After Wang Dabao left, Wang Tianxiao checked the time. It was just past ten o'clock, and there was still plenty of time before two o'clock in the afternoon. So he went to the town's medicine supply and marketing cooperative to talk to Mi Qingsong about some techniques for planting medicinal herbs.
Since the dandelion and artemisia were planted, he had never actually lost contact with Mi Qingsong.
He knew that Mi Qingsong was a veteran and expert in the cultivation of Chinese medicinal herbs, so he would visit him every now and then, ostensibly to report on his work, but in reality, he was there to learn more knowledge and experience, and also for his own ulterior motives.
According to his plan and estimate, the two kinds of herbs should yield tens of thousands of kilograms this year, and even with discounts, it will definitely yield thirty to fifty thousand kilograms.
Herbs are not like ordinary crops or cash crops; their sale requires specific customers or channels.
Otherwise, who could possibly consume such a massive amount of medicinal herbs in one go?
Wang Tianxiao is not considering selling the herbs directly to private channels for the time being; from the beginning, he has been planning to sell the herbs to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Although the prices offered by supply and marketing cooperatives are relatively lower, their advantage lies in stability and the ability to absorb large quantities of goods, thus relieving him of the need to worry about sales.
However, a supply and marketing cooperative in a small town like Qingquan Town is clearly not qualified to absorb such a large quantity. Just as the supply and marketing cooperative had to source seeds from other places when Wang Tianxiao bought them, it would also need to find more channels to consume and absorb such a large amount of herbs.
You could contact higher authorities, or contact the relevant medicinal herb processing company or pharmaceutical factory.
Wang Tianxiao was new to the area and didn't have any resources in this area, so he could only place all his bets on Mi Qingsong.
Wang Tianxiao searched through several supply and marketing cooperatives and shops in the town before he could buy a pack of "Phoenix" brand cigarettes and two bottles of Qingcheng liquor.
To be honest, Phoenix brand cigarettes aren't particularly good. They're much cheaper than brands like Hongtashan and Hademen, but only slightly more expensive than brands like Grey Rabbit, Peony, and Yunyan.
However, Phoenix brand cigarettes are a very special type of cigarette.
It seems that special spices were added during its manufacturing process, giving the smoke a unique fragrance that fills the surrounding area once lit.
Wang Tianxiao knew that Mi Qingsong liked this brand of cigarettes, so every time he visited him, he would bring two cartons. He just didn't expect that this brand of cigarettes seemed to be selling worse and worse and becoming harder and harder to find.
After leaving the small cigarette shop, Wang Tianxiao had already walked quite a distance when he suddenly turned back and bought all the Phoenix cigarettes in the shop at once.
He also inquired why this brand of cigarettes was so hard to find. He learned that the tobacco for this brand seemed to be in short supply, so the upstream suppliers were limiting the supply. If it weren't for his brother-in-law's connections, he might not have been able to get any.
Upon hearing this information, Wang Tianxiao's eyes lit up and he smiled, "Boss, I especially like the taste of this cigarette. From now on, whenever this cigarette arrives, keep it all for me. I want as much as you have."
The shop owner grinned, revealing a set of blackened teeth.
"I think you don't want to smoke it yourself, but rather you want to give it to someone else, right?"
"Hmm?" Wang Tianxiao was slightly taken aback, but didn't deny it. "How did you know?"
"What do I do? I sell cigarettes. There's no smell of smoke on your breath or clothes, your fingers aren't yellowed, and your teeth are white and clean. You don't look like a regular smoker."
"You're really observant!" Wang Tianxiao exclaimed sincerely, surprised to find such a skilled person among the common people.
"As for giving it away, it's simple. Since you don't smoke, it must be for someone else. But I think it's not for relatives or friends, and it's definitely not for family members. It should be for someone you need something from, right?"
Wang Tianxiao was even more surprised.
This small business owner could be a detective.
"Don't be surprised, it's actually very simple. Think about it, who would be willing to do so much for someone they're close to? People just give their best patience to others and save their indifference for their family, right?"
As the shopkeeper spoke, he gave Wang Tianxiao all four cartons of Phoenix cigarettes.
"I'll keep it for you, but the price..."
“The price is negotiable. I’ll give you 20% more per carton from now on, but you have to promise me you won’t sell these cigarettes to anyone else.”
"Don't worry, my brother-in-law said they're going to shift their focus to the southern market and make a typical brand. They won't be supplying much here anymore. I'm afraid that in Qingquan Town, or even Qingcheng, no one but me, Lao Mi, will be able to get cigarettes."
"That's good."
Wang Tianxiao nodded in satisfaction.
There are still some clever people in this era. He used to generalize the limitations of the times to them, giving them a stereotypical impression that they had never seen the world, which was really wrong.
Qingcheng Baijiu is a type of baijiu produced locally in Qingcheng, and its positioning is somewhat similar to that of Niulanshan and Laocunzhang in later generations.
The alcohol content isn't very high, and the taste is just so-so. For people with a good alcohol tolerance, this kind of baijiu, which doesn't exceed 40 degrees, tastes almost nothing and is no better than water.
Because it is a local wine, it is available in both packaged and bulk forms on the market.
Ordinary people usually drink it in bulk, buying ten jin (5 kg) in a plastic jug for only two or three yuan. After a day's work, when they are tired, annoyed, or exhausted, drinking a small cup, about an ounce, will immediately make them feel energetic and full of vitality.
"Decent people" usually drink bottled drinks, as bottled drinks have a slightly higher alcohol content, since they are not as easily diluted by retailers as bulk drinks.
Mi Qingsong had a particular fondness for this Qingcheng baijiu, even more so than Pengyangchun from the provincial capital or Xifeng, a famous liquor from the neighboring province. Wang Tianxiao, catering to his tastes, would bring him two bottles almost every time.
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