested.
Their eyes lit up immediately. Of course, how come they hadn't thought of that?
"I want……"
Wang Dazhi wanted to speak first.
"Half for each of us!"
Xiao Zhang quickly spoke up.
“Young man, why don’t you give way to this old man? I’m afraid you don’t have that much money. Here’s what we’ll do: I won’t ask for more. I’ll take six thousand catties, and you can still get four thousand catties. Add some roasted chestnuts, and that’ll be about right.”
Wang Dazhi relied on his seniority and acted arrogantly.
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