Although when Yu Yaoyang agreed, she could already see a bad premonition on her determined face.
But there was no way, she gave too much.
Under the huge attraction of "Baji", he simply stepped into Rutang's trap.
After closing the stall, the two of them put the turned-off stove into a silk bag and the pots and pans in pieces in another silk bag. They tied the mouths of the two bags together, put them behind the car seat, and pushed them.
Biking to the city.
It was past dinner time and there was no traffic at the train station. Yu Yaoyang couldn't guess who she wanted to sell the things to, so he pushed the cart and left as she said.
"Let's go to the brewery first," Rutang said.
"Why, you still want to drink to strengthen your courage?" Yu Yaoyang wanted to take advantage of her verbally.
"I didn't drink last night." Rutang replied with a calm expression, as if to say, kiss you on the face, do you still need to drink to be brave?
Yu Yaoyang was stunned, and the innocent young man's ears suddenly turned red.
It was obvious that he was dishonest in the first place, but she suppressed him with just one sentence.
It felt like a Landlord fight. He went one-on-two and felt invincible. Rutang threw a king blast with an expressionless face.
She was suppressed in her area of expertise...
Yu Yaoyang secretly held back a mouthful of unknown anger, and the two of them arrived at the brewery.
The door of the brewery was closed, and the gatekeeper was listening to storytelling with a big teapot. Yu Yaoyang opened the door and came in.
"Uncle, can you get some beer?"
The uncle put down the teapot, glanced at him, and waved his hand.
"The beer carts are back. Go to the city early tomorrow and queue up to buy. Our factory is not retailing to the outside world!"
The way to buy beer here is very special, the big green bottle is very expensive, and ordinary people buy it in bulk.
The brewery will put out a few beer carts before noon every day. The three-wheeled carts contain two large barrels and are connected to hoses. When buying beer, you can carry the barrels or thermoses and put as much as you want.
If you move too slowly, you won't be able to catch it.
"My greedy girls are greedy for this drink when they are pregnant. If they can't drink it, they will cry, make trouble, or hang themselves." Yu Yaoyang compares with Rutang behind him.
The old man stretched his neck to take a look and clicked his tongue.
"What is your pregnancy? Is it a wine basket or the reincarnation of Du Kang? How can you drink while pregnant?"
Rutang felt that Yu Yaoyang did it on purpose.
This guy is shameless in order to win a "huge" bet.
"Uncle, he's teasing you. We two sell fried seafood and want to pair it with some beer. This is my own salted duck egg. You can try it."
Rutang took out two salted duck eggs from his trouser pocket like a magic trick.
Yu Yaoyang was a little depressed. Isn't this what he used to do to "convince people with virtue"? She learned this thing very quickly.
"This is too much!" The uncle lowered his hand holding the teapot, pretending to refuse, but his movements were obviously a bit slow. Rutang knew at a glance that there was a way.
I took a chance and glanced into the uncle's big tea vat. The tea vat was filled with beer!
As expected of a brewery janitor, look at how he is treated on a daily basis, drinking beer as water.
"Uncle, there are clams I fried on the bicycle. It's boring for you to drink beer with nothing. Come and try it." Rutang said as she ran out. Yu Yaoyang looked at her with cold eyes and convinced others with her virtue.
"It's okay~" The uncle stretched out his hand to pretend to stop him without any sincerity, his eyes were full of expectation.
Rutang soon came back with a small iron helmet filled with fried clams.
This kind of thing is not valuable at the seaside, but it can't stand the fragrance. I have only eaten the original steamed version before, and I have never seen such a gorgeous cooking method. I nodded after eating it and drank it with wine.
"Give me the thermos and I'll go in and give you a drink."
The uncle grabbed the thermos and entered the workshop. Rutang took the time to discuss the price with Yu Yaoyang.
Judging from the way the uncle drinks beer from a teapot, the brewery should have relatively loose control over bulk beer.
The uncle probably didn't charge money for Rutang's fried clams, but if Rutang wanted to get the beer, money was indispensable.
Yu Yaoyang always goes to the city and knows the market price very well. The price of real beer is 3.5 cents per liter.
The kettle has a capacity of 3 liters. Rutang took out the money from his pocket, found a one dollar note and held it in his hand.
The uncle came back after a while and filled a full pot.
"Thank you, uncle. How much does it cost?" Rutang asked.
The uncle waved his hand.
"What's the money? Take it for a drink."
These were all polite words in Rutang's plan. If she took the pot, said thank you and left, it would be gone if she came back for a drink next time.
Rutang put the prepared money on the table, and the uncle's eyes immediately lit up.
"This is impossible!"
"As a result, I think you look very much like my grandfather. We have hit it off. I will come to buy wine from now on. Grandpa, please don't bother me."
The abacus in Rutang's heart was crackling. She just wanted to get some beer and sell her seafood. Unexpectedly, she discovered after arriving that the brewery contained huge business opportunities.
3 cents per liter, one liter can hold 4 cups.
A cup sells for 2 cents, and there are many people willing to drink it. Beer carts only sell it in a small area in the city center, and they are not available in towns and villages.
The bottle costs 1.04 yuan a bottle. In this era when the per capita salary is in the dozens, what family can afford this?
But if it was 2 cents a cup, she believed that many men would be willing to satisfy their craving. How many men could resist the temptation of tobacco and alcohol?
Her father would have been willing to spend 2 cents a week to reward himself if he hadn't gone to school for re-education.
If she could get the rights to sell real beer, it would be a great money-making business.
Thinking of this, Rutang looked at the uncle with more eagerness to see his relatives. Not only did the uncle believe that he really looked like Rutang's grandfather, but Rutang herself believed it.
The money was given to the uncle. It was up to the uncle in the factory whether to hand it over or not. I knew he would not hand it over. The uncle got an extra dollar of income out of thin air. So the uncle looked at Rutang and saw his granddaughter a little more.
The enthusiasm of the time.
"Put your little basin here first. Come back after you close the stall. Then I will fill the pot for you." The uncle gestured to the basin with clams and said kindly.
Rutang thanked her again and again, carrying the pot and following Yu Yaoyang out of the brewery.
Rutang calculates the profits, his face lights up.
"Tomorrow we will get a 20-liter bucket, install a faucet, and seal it well so that the air cannot escape and it will not taste good. 20 liters is definitely not enough for 80 cups. We are just testing the market and adding more later.
quantity."
20 liters, which is about 80 cups, can probably be sold out in conjunction with the fried seafood in the city.
20 liters is the scope of authority of the gatekeeper. Rutang plans to take this much in the early stage. If the market expands later, she will be able to convince more brewery people. The purchase price of 20 liters is 7 yuan, and she can sell it for 16 yuan. Net
Earn 11 yuan.
With just the income from drinks, she and Brother Yaoyang can live more comfortably than ordinary workers, but drinks are just a gimmick. If you make good use of them, you can earn more.
The more Rutang thought about it, the happier she became. She almost laughed out loud. When she looked up, she saw Yu Yaoyang with his arms around her and looking at her coldly.
"Brother Yaoyang, what's wrong?"
"Your father must have died before you were born. He didn't even have any photos left. How did you know that he looked like yours?"
"In my heart, if my grandfather were still alive, he would be this glorious and majestic image. With a bottle of beer, the good wind would send me to the sky with its power!"
What made her recite a poem? It was the power of family affection!