"See, here are fifty-six bags of fine rice. Each bag weighs one hundred and eighty kilograms, a little over ten thousand kilograms. Just give them as a base.
For every bag of food you give me, you give me a small yellow croaker, and you take the food away at night."
After hearing Jia Youcai's quotation, Lao Niu just rubbed his teeth and thought it was a bit expensive.
A small yellow croaker weighs 31 grams and can be sold on the black market for about 600 yuan, which is equivalent to more than 2 yuan per kilogram of rice.
(After the liberation, the official exchange rate was about 8 yuan per gram, but it’s hard to say what it’s like outside.)
There is still money to be made, but who would think it is too little? Lao Niu immediately wanted to bargain.
Jia Youcai continued, "One price, no bargaining, one hand for money, one hand for goods, only gold.
If you think you earn too little, you can move in and hold on to the property for a while and then sell it when the price is higher. Whether you make a profit or a loss is up to you.
I've calculated it for you. It's at least 30% to 40% likely. Apart from some risks, you are guaranteed to make money.
If you can't handle it all by yourself, why not go find some wealthy people in your clan and form a partnership? You can earn less, spread the risk, and even earn a favor. How great is that? You can always make more money."
Lao Niu thought for a while and nodded, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say, but I want to do the first batch myself so I can make more money, and we'll talk about the rest later.
That's right, the money I have is not enough and I don't have that much cash at home.
How about I sell the grain first and then collect the gold for you."
Jia Youcai cursed, "Get the hell out of here! What the hell do you want?
This is the rule, buy it or not. If you can't afford it, I'll find someone else. You're trying to take advantage of your Sixth Master without even asking around. It's always the Sixth Master who takes advantage of others, so no one else should take advantage of him."
I'm so stupid. If it doesn't work, then it doesn't work. Why scold people? They are really stupid. They change their minds at will, and there's nothing we can do about it.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, calculating the family's savings. Lao Niu gritted his teeth and said, "Little Yellow Croaker, I'm afraid it's not enough. How about I mortgage the yard at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang to you?
Anyway, I won't earn much rent if I keep it, and it's far from my home. When I make money, I'll buy a better house in Daqianmen."
When Jia Youcai heard this, he became interested. This meant becoming the tenant of a courtyard house. This was feasible.
He casually asked, "I see several large courtyards in that alley. Are they all owned by you Bannermen?"
Lao Niu nodded and said, "That's about right. I'm not sure about other places, but that alley is definitely left by our lineage."
Jia Youcai smiled and said, "Okay, but you're the only one who's mortgaging your house to make a fortune. If you don't take them with you, don't be afraid of them scolding you when you become rich in the future."
Lao Niu laughed dryly, "Well, I'll have to wait until I get rich before I can lead them. We're all in similar situations.
I have nothing to do all day, I don't know how to do anything, I just live off my savings, and I don't think about any way out. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep those houses in the future, I'm bound to lose everything."
Jia Youcai sneered, "That's right. The Qing Dynasty was completely defeated by you. Okay, stop talking nonsense. If you want to trade, go get the money and the property deed."
That night, Jia Youcai harvested ten small yellow croakers and a complete set of Siheyuan No. 95.
By the way, he became the new tenant of the courtyard house. If that beast doesn't obey his orders in the future, he will be charged a rent increase and his water and electricity will be cut off.
As for the extra houses, those extras should not live there anymore and should all move in from Jiajia Village.
As for the unified management of rent collection from personal properties by the streets, it is still too early. The military control will take a year, and we don’t even know where the street office is. We will talk about it when the time comes.
After resting for one night in the silk shop, he found Lao Niu the next day and completed the procedures for transferring the house to Chen Xueru. He, Jia Youcai, was still a poor peasant of eight generations.
After getting a vintage car, Jia Youcai drove to the courtyard house to say hello to all the tenants.
As soon as I parked the car at the gate of the courtyard, I found a skinny middle-aged man wearing glasses standing at the gate looking at the rental note posted on the side of the door.
Jia Youcai hurriedly got out of the car and prepared to tear off the note.
But he was shouted: "Hey, why did you tear up the note? I haven't finished reading it yet."
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