Chapter 131 Wang Yuqing sparks a snail-selling craze
Weekend market.
As usual, Wang Yuqing got up early to stir-fry snails, then put them in a steamer, and with the help of Ji Daming and Ji Xiaoming, lifted them onto a wooden cart.
Although Tang Wan had learned how to sell snails last time, she did not choose to do so because she felt it was unethical.
Zhang Cuihua berated her, saying she was stupid, didn't know how to make money, and was just being pretentious.
Tang Wan said in a cold voice, "Mom, I'm not going to sell. If you want to sell, you go ahead and sell."
Zhang Cuihua had become too lazy. If she really went to the market with everyone to sell snails, people would definitely ask her, "You're feeling better now? Why don't you go to work and earn work points instead of selling snails?"
She had no desire to work in the fields to earn work points. Anyway, the brigade provided subsidies, and Tang Wan could also work to earn work points at home. Otherwise, wouldn't her son's death have been in vain? Her son was a great hero, a martyr!
She turned and went back inside to lie down.
Chen E didn't go to sell snails, but her daughter-in-law Feng Chunxia got several baskets of snails and pushed a cart to sell them, even taking half a day off.
In addition, Hua Gui, Yuan Fang, Liu Li, Shi Feng, Qian Juan and a group of others took half a day off and went together.
Aunt Huang, Chen Xiang, Niu Zhenzhen, and Lei Yongxia all followed Wang Yuqing. Along the way, there were also several smaller groups of people that the main group was not very familiar with.
Dozens of women left early in the morning to go to work, especially those from Wang Yuqing's production team. The production team leader, Zheng Yuanhang, was extremely anxious, but the brigade director, He Guangliang, turned a blind eye and didn't say anything, so he couldn't say anything either.
His wife, Xiang Meifeng, stood at the door looking on longingly and said, "I should have gone too."
Zheng Yuanhang scolded her: "Where are you going? You should be working with me to earn work points. What kind of person would skip work and rush to the market to set up a stall? What kind of behavior is this? Is this still a collective?"
Xiang Meifeng snorted, "You're always thinking about the collective, but others don't."
Everyone arrived at the market at seven o'clock in the morning. The people at the market were a little stunned when they saw such a large group of people selling snails, after all, such a phenomenon had never happened before.
Wang Yuqing has some regular customers, and many of them had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Wang Yuqing arrive, they immediately lined up to start buying.
The price remains the same, two cents per pound. Regular customers or those who buy in bulk will receive a small amount free.
The other stalls were rather deserted, as no one was sure if their food was good or not. A young man asked Wang Yuqing, "Are you all together?"
Ji Xiaoming spoke up: "We're not with them."
Wang Yuqing's snails sold out quickly, and everyone praised her for making them better and better. Some people couldn't buy any, so she recommended them to Lei Yongxia, Aunt Huang, Chen Xiang, and Niu Zhenzhen.
Although their cooking didn't taste as good as mine, it was still passable.
A few people came to look at Hua Gui's snails, but no one bought any. They had made a lot, and seeing that they couldn't sell them, Hua Gui was very anxious. Suddenly, she thought of an idea and immediately shouted, "Come and buy snails! Delicious snails! Cheap! Only one cent a pound!"
Her price was half that of Wang Yuqing's.
Who doesn't like to buy cheap things? So her snails were quickly sold out, as some people already complained that Wang Yuqing's prices were too high.
Yuan Fang, Liu Li, Shi Feng, Qian Juan and others also followed suit and sold it for one cent per pound.
The group was having a great time, their smiles practically reaching their ears.
Lei Yongxia had initially attracted many customers from Wang Yuqing's shop, but because their prices were lower, they didn't sell many items.
Lei Yongxia said angrily, "That's outrageous! They're giving an unscrupulous person a handful of salt, and then they're giving them a piece of the pie. How can they steal business like this? They know perfectly well that you've always bought it for two cents a pound, but they're still selling it for one cent a pound."
Their snails were quickly snatched up. Although everyone thought the taste was just so-so, and some even found sand in them, Hua Gui didn't care about the money since she had already gotten it. She even chased away a few people with her scolding.
After they sold out, they happily counted their money and went home.
Wang Yuqing helped Lei Yongxia, Aunt Huang, Chen Xiang, and Niu Zhenzhen hawk their wares for a long time, and they even moved to the alley in the family compound before they barely managed to sell all the snails.
The group was very grateful to Wang Yuqing and paid for an ice pop and a bag of popcorn for Ji Daming and Ji Xiaoming respectively.
Back at the brigade, Lei Yongxia and the others were furious, but thankfully their trip wasn't in vain; they had sold all the snails and each had a dozen or so yuan in their hands.
The news that Jinniu Brigade was making money selling snails quickly spread to the other brigades in the commune. When everyone heard that this stuff could be sold for money, they all quickly followed suit.
Hua Gui and others tasted the sweetness of success and went to the market to sell snails for several days in a row. Because there were large markets in different areas every day, some were on the 3rd, 6th, and 9th, and others on the 2nd, 4th, and 8th.
Wang Yuqing, however, was resting at home, not in a hurry at all.
Ji Xuening returned home from the brigade headquarters and sat at the doorway making furniture.
He's been working with increasing enthusiasm these days. Last time Yang Hui gave him ten yuan to make a wardrobe and a bed, and he still has two yuan left over.
He needed to save up ten yuan to buy piglets at the poultry market in the neighboring commune.
In fact, if the brigade had raised sows to breed piglets, the members could have directly purchased piglets from the brigade, but Jinniu Brigade did not have a pig farm.
The government is also encouraging people to raise more pigs, claiming that a single pig is a miniature chemical plant.
Although he is now a militia company commander and technician, he still has pig farming in his heart because he believes that pig farming will definitely make him rich in the future.
Wang Yuqing cooked a large pot of sweet potato porridge, added a little sugar, and called to him, "Dinner's ready."
Ji Xuening, taking advantage of the fact that it was still light, said, "You guys eat first, I'll finish this."
Grandma Ji sat by the stone table and said with a smile, "Our fourth son is getting more and more energetic when he works now."
Wang Yuqing heated up a portion of sweet potato porridge for Ji Xuening in a pot, thinking about how tired he had been these past few days, leaving early and returning late. Today, he had come home early for once and had been sitting at the door making furniture.
I was really lucky. I died from overwork, and although I was born in a poor era, I married a very outstanding and handsome man.
Grandma Ji went to sleep with her three children, while Ji Xuening was still busy at the door.
Wang Yuqing brought out a steaming bowl of sweet potato porridge, handed it to him, and gave him a warm smile: "Drink it quickly, you'll get stomach problems if you don't eat on time, and your stomach is already not good."
Ji Xuening put down his tools and looked at Wang Yuqing with a dark and dazed expression.
Wang Yuqing asked, "What's wrong?"
Ji Xuening quickly snapped out of her thoughts and hurriedly ate the sweet potato porridge in big mouthfuls, but the smile still lingered in her heart and could not be erased.
After finishing his porridge, Ji Xuening couldn't help but ask, "Now everyone in the village is making money by stir-frying snails like you. Aren't you worried?"
Wang Yuqing took the bowl and chopsticks from his hands, her smile relaxed yet sly: "What are you worried about? I can't tie their hands and feet. But sooner or later, something will happen. Sooner or later, the director will find me."
Ji Xuening didn't quite understand, but she didn't ask any more questions and continued working.
Wang Yuqing went back to her room and went to sleep.
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