Zhao Youcai made up his mind to deal with this matter later.
The most urgent task is to get rid of all the fried dough sticks and red bean buns stored in the warehouse. There are too many of them, and just looking at them is a headache.
Although there was a crackdown on speculation at the time, the things he was going to sell were ultimately made from agricultural products and were nothing special.
Moreover, wherever there are people, there is a world of its own. In fact, even in this era, there are still people who do business in secret, such as the black market, which has always existed.
Zhao Youcai pondered to himself where would be the best place to sell his red bean buns and fried dough sticks. He could produce quite a few of these every day, so he had to find a market for them.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of a good place.
National highway!
No one will deliberately go to the national highway to see if anyone is secretly doing business. The customer flow is also very high, so there is no need to worry about any risks in the future.
Although my hometown is a bit remote, there are still many people driving oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages on the national highway, as well as truck drivers running long-distance freight.
They didn't have much to eat along the way, and if they could have a hot meal, who would want to eat dry rations?
As long as the prices of what he sells are reasonable, no one should be so tactless as to ruin his business.
Moreover, he already had a wide network of connections in the town, so he had to try his luck outside.
I'll just set up a small stall by the national highway tomorrow and sell some things.
If business is doing well, I'll go to town again before going home.
My family has made a lot of money selling fabric recently, and they've all worked hard. This money needs to be spent eventually.
After thinking about it, Zhao Youcai decided to go to the steel plant in town in the next couple of days to ask the factory manager if he could get a spot to go to another province to broaden his horizons.
These days, you need a letter of introduction from the brigade to go out, but the prerequisite for having a letter of introduction is that you have relatives or friends to meet or to do something legitimate.
Although my little girl went to join the army, I only know that it's in the Northwest, but I don't really know exactly where.
Maybe I can find another way to make money and buy a sewing machine or a watch or something.
In addition, the Dragon Boat Festival is just around the corner, so I'll buy some jujubes and glutinous rice to take home and let my daughters-in-law help me make zongzi (sticky rice dumplings). We can sell any leftovers.
Once Zhao Youcai was sure his third son wouldn't come back and nag him anymore, he went to bed and went to work on the farm.
Hehe, time to harvest strawberries and apples!
We can't plant all fruit on the farm these days; the growing cycle is a bit too long.
During the time it takes for fruit to grow, there's enough time to harvest vegetables more than twenty times.
Fortunately, the fruit harvest was good; strawberries filled one basket, and even apples filled three large baskets.
Tomorrow I'll set up a basket of apples to sell along the national highway. I figure people who can't afford to buy fried dough sticks and red bean buns will be willing to buy a few apples to share.
As for strawberries, this fruit is too precious, so let's save them for now.
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The second day.
Zhao Youcai had just woken up when he saw a small note next to his pillow.
The third son's messy handwriting was visible on the paper, which read, "The food is warming up in the pot. My son went to sell cloth. He'll bring you some wine when he gets back."
Zhao Youcai didn't even realize that his third son had heated up the food, even though his second son and his wife were both home.
After getting dressed and washing up, Zhao Youcai went into the kitchen. After eating his fill, he filled a kettle with water and, after thinking for a moment, added some salt to it.
His main concern was the sweltering heat along the national highway, with the sun blazing overhead. He worried that if he couldn't find shade, his old bones wouldn't be able to withstand it.
When the villagers saw Zhao Youcai walking out with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune, they all wanted to get close to him and strike up a conversation.
But Zhao Youcai was incredibly fast; in no time, not even a corner of his clothes could be seen.
The villagers exclaimed, "No wonder they can make so much money. They don't waste a single moment of their time. My eldest son doesn't even have that kind of speed."
"Who says otherwise? If my old man had that speed, I'd send him straight to the army, carrying a rocket launcher around. He's at the perfect age to be adventurous."
...
Zhao Youcai had no interest in what the villagers were saying. He was busy at the moment, moving all his belongings out and placing them along the national highway.
Gradually, more and more people appeared on the national highway. Most of them were driving oxcarts, and very few people stopped to see what Zhao Youcai's stall was selling.
Occasionally, a few young people on bicycles would come over to ask about the price, but not many were actually willing to buy it.
Apples, on the other hand, are selling faster; a third of them have already been sold.
Zhao Youcai was feeling a bit down, still thinking about making more money along the national highway so he could make his next plan.
After all, his cheat system requires money, and so does real life.
With so many people in the village watching him, he couldn't possibly have built a fortune without doing much work, could he?
If that were the case, those who were envious might say that his money came from illegitimate sources, and labeling him a traitor would be really disgusting.
Fortunately, the big client finally arrived. Seeing the driver of the large truck parked on the side of the road walking towards him, Zhao Youcai straightened his back.
Trucks were still rare in those days, but in Northeast China, where heavy industry was the main industry, you could occasionally see one on national highways.
Unlike the people who had just passed by, the driver simply looked around and waved his hand dismissively.
"How much are all of these together? I don't have any fruit coupons or food coupons, I'll only pay cash. Will you sell them?"
Zhao Youcai nodded with a smile.
nonsense!
Can fruit coupons and grain coupons really be worth money?
There are no policies regarding opening factories and restaurants for the next twenty years, so he doesn't want to think about that too much.
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