Chapter 57: Following the Market
"Why, do you have anything else to do?"
Lu Qingyao sat down by the charcoal fire and looked at the two young men with a smile.
Shitou hesitated for a moment and said, "Auntie, we are busy at home, so we won't take the bamboo shoots to Jiangzhou to sell. Otherwise... I can sell them directly to you..."
After saying that, he stole a glance at Lu Qingyao.
He was a little afraid of this Aunt Lu. Although she had a smile on her face, her eyes were cold and deep.
It's as if he can see through people.
Aunt Yang was confused by what she had just said, but he understood.
The cows they want to rent may not be wanted by other families, so it may not be their turn.
"That's great!" Liu Yu Niang was happy when she heard it.
I was originally looking for someone to dig bamboo shoots, wouldn’t it be better to have some ready-made?
In fact, their bamboo shoots were less than 800 kilograms.
Although she still didn't quite understand her brother's sister-in-law's behavior, she sent them away with just a few words.
I guess he has an idea of this.
"Sister-in-law, do you want to take it?"
"There's no rush yet."
Lu Qingyao's gaze fell on their faces.
"Why would you even think of selling bamboo shoots to me? The price I'm offering isn't high, are you really willing to part with it?"
Shitou scratched his head. "Why would I be reluctant to give it up? People say Jiangzhou bamboo shoots are expensive, but how expensive are they? Who can say for sure..."
"Besides, it takes another day to dig bamboo shoots and sell them. Not to mention the distance and the money, just getting there takes five or six hours. How can we have time to sell the bamboo shoots?"
"You've got a pretty good idea!"
He is just a teenager, but he is smarter and more insightful than those people.
"Aunt, I'm thinking, those people go to sell bamboo shoots, and it takes at least two or three days to go back and forth. They have to spend a lot of money on travel expenses and food and lodging. It's not certain whether they will make a profit or a loss."
Lu Qingyao looked at him with a smile on her face and an approving look.
"Shitou, if you sell me these bamboo shoots today, I can only get twelve wen per pound of large ones, seven wen for small ones, and two wen for defective ones. Furthermore, the price isn't fixed; it fluctuates daily with the market. It might not be the same price tomorrow. Are you willing?"
"Twelve cents!" Shitou hesitated.
Only twelve cents?
It’s different every day.
This was far from what he had expected.
Lu Qingyao's eyes fell on Sun Tiantian's face, "Tiantian, what about you?"
"I'll sell the stone if you want."
"Okay, go back and think about it. If you're willing to sell, bring the bamboo shoots back tomorrow morning."
The two of them walked away dejectedly.
"Sister-in-law, I don't understand why you don't add a little bit. If you add a little bit, maybe they will be willing to sell it immediately." Liu Yu Niang's eyes were full of confusion.
She was finding it increasingly difficult to understand Lu Qingyao.
Jiang Miaomiao pinched her mother's little finger and babbled.
I want to listen... Mommy, please tell me...
"Miaomiao wants to know too, right?" Lu Qingyao pinched her daughter's little face.
Many times, she felt that her daughter seemed to understand what they were saying.
"People say that things are valuable because they are rare. When rare things become abundant, they naturally become less expensive. If you give others too high expectations, they will be greatly disappointed. The price of bamboo shoots follows the market. If you offer a high price the first time and then drop the price later, it will inevitably give people a reason to criticize you..."
Jiang Miaomiao shook her little head, and her short, soft hair swayed up and down.
Liu Yu Niang nodded, not quite understanding what she meant.
"It means you can't give too high a price the first time, right?"
"That's about it."
After the banquet, everyone dispersed.
Jiang Miaomiao and her family are getting ready for bed.
Mother said I should go to bed early because I must get up early tomorrow morning.
But Jiang Miaomiao was in high spirits tonight, kicking her short legs and rolling back and forth on the bed.
The more you roll, the more spirited you become.
As he was rolling, he was held down by a big hand.
"Good boy Miaomiao, go to sleep..."
Then my mother hummed a lullaby she had heard from somewhere: "Sheep, sheep, sheep... jumping over the flower wall... donkey... pushing the mill..."
Jiang Miaomiao, who was not sleepy at first, was held in her mother's arms and her little head was stroked.
Then I fell asleep inexplicably.
When she woke up, it was already noon. As usual, she slept in again.
I was still woken up by the chirping.
I feel a little grumpy when I wake up.
The red bird stood beside the cradle, calling tirelessly...
[Jiang Miaomiao, the sun is shining on your butt...it's time to get up!]
【Jiang Miaomiao, a lazy bum...】
Jiang Miaomiao had an impulse at this moment...she wanted to catch a bird.
I want to pluck out all its hair.
When Jiang Zifeng came in, he saw his sister lying beside the cradle, reaching out to the red bird.
He was so scared that he quickly hugged his sister in his arms.
After the last fall, he has a psychological trauma.
Mother is not at home today. She went to Jiangzhou to sell bamboo shoots.
Jiang Miaomiao nestled in her elder brother's arms, drinking goat's milk, but her eyes were fixed on the little wolf cub in the wooden basin.
The little guy grew a little and opened his eyes.
A small white ball looked at her with its eyes rolling.
Licking his tongue from time to time.
It makes a gurgling sound, which is so cute.
It's amazing that she actually thinks a wolf is cute...but this is a man-eating wolf!
However, Jiang Miaomiao still left half of the food for it.
You have to be nice to it, in case his father comes to cause trouble, he is a leader wolf.
Can't afford to offend...
Jiang Miaomiao heard footsteps at the door again and immediately became alert.
She remembered who was next to Aunt Wang last time.
If someone is lingering at your door but doesn't come in.
Either he has ulterior motives or something bad is going on.
He used the chirp to fly out and take a look.
Tiantian and Shitou came, each carrying a basket of bamboo shoots.
My mother is indeed very good at predicting things.
The door opened.
"Brother Yan, take a look at how much I can sell these bamboo shoots for."
Jiang Ziyan separated the large and small bamboo shoots, weighed them, and said, "Thirty catties of large bamboo shoots, and twenty catties of small bamboo shoots, a total of six hundred and fifty coins."
"So many! Brother Yan, you must have counted it correctly." Although Shi Tou was illiterate.
But I still know some basic arithmetic.
It didn't match his previous estimate.
More!
He wants every cent that belongs to him, and not a single cent that doesn't belong to him.
"Not much, that's the price." Jiang Ziyan took copper coins from the box and handed them to him. "The price of bamboo shoots varies with the market. What my mother told me yesterday was yesterday's price. Today's price is 15 wen per jin for large bamboo shoots and 10 wen per jin for small ones. It varies with the market, and the price will fluctuate every day from now on."
"Okay, I'll come again tomorrow." Shitou remembered that Aunt Lu had indeed said such a thing, and the price of bamboo shoots today was even higher than yesterday.
No matter how rich others become, it has nothing to do with him. He is happier than to get these 650 coins. This is the salary of his father for seven or eight days working outside.
Why not, let Dad stop working and come back to dig bamboo shoots!
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and headed towards the town.
After Shitou and Tiantian left, many people came to Miaomiao's house carrying bamboo shoots.
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