Since he decided to take over the burden of the workshop in the village, Zhuang Keqing was a little anxious about selling goods.
On the second day, she prepared dried potatoes and fans and made a special trip to Songling Town.
First, I went to Zhao's house to deliver goods, and then I took Dahei to the Wufuji Records of Zhenxi.
Let Chen Ling wait outside, Zhuang Keqing carried the dried potatoes from a small cloth bag and entered the store.
The two guys are still the ones, one of them looks very familiar, but last time I thought that Liu Zhuang San didn't keep him. There is no one in the store now, so he was a little sleepy, but when he heard someone coming in, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him. When the bright place turns, you will wake up immediately.
"Ah! Girl, you are here!"
He smiled very sincerely, and he just came forward to help Zhuang Keqing in like an old man.
"The shopkeeper has been anxious to wait these days."
The guy was diligently asking someone to sit down, poured tea again, and said a while, and he went to hire the shopkeeper.
Manager Hu is selling goods in the backyard. The summer has passed and seeing the colder day by day, the goods in the store should be replaced with timely batches. If it is difficult to store, it is timely to reduce the price.
But this is something that is used to every year, so it is not important.
What made him even more worried was that the old lady of the master would have to celebrate her birthday in two months, and these little shopkeepers who were all divided into different places would have to spend some time to support her.
But this Songling Town is neither a wealthy place in the south of the Yangtze River. There is no silk and satin that can be used to make any exquisite objects. It is not as lush as wild animals in the north, with centuries-old ginseng and sable antlers. You can buy it for a little money. Good quality.
Manager Hu was worried and worried about death. In previous years, he was inferior to others when giving gifts during the New Year holidays. Is this time he also wanted to be a shabby joke among the shopkeepers?
Just as he was upset, he heard the guy shouting.
"What's wrong with this rash look?"
"Shopkeeper, that girl is here!"
"What girl?"
"Oh! The shopkeeper! The girl who gave you fans that day!"
Manager Hu immediately realized that he left half of the goods and account books and hurriedly followed the clerk out.
“How long have you been here?”
He couldn't help but hurriedly, don't lose anyone this time!
"Shopkeeper, don't worry, you're sitting down, it seems that you're here to come to find you."
The guy laughed and pleased him. The shopkeeper was not happy these days, so he didn't dare to come to the door and get angry.
As soon as Manager Hu opened the curtain, he saw the girl sitting on the official hat chair in the store last time drinking tea.
She had an elegant posture and a leisurely expression. She picked up the teacup and took a sip. It was only ten cents a pound of coarse tea, which seemed to taste the spirit of orchid, and her thighs and bones were clear, which made her feel the charm of a fairy spirit.
The shopkeeper was a little stunned for a moment.
This is not a rough rural woman, even a noble person I occasionally see in Beijing, and he rarely has such a demeanor.
Zhuang Keqing hadn't drunk the tea for a long time. He missed it very much. He only loved the feeling of the slightly bitter and sweet feeling of the tip of his tongue. He closed his eyes and drank a few more sips.
At this time, Manager Hu had already come to his senses. He remembered the serious matter and couldn't wait to see how good the dried potatoes the girl had last time had, and what fans...
"Shopkeeper?"
As soon as Zhuang Keqing opened his eyes, he saw the shopkeeper with a serious face, standing in front of him, staring at the cloth bag he placed on the small table with nice eyes.
This is?
"Dried potatoes, let me see."
She felt a little confused by the expression, and Zhuang Keqing was rarely frightened. She put down the teacup, took the cloth bag at her hand, untied the rope and opened it, and sent it to the shopkeeper.
"You see the goods."
She smiled, with no clue on her face.
Manager Hu reached out and pinched a dried potato, walked to the place with plenty of light in the store, and looked at the things on his hands carefully.
The rich orange-red taste is sweet and sweet, and the touch is soft and soft, which is better than the man who brought it last time.
When Zhuang Keqing saw that the shopkeeper had taken something and looked around without saying anything, he muttered in his heart.
She is very confident in her own dried potatoes, but this person made many excuses to reduce the price last time. Shouldn't this be the case this time?
Could it be that I want to go back on my word last time?
If he is really such a businessman, it would be better if he does business, but he will be cheated again if he saves himself.
