After inquiring about the price, the main purpose of going to the town has actually been achieved.

It's just that this start-up capital is really a bit of a problem, according to Fan Yang's idea, if you have two or three thousand yuan in the early stage, you can go to Kangding.

It's the beginning of March, and the Cordyceps season is in April and May every year, which means that there is still more than a month left for yourself.

It's just a leather workshop, my cheap brother, why don't you listen to persuasion.

Plan well, this leather workshop, in a short period of time, earns one or two thousand yuan, which is easy in Fan Yang's opinion.

"What now? Are you going home? Why don't I go talk to your brother again, and let them serve us dinner before leaving." ”

"Forget it, pull it down. ”

But looking back, I was really unwilling.

"Hey, I really don't believe it, go, I really have to go back and eat this meal today. ”

Fan Yang was a little angry when he thought about it, after all, time waits for no one.

When he heard that Fan Yang was going back to eat, he thought he had enlightened, so the two of them went back.

When I walked to the corner of the leather store, I noticed a large circle in front of me, and it seemed that something had happened.

The whole street was blocked, and there were three layers of people inside and three layers outside.

It seems to be watching something lively.

"Something is going to happen, right?"

Because it's right in front of the leather store.

Fan Yang looked a little anxiously, because the position of the leather shop was higher, and he found that Fan Wei and the old leatherman were leaning against the door, and they were also looking down.

It's also looking at the lively appearance.

"What's the matter? ”

"Fight, fight......"

"What's going on?"

In addition to obeying Fan Yangyan, he didn't have such a good face for others, and he wanted to break through the crowd with his hands and feet, but he obviously underestimated the enthusiasm of the onlookers, and he couldn't squeeze in at all.

"Let's go, let's go up and see. ”

Fan Yang pointed to the leather store, and the two hurriedly ran up.

I saw that under the leather store, there must have been a stall, and on the ground there was a wooden board with two benches, on which was laid a piece of oiled paper, and there were hammers, shovels, chisels, iron drills, sickles, wood knives, and other agricultural tools.

But at this time, it was scattered everywhere.

On top of the oiled paper was a bald man, holding a hammer in his hand, and was pressed to the ground by two middle-aged men who were also strong.

It seemed that he was making trouble, but it didn't work out and he was subdued to the ground.

The bald man on the ground, although he suffered a little loss, fought two by himself, but with a hammer in his hand, he was still reckless, and he kept scolding in his mouth.

The two middle-aged people who pressed him were completely different from the yellow and thin faces of ordinary farmers, and the two of them looked like they were working coolies all year round, and they were very stocky, and they didn't hit him when they held it down, but they just grabbed the bald two hands and didn't let him get up.

The three of them were deadlocked, most of the onlookers were old farmers, and no one went up to pull the rack, so they were in a stalemate there.

"Uncle Wang, what's the matter?"

"Blacksmith Song, run up and make trouble......"

There is only such a big street in total, and it can be said that everyone who has lived up and down knows each other, and the neighborhood probably knows what happened to any house.

It turned out that the blacksmith Song and the two stallholders had a conflict for more than a day or two.

These two stalls, also blacksmiths, are just from the town next door.

The next town is a small town, located in a remote area, and the scale of the market is far from this one, perhaps because the business is not very good, so the two blacksmiths brought the farm tools they made to this town to sell.

Once or twice, Blacksmith Song endured it, but in his opinion, the business in this town has been doing it for many years.

Now the business grabbers are coming, and these two blacksmiths seem to have tasted the sweetness, as long as they rush to the market, they will roll farm tools and sell them.

Is this time there is no end? In a fit of anger, Blacksmith Song ran over to make trouble.

It is said that the farming tools of these two blacksmiths are made of rotten iron, and they bend when they are struck.

So he came with a hammer, and if a few words were wrong, he smashed it according to the stall.

As a result, he was pressed to the ground by the two of them and punched a few times.

"Get out of the way, here's ...... from the police station"

Four or five policemen came over and quickly took control of the scene.

After a commotion, the three people were taken away, and the farm tools scattered on the ground were picked up and taken away, because they often set up stalls here, and Uncle Wang and the two blacksmiths were also acquaintances, and the two blacksmiths also gave Uncle Wang a cigarette or something, so Uncle Wang was a good man, and went down to help pack up the remaining farm tools and move them back to the leather store.

"Peers are enemies. Uncle Wang said.

Fan Wei smiled contemptuously beside him: "If you want to replace me, your feet will be broken for them." ”

Fan Yang had a flash of inspiration, found a breakthrough, ignored Fan Wei, but said to Uncle Wang: "This is inevitable, where are there so many unique businesses, like this situation, it is definitely not right to make trouble, if it were me, the way to deal with it would be different." ”

"Huh. The old leatherman smiled, looked at Fan Yang, and always felt that these two boys were a little different today.

Do you know how to deal with things?

"Then if it were you, what would you do? ”

"You sell, I sell, I'll set up a stall next to you, you are from the town next door, I will squeeze you away at a loss, I will not make money, the cost of selling, you are in the town next door, there are still carriage and horse fees, people eat horses and chew do not need money? Now that this is a market economy, how can there be no competition? You have beaten away a batch today, and another batch will come again tomorrow, can you still finish the fight?"

Uncle Wang nodded, even he felt that this made sense.

In fact, the old cobbler didn't know how to do business.

Fan Yang's words also gave him some inspiration: "Actually, who is to blame, Song Blacksmith doesn't know how to be flexible, if it is me, he will not buy anything in his shop, you will make a hoe, you have to pay the money first, and you have to run again when you turn around, I don't know if you want to make it, now there are ready-made ones, which one still buys you Song Blacksmith." ”

When Fan Yang heard this, the smile on his face became even stronger, but he didn't expect that Song Blacksmith was actually the same old-fashioned thinking.

Listening to Uncle Wang's words, Fan Yang immediately understood that Song Blacksmith must also open a shop, just make some samples, and slightly larger farm tools need to be booked, and it is tailor-made to say that it sounds good, but this kind of thinking should have been outdated a long time ago.

It's okay to mix up the meal.

To make money, this kind of rigid thinking is definitely not good.

This is also a common problem in that era, firstly, the information is not developed enough, and secondly, the cash flow is indeed small, and most of the older generation hold that they can invest less, they will invest less, and if they can not invest, they will never invest, and the money is too stable.

So a workshop is always a workshop, and you can't run a store.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Wang, what you said is so right, now in business, who doesn't buy ready-made, isn't it the same as we make leather shoes, we can't sell them, shouldn't we also find our own problems?"