Crystal clear, milk-like white and silky rice soup.

There is not a trace of foam on it, and it is as clean as if it has been filtered in a special container.

Evenly sized rice grains are suspended inside the milky white rice broth.

Wu Jun took a shallow taste, and his two eyebrows almost danced excitedly.

Looking at the rice porridge full of color and fragrance in the bowl, Wu Jun actually had the illusion of appreciating a work of art.

"Is this bowl of rice porridge really made by me?" Wu Jun couldn't believe that he could make such a top-notch delicacy!

A bowl of white rice porridge that couldn't be simpler exudes infinite charm!

Wu Jun had a great appetite, and drank three bowls of white rice porridge in a row, drank dry, and didn't have any small pickles.

Wu Jun felt that the small pickles were no longer worthy of the white rice porridge he had boiled.

Just a small pickle and drink your own boiled white rice porridge, it's like smearing on a work of art!

Although it was a little disgusting to think about it during the meal, he felt that there was nothing more apt than this analogy.

After drinking the millet porridge, Wu Jun brushed the dishes and pots, and laboriously took out a sack of rice produced in the game from the bedroom and put it next to the shelves of rice, flour, grain and oil in the supermarket.

After finishing all this, Wu Jun sat back in his boss's chair, thinking of the scene of his rice being sold, and a smile appeared on his face.

The rice produced in the game has been tasted, and he also has a more accurate positioning for the price of rice.

On the market, ordinary rice sells for about 3 yuan, high-quality rice is 5 yuan, and there are high-grade rice and the like.

The highest price of domestic rice is a rice called "duck rice" in the Wuchang rice series, which is gimmicky with duck rice coexistence, natural green and pollution-free, and the price is as high as more than 20 yuan a catty, which is definitely the LV in rice.

Although Wu Jun has never tasted "duck rice", he is very confident in the rice produced in the game of [Resource Tycoon], and believes that it will not be worse than it.

However, people are backed by big brands, and second, a large number of advertisements and various promotions, although the quality of their rice is hard enough and the taste is first-class, it is not easy to sell it at that price.

Moreover, more than 20 yuan and 1 pound of rice undoubtedly turn away ordinary people, and it is only suitable for taking the high-end route, less and fine, fine and expensive.

Recall one of the conditions that need to be met to level up the game: sell 10,000 tons of in-game rice.

Wu Jun directly rejected the idea of taking the high-end route.

The average salary of residents in Shimen City is only more than 3,000 yuan, and only a few are willing to buy this kind of high-end rice.

20 yuan can be used to buy meat, and you can make a meal of braised pork, of course, when the price of pork has not yet taken off.

"If you sell too low, you will spoil things, and if you sell too high, it will affect sales, so let's set a price that is neither high nor low in the middle." Wu Jun thought about it and finally decided to price the rice at the price of high-quality rice on the market, 5 yuan a catty.

In the game, it can now produce 4 tons of rice a day, 8,000 catties, and if it is all sold, it will be a net income of 40,000 yuan a day!

One day's income can catch up with the income of an ordinary worker in Shimen City for a year, and this money speed is terrifying to death!

Wu Jun is not so greedy, and he is already very satisfied with this income.

The morning's work has passed in a blink of an eye.

Wu Jun sat back on the boss's chair in the counter with blank eyes, a little dumbfounded.

Things are not the same as I imagined......

It's been morning, and not a single pound of rice has been sold!

Right now...... Are people not eating rice anymore?

I seem to be overly optimistic......

After lunch, Wu Jun learned from the pain and finally thought that something had gone wrong in that link.

The propaganda link did not keep up!

The aroma of wine is also afraid of deep alleys.

Nowadays, selling an aunt's towel is overwhelmingly advertised on TV.

It's obviously not impossible to sit here and wait for customers to come and buy rice.

can't be like the sketch in the early years, Uncle Huang Honghuang, pushing a bicycle, walking the streets and alleys shouting, selling Dami ~ selling Dami ~ selling Dami......

I also know the uniqueness of rice after I have tasted it, and the Chinese people pay attention to tasting it before buying, anyway, they don't need money for their own rice, so they can also try it first.

As soon as he thought of it, Wu Jun hung a small sign saying "If you have something to go out, suspend business", on the door.

I swept a small yellow car and went out, and spent more than 100 yuan in a nearby small commodity wholesale market to buy a large bag of small plastic bags.

Back at the small supermarket, Wu Jun didn't open the door immediately, and closed the door to pack the rice produced in the game into a small bag.

Each bag is no more, no less, three spoons of small spoons, and the amount is about half a catty, just enough for a family of four to eat a meal of steamed rice.

It took more than half an hour for Wu Jun to pack more than 200 bags of small packages before reopening for business.

"Xiao Wu, I'll take a pack of toilet paper. "Just opened the door for a while, the old customer Sister Xu came to the door, Sister Xu's name is Xu Minli, and Wu Jun is a fellow countryman, when the supermarket first opened, she helped bring in a lot of customers.

Xu Minli said hello to Wu Jun, walked to the small room where daily necessities were placed, and came out with a large bag of toilet paper.

Wu Jun took a fifty bill and gave 15 yuan in change.

Xu Minli took the change and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wu Jun.

"Eldest sister, don't be in a hurry to go," Wu Jun took out a few small packages of rice and handed them to Xu Minli, and said with a smile, "Eldest sister, this is the rice that I am the new agent here, you can take these bags back and taste them." ”

"Hey, if you don't say it, I almost forgot, our family's rice is just about to run out, so the eldest sister will taste it first, and I'll buy it tomorrow." Xu Minli stretched out her hand to take the rice, thanked Wu Jun, and turned around to go out.

"Aunt Wang, try the rice of my new agent, this bag doesn't cost money, try it for free. ”

"Don't want money! Xiao Wu, then give me another bag, your uncle has a lot of food, and one bag is not enough to eat." ”

"Okay, you take it, it's delicious, and then buy it. ”

"Brother Li......"

From the opening of the afternoon to the closing of the evening, Wu Jun will give rice to everyone, and when he enters the store to buy an old popsicle for 5 cents, he will also give 1 small bag of rice.

The news of receiving free rice soon spread, and the traffic in the small supermarket was obviously much more than usual, all for the free rice.

More than 200 bags of tasting packs were quickly delivered, and Wu Jun urgently packed another 100 bags.

When the door closes at night, there is not a single bag left, and all of them are delivered.

Among them, a very small number of people, who love to be greedy for small bargains, have repeatedly received two bags.

What's even more excessive is an aunt who received 5 bags back and forth.

Although Wu Jun does not have the ability to forget, he also remembers this aunt.

However, he is not good at dealing with an old man, and at the tasting stage, he is not inferior to her.

What she took from herself for free today will be earned back from her another day.

After eating his own rice, Wu Jun is very confident that he will attract a large number of repeat customers.

The more you eat, the more likely you are to come back and buy it.

In the evening, another 4 tons of rice were produced in the game.

Wu Jun didn't bother to take it out, so he had no place to put it, so he left it in the warehouse in the game.

Last night, I was still imagining that I would earn tens of thousands of dollars a day, but today I didn't get anything, and I was slapped in the face by reality.

Wu Jun lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep, and he had insomnia.

There are only 27 days left until my father's second craniotomy.

At this moment, the money in his hand is only more than 2,000 yuan.

When will I be able to get the remaining 80,000 yuan?

Putting his head under the quilt and trying not to think about the cost of the operation, Wu Jun fell asleep in a daze.