After listening to Mingheng's words, Qiao Mingjin thought for a while, put down the bamboo, lowered his head and did some calculations, then took out 85 Wen from his bag and gave it to Mingheng.
"Seventy-five cents is the money you get from selling two eggs for three cents. For the other ten cents, you tell Aunt Xiu that we will sell them for three cents and two eggs, but we will give two cents more for every ten cents.
.In this way, we can get fifteen cents for every fifty eggs we sell, and thirty cents for each hundred eggs we sell."
Mingheng thought for a moment and then said: "Can't we just pay the price on the set? Why do we need to pay an extra two cents for every ten eggs? Originally, we could earn twenty-five cents for fifty eggs."
Qiao Mingjin then smiled and said, "Others know that we sell an egg for two cents. If others think we earn too much, they won't entrust us to sell it for them. Some people would rather pick their own eggs and sell them cheaply at Songshan Market.
It won’t be entrusted to us. We still want to live here, and we’d better not do anything that makes people jealous.”
"And only by making people think that we are helping them sell firewood when selling firewood, and not specializing in this business, can others feel that we are doing them a favor instead of making money from them. This way
Only in the village can we live a good life, gain sympathy from others, and others will not say crooked things when we make money in the future."
Mingheng looked at Qiao Mingjin with burning eyes, nodded sharply, took the money and went out.
Mingheng has a quick mind and Qiao Mingjin is not worried at all. This younger brother knows how to talk.
He turned around and took out the candy bars he bought today for Ming Qi and Xiao Wan'er to eat. Seeing that his aunt and nephew were very happy, he ordered them to water the vegetables they planted yesterday.
Xiao Wan'er was very happy running around in the yard, riding on a thin bamboo pole and galloping around. She had never seen a horse until she was so old, and she only knew how to ride in an ox cart.
The little thing walked around Qiao Mingjin with a candy bar in his mouth, raising a cloud of dust and shouting loudly: "Mother, mother, why hasn't Caicai sprouted yet?"
"Ben Wan'er, I just planted it yesterday, how could it sprout so quickly! Come on, my aunt will take you to boil water for the vegetables. Your mother has to do some work!"
Qiao Mingjin smiled and pulled her in front of him, poked her bulging cheeks, and said: "Don't talk when eating sweets, otherwise the sugar will get stuck in your throat, which will cause pain and make you unable to speak anymore."
.I can’t call my mother anymore, what should Wan’er do?”
The little thing immediately threw down the thin bamboo pole, covered his mouth with his two little hands, opened his eyes wide, and shook his head desperately.
Qiao Mingjin and Mingqi looked funny, and they poked her cheeks with their hands at the same time.
But the little thing only dared to stare at Mingqi. Mingqi looked amused and poked her a few more times. The little thing stretched out his little hand to hit her, and the two started chasing her in the yard.
After a while, the aunt and nephew again held hands affectionately and went to water the vegetables.
Qiao Mingjin looked at them and smiled, then turned around and concentrated on dealing with the dozen bamboo poles.
Cut it, remove the branches and leaves, and grind it flat. Then use two sticks to form a cross at the end of the neck, and then knock it down with the back of the knife. It stops at the two bamboo joints. Then four sticks become eight.
The eight roots turned into sixteen. Then the bamboo skin was used to weave and shape the second bamboo section to make it look like an open palm.
Then they burned firewood and bent the front end into shape.
This is a technical job. If you are not careful, the bamboo will be burned or the shape will be bad. Not everyone can bend sixteen bamboo pieces into the same shape. Although the farmers are
It doesn’t matter how much you use it, but if it looks good and looks good, it will sell better, right?
Qiao Mingjin quickly made one, and she was very good at it.
Looking at the bamboo rake I had made, I held it up and looked at it again and again, and touched it back and forth with my hands. No burrs were found, and then raked the ground again. I smiled proudly and felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Well, you can also carve some words on the bamboo rake, such as "good harvest", "prosperous livestock", "safe house" and so on. Most farmers are illiterate, but they also hope for a good sign, so the bamboo rake she made
It can also sell better than others.
Qiao Mingjin worked hard and was full of energy...
Mingheng came back after Qiao Mingjin finished three.
Before I even entered the door, I shouted: "Sister, sister!"
Without even taking a breath, he said: "When I sent the money to Aunt Xiu, a few people happened to be chatting at her house. They heard that I could help sell eggs, and the money was more than those sold at Songshan Market, so they all started talking.
Go home and get eggs!"
This is indeed good news.
Qiao Mingjin smiled. Although the eggs are expensive in Qingchuan County, few people go all the way to the county to sell them. Now that she not only charges a high price, but also saves them the trouble, there must be someone
Willingly.
A person who has only been holding the basket for only half a time can still hold the basket, but what if there are more?
Maybe the bullock cart bumped along the road, or something broke and broke. It would be a loss outweighing the gain. Not only would you not make any money, you might have to pay compensation.
It is appropriate to use egg trays. In the past life, my mother often took the train from her hometown to bring grass-fed eggs for her to eat. She tied them with several pieces of egg trays. When she got home, none of them were broken.
Qiao Mingjin saw her mother lying in a pool of blood, and her mother's weak voice sounded in her ears: "Mom... is afraid of pain, don't want to be cremated... go back to your hometown... be buried... don't be buried with him..."
There was a buzzing in Qiao Mingjin's ears, and her whole body curled up. She fell from the stool to the ground, her hand tightly covering her heart, and her forehead almost hit the ground...
It hurts, all over my body...
"Sister, sister! Sister, what's wrong with you?"
Mingheng was chattering beside Qiao Mingjin about collecting eggs for sale. In a moment, he saw that his sister, who was still deep in thought, suddenly fell to the ground. Mingheng was frightened and stood there helplessly.
There.
Mingqi also threw the bucket, pulled Xiao Wan'er and ran over: "Sister, sister! Sister, what's wrong with you?"
"Mother, mother..." Wan'er cried loudly.
Mingqi and Mingheng stepped forward to help Qiao Mingjin up, but Qiao Mingjin was still immersed in the past and her body was very heavy. The two of them were unable to help her up.
Qiao Mingjin burst into tears in just a moment.
The three children were so frightened that they all cried.
Sister Xiu and her three young daughters-in-law heard this outside the door. They all looked at each other, then opened the door vigorously and ran in.
"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Why are you crying like a ball?
"Aunt Xiu, come and take a look! My sister doesn't know what's going on, she seems to be in pain." Ming Qi said to Yun Jinxiu with tears streaming down her face, choking with sobs.
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