The smile on Zhuang Keqing's face faded, but she was still waiting for the shopkeeper to speak.
"Miss, my surname is Hu, and I will call me Lao Hu in the future."
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the shopkeeper actually started to introduce himself, which was confusing.
"I haven't asked the girl's name yet."
"My father's surname is Zhuang."
"It turns out to be Miss Zhuang." The shopkeeper smiled, and at this time he was a little sincere, "I just saw the dried potatoes you brought, and the quality is excellent."
He put the dried potatoes in his hand back into the cloth bag, looked at Zhuang Keqing and said.
"In this way, I am willing to buy it at a price of 10 cents per pound. I just don't know how much goods can you provide for me?"
Manager Hu was extremely pleased, which surprised Zhuang Keqing.
Ten cents per pound is exactly the price that he agreed to last time. It seems that the shopkeeper has no intention of deceiving others. Judging from what he meant, I am afraid he would have to ask for a lot of money.
The farmers in the village have at least one or two acres of sweet potatoes planted in the village. In addition, the year's weather is good, so the ingredients for making dried potatoes are absolutely enough.
If she finalizes the order this time, the workshop preparations will definitely receive more support.
Thinking of this, she said confidently: "As long as the shopkeeper gives enough time, it is not difficult to be a thousand pounds."
"Oh? The little girl is very angry!"
The shopkeeper didn't expect that the girl would be very interested in speaking.
All villages in Songling Town have the habit of growing sweet potatoes, and he knows this. But over the years, no one has made any tricks for this ordinary sweet potato. Even this dried potato is the first.
See you again.
When he thought of the fans who were forced to pieces last time, his heart became hot again.
But now these new things have not been delivered to the county town yet, so it is best to send some to try the way there first. If it is really easy to sell, it is more appropriate to place a bulk order.
The shopkeeper was very careful and suppressed the urge to blurt out the words and directly set a thousand pounds, saying, "I can't use a thousand pounds for the time being. I'll set a two hundred pounds first. If it's easy to sell, it's not too late to order with you."
Zhuang Keqing was not disappointed when he heard this.
Whether it is building a workshop or hiring people to set rules, it will take some time. If you have 200 kilograms, you will be able to do it in a few days.
She nodded, "Okay, if 200 kilograms, I will be able to deliver the goods in ten days."
"It's so good!" Manager Hu praised: "There is also the last time that fan, I will set 200 pounds first, but how does this fan make the price?"
"Fifteen pounds of fans."
"That's more cost-effective for fans," the shopkeeper joked.
In his experience, although the unit price of fans is more expensive, they will definitely be easier to sell than dried potatoes in the future. But now there is no need to rush. They all set 200 kilograms first. When the goods arrive, they will only be kept in the store for a small part.
Let’s talk about it if you are all transported to the county.
"Then ten days later, the delivery of dried potatoes and 200 kilograms of vermicelli will be made now?"
Manager Hu was unexpectedly straightforward, and Zhuang Keqing felt relieved, but he did not forget to make a contract.
“Stand now.”
The shopkeeper waved his hand, and the worker standing beside him brought a pen, ink, paper and ink, unfolded the paper, and carefully ground the ink, then served a brush that licked the ink.
The contract was written in two copies, and the shopkeeper handed it to Zhuang Keqing after he finished writing it.
The characters written by Dai Guo were no different from traditional Chinese characters in later generations, so she had no problem reading them. Zhuang Keqing quickly glanced at the eyes, considered several of the words, and confirmed that it was roughly correct, so she pressed the oil painting and copied the index finger.
Her movements were smooth and smooth, but in the eyes of Manager Hu, she felt it was a bit interesting.
"You can still read?" he couldn't help asking.
Just a rural girl, how can she learn to read?
"Are you afraid of what I do in this covenant book?"
Or was the behavior just now a pretentious thing?
"My husband was taught by him." Zhuang Keqing folded the contract, stuffed it into his purse properly, and replied with a smile.
If these old fried dough sticks in the market show their timidity in front of them for the first time, they will not know how much profit they will be exploited in the future. It would be better for her to directly move out Shen Ling as a shield and establish her own literacy design.
, and then it will be much more convenient.
"Besides, I believe in the sign of Wufuji, and I believe that the shopkeeper will not deceive me, a little girl."