Chapter 41: The Farmer's Market
"Forehead ......" is still incomprehensible if it lacks a course.
"You're poor. ”
Indeed, in the absence of a door, two dollars are cherished.
Especially some time ago, two dollars was enough for him to fight.
"Then let me ask you, if it were you, this Shaqima, and you met it on the road, would you buy it?"
"8 bucks? I'm definitely not going to buy it. ”
"Yes, this is your consumption concept, of course, the current price of 8 yuan is really expensive, I ask you, if it were in our hometown, Sichuan, this Shaqima 4 yuan a bag, would you buy it?"
"No, it won't. Missing a door shook his head.
"Will you buy the 3 yuan a bag?"
"No, it won't. Missing a door shook his head: "It's only a dollar to eat a bowl of noodles, what am I buying it for?" ”
"That's right, you don't have the spending power, you won't buy what you don't buy. ”
"And if you want to buy it, you sell it for 6 yuan, and he buys it, and he sells it for 8 yuan, and he will buy it too, so why should I earn 4 yuan if I can earn 6 yuan? Unless we have a huge price advantage in selling shoes, do you still have the luxury of hoping to make a rush to buy this kind of small commodity like selling shoes? You have to figure out the difference between popular products and ordinary goods. ”
"Explosive goods?"
"Yes, it's just to sell some snacks, why should I compress my profits? You have a bad habit, yes, I admit it, some people will be tempted by two dollars cheaper, but that's how I do business, if you want to buy it, you can buy it, if you don't buy it, forget it, get used to it, he will buy it if he doesn't buy it, and if he doesn't come, he will reduce the price, so what kind of business do you do? ”
"Well, I really don't understand this. Missing a door was confused, but after thinking for a while, he still said: "Then we also sell 8 yuan, so shouldn't others go to the store to buy it?"
"Listen, there is a lack of a door, this is the truth I want to tell you, a shrewd businessman is always to deliver what is needed to the people who need it, this sentence is still enough, just this point, it is enough. ”
"Forehead ......" lacks a door, and the more I listen to it, the more confused I become.
Fan Yang shook his head, it seems that this lack of brains is still turning a little slowly.
"It's okay, you'll find out slowly. ”
Although he said so, what Fan Yang actually thought was that it was better to be careful.
Although it doesn't hurt to set up a small stall yourself, you can lower the price at every turn, and if it reaches Tashi's ears, what if others mind?
He didn't want to suddenly go somewhere, be hit on the head, and then be beaten up inexplicably.
I don't want someone to come to trouble in three days.
Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.
It's better to be careful.
It's a trivial thing to be beaten one by one, and if you meet a few grumpy people and dig a hole for yourself, it's really a big game.
Some people have a bad temper, but in other people's territory, especially in this era, it is better to have good rules.
The next morning, at 6 o'clock, the two got up.
Come to the farmer's market.
Due to the proximity, the two did not bring the goods, but first observed, found a noodle shop opposite the farmers' market, and sat down to eat noodles.
The farmers' market in Kangding is not as busy as outside, and the market opens late, until more than 7 o'clock, when I see a tricycle dragging pork and vegetables into the vegetable market.
The pork and beef slaughtered by the meat joint factory are half a piece of one horse, and I watched several tricycles drag the meat into the market one after another, all of which are the amount of two or three horses.
Even the beef is one or two.
"It seems that Kangding's urban population and consumption power are still good, and the standard of living will not be worse than that outside. ”
At 8 o'clock, the number of people buying groceries gradually increased.
The farmers' market here is similar to the outside, it is all planned by the municipal government, the inside is a fixed stall, no one cares outside, and the flow of people in the vegetable market every morning is absolutely guaranteed.
Everybody has to eat.
Therefore, the farmers' market is also a very suitable place to observe the market.
Fan Yang didn't care about it, so he squatted on the side of the road with the lack of a door, and the gate at the entrance of the vegetable market also began to be lively.
Many tricycles selling vegetables and various small vendors will also come to catch this wave of morning market.
These were guerrillas, next to each other, outside the farmer's market.
Like those who sell rheumatism and bone pain ointment, those who sell bone-setting medicine and wine, those who sell rice candy, those who sell vegetables, and those who sell clothes, these stalls also have a tacit understanding.
It's like no one cares about it at all.
I saw more and more vendors coming.
That must have taken a high position sooner.
"Well, that's it, take two out and try them first. ”
It was also a coincidence that the rented house was very close to the farmer's market, and it was only a few minutes' walk, but I still called a tricycle and pulled 3 pieces of shaqima over.
Selling food, it would definitely be better to have a table.
So I bought a small wooden table and two small plates on the way.
"That's it. ”
There are two gates of the farmer's market, and a small alley, a total of three passages, the main entrance has the largest flow of people, and the stalls are also the most, and the two people next to each other sell fruit, spread out the stalls, dismantle the shaqima in two, and pile them up on the table into a pyramid-shaped hill.
A few chopped shaqima are served on a plate for free tasting.
Not long after, a tricycle rode over, and when he saw Fan Yang's Shaqima stall, his face was a little ugly.
The rider was a middle-aged man, followed by a woman, it seemed to be a husband and wife, there was a coal stove on their tricycle, the two couples found a position, just two positions behind Fan Yang, lifted the tarpaulin on the tricycle, and sold rice candy, cannon barrels, sweet and crispy, scallion pancakes and the like.
There was a pot of sugar boiling on the stove, and the two of them were busy putting the fried rice in it.
On-site machining.
After a while, a few more of these tricycles arrived.
Since it is also selling food, and it is a sweet tooth, Fan Yang naturally pays more attention.
It didn't take long for a long queue to form outside the vegetable market.
There were also many passers-by, but Fan Yang and the others went from half past eight to almost 10 o'clock, and there were more than two twists on the plate, but not a single bag was sold.
"Fan Yang, is this thing reliable?" asked Missing a little worried.
"It's okay, it's my money if I lose. ”
Fan Yang has been paying attention to the few cars that sell rice candy, raisins, preserved fruits, cut cakes, biscuits, and there are several such three-wheeled ones behind.
But there were still not many people in front of the stall.
Can't you sell it too?
Until it was almost 11 o'clock, a group of people turned around the street corner, there were four or five people, and as soon as these people appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of Fan Yang and Missing Men.
Because their dress is too conspicuous.
Here are a few young men, all in their twenties and thirties, dressed very ethnically, wearing Tibetan robes with half of the sleeves falling to the side, braids on their heads, embroidered boots on their feet, and Tibetan knives hanging from their waists.
At first glance, it looks a little amazing, and it looks like a few ancient people. Broad-shouldered and broad-footed, although not tall, he looks burly, and he leads a horse alone.
Even if he is leading a horse, he walks with a swagger.
Looking at it like this, it should be the famous Kangba man.
I have to say that some of the young Tibetan men are still very beautiful.
The character is both fierce and bold, and he especially loves to drink.
Fan Yang's heart moved, this is the herdsman who is serious.