Soup and broth? Shu Hui's mung bean soup is quite good, and the stone mill at home can also be used to make soy milk.
It's not impossible for customers to eat a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and then drink some mung bean soup or soy milk to quench their thirst, but both mung bean soup and soy milk need to be served in bowls, and there won't be enough manpower to wash the bowls on the day of the temple fair.
Buying and leaving immediately can save on labor costs to the greatest extent.
“Mung bean soup and soy milk are easy to sell, and many people will definitely sell them on the day of the temple fair. Customers won’t find it strange. Who would travel a long way to the temple fair to drink mung bean soup and soy milk? Why spend money to drink it outside when you drink it at home every day? It’s better to sell something that can be taken away easily, preferably something that can be prepared in advance.”
Shu Aiguo felt that Chu Yu's words made a lot of sense.
On the day of the temple fair, it was packed with people, so Chu Yu was definitely going to drag Chu Xiang along. Shu Hui was busy in the shop with Yunyun and Xiao Jiang, while he and Deng Fangping were setting up their stall outside. Who had time to cook mung bean soup and wash dishes?
Besides, how much can a bowl of mung bean soup or soy milk sell for?
Why not sell some soft drinks and popsicles instead?
Don't be fooled by the low price of popsicles; the profit margin is 50/50. When buying popsicles wholesale, manufacturers give an extra 15% to offset the loss from melting. After all, these days, very few people actually use refrigerators to sell popsicles; most just cover them with blankets to keep them cold.
The popsicles can be sold out on the day of the temple fair without any loss, and this 15% can be counted as profit. The only concern is that there are too many people wholesaling popsicles and the popsicle factory cannot supply them.
But no household has a freezer, so even if there are many wholesalers, they can't buy many at a time.
Shu Aiguo thought it was worth a try.
Deng Fangping recalled that when her mother-in-law was alive, she used to carry a wooden stick and walk from street to street selling candied hawthorns. At that time, the family did not have a bicycle, so she relied on her legs to run around the village and could not earn much money in a day.
However, temple fairs attract large crowds, so it might be worth a try.
Of course, her skill in making candied hawthorns was really just average, but the temple fair was just a one-time business. Candied hawthorns, whether they taste good or not, it doesn't matter, as long as you make money!
Chu Yu felt that all sorts of ideas were feasible, and even if they weren't, making a mistake wasn't a terrible thing.
"There are still a few days before the temple fair, so we can discuss it slowly. The most urgent thing is to finish renovating the house before the temple fair."
Shu Hui boiled 20 eggs for Chu Yu, brought a can of food, two flatbreads, a packet of pickled vegetables, a bottle of chili sauce, and also bought a pack of instant noodles from the convenience store.
Chu Yu looked at the overflowing packages and couldn't help but laugh and cry.
"Mom, I'm going to buy supplies, not to flee famine!"
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid! You'll starve on the road if you don't bring anything! Everyone else will be taking out food to eat, and you'll just be watching them stare longingly!"
Chu Yu wanted to suggest buying it along the way, but she didn't want Shu Hui to nag her, so she could only set off carrying the heavy weight of love with her.
Chu Yu bought a hard seat ticket. He originally wanted to buy a soft sleeper ticket, but firstly, soft sleeper tickets were expensive, costing 30 yuan per ticket, and secondly, only cadres at the regimental level or above could purchase them.
Hard sleeper tickets are available, but the verification of the letter of introduction is extremely strict.
The weather was hot and the carriage was stuffy and poorly ventilated. Sleeper passengers had to take off their shoes, and Chu Yu didn't want to smell the stinky feet. However, she was not spared the smell in the hard seat carriage either. She was almost overwhelmed by the stench as soon as she entered the carriage.
The uncle next door was taking off his shoes to read the newspaper. Chu Yu glanced at his black nylon stockings. The man shook the newspaper, adjusted his glasses, and spoke in a bureaucratic tone:
"There's no need to be so particular when you're out and about. My feet don't smell."
Chu Yu chuckled and deliberately raised her voice: "I didn't say your feet smelled, uncle! Maybe someone in our carriage brought some salted fish or stinky tofu! The smell is really pungent!"
Everyone around laughed. The uncle closed the newspaper and awkwardly put on his shoes.
Chu Yu stuffed her luggage bag and had just sat down when a girl squeezed in. After settling in, she wiped her sweat, turned to look at Chu Yu, and asked enthusiastically:
"You're going to Wenzhou too?"
Chu Yu was reading the newspaper. She had been busy memorizing her lessons lately and hadn't had time to read the newspaper for a few days. She nodded when she heard this.
"My name is Shen Zhuyu. I'm visiting relatives in Wenzhou. What about you?"
Chu Yu glanced at her snakeskin bag and burlap sack, and calmly replied, "I'm an employee of a button factory, on a business trip to Wenzhou."
Shen Zhuyu smiled and, seeing that Chu Yu had finished reading a newspaper, she took the newspaper from him as if they were old friends.
After Chu Yu finished looking at the second picture, she looked at the second picture.
In the end, Chu Yu finished reading it all, and Chen Zhuyu waited eagerly, only to see Chu Yu take out a senior high school physics book.
Chen Zhuyu was startled.
"Aren't you an employee? How can you study physics?"
"I want to study on my own and take the exam, is that not allowed?"
“It’s not that it’s impossible, but factories have night schools for workers, and villages have night schools for farmers. Why don’t you take the exam for a night school? The pressure of repeating a year is immense. Someone in our village repeated five years and went crazy. There was even a girl who jumped into the river because she couldn’t pass the exam. Why do you have to suffer like that?”
Shen Zhuyu is right, there are many paths to Rome, there's no need to put all your eggs in one basket.
But Chu Yu had already reached Rome. She wanted more than just to become rich and famous. She hoped to find nourishment in this parched world on her life's journey, to draw strength from books, and to use her education as a springboard to stand shoulder to shoulder with more outstanding people.
Chu Yu didn't want to argue with her. The train carriage was a bit unbearable during the day, so she buried herself in her books and did exercises until dark. In the evening, she ate a few eggs, drank some canned food, and then fell asleep.
In a daze, someone pushed her.
"Comrade, we've arrived in Wenzhou. Hurry up and grab your luggage and get off the bus!" Shen Zhuyu urged.
It was still dark outside, and Chu Yu followed her out of Wenzhou Railway Station.
In the early 1980s, the Vancouver Railway Station was quite large. This port city by the sea has a long history of thriving commerce.
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