Wang Bo's brother-in-law did not let him "wait for two more days", in fact, he only asked him to wait for one day, and the next day he sent some samples of his remade hand copy to Wang Bo. Wang Bo immediately asked someone to wrap more than a dozen and cook a bowl, and only then did he eat one, and Wang Bo couldn't help but applaud loudly.

"Okay! This is the taste you want! This is smooth, this is delicate, and it is even more delicious than Aunt Zhang's hand-copying skin! Uncle, you are really good! From tomorrow, I will push her from Mrs. Zhang, and from now on, you will supply the water surface and hand-copying skin to the rice noodle shop. ”

Wang Bo's affirmation and approval made Zeng Fansong's face show a satisfied smile. He picked at the head of the light with his hand, and said with a sincere smile: "You are still right, Bo'er." As soon as I got home yesterday, I did a few comparative tests, using different egg ratios, and deliberately adding some starch when I hit the noodles. I cooked a few bowls of my own last night and tasted them, and they seemed to be more delicious. ”

"Uncle, I'll give you an idea: in addition to me, you can also go to the farmers' market to write a small stall, and learn from Aunt Zhang to sell water and copy hand skins like Aunt Shan. Your stuff is better than theirs, as long as you stick to it for a while and accumulate popularity, you don't have to worry about having no business. By the way, you can also hang a signboard on the stall that reads: 'Zeng's Sister-in-law's Rice Noodles' special water surface and hand copying! I promise that in less than half a month, your business will be on fire!"

Engaged in other transactions, Wang Bo has little experience and does not dare to point out indiscriminately, but he is still very confident in engaging in snacks-related things, with the current status of "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles" in the Quartet, so that his uncle can touch his own light and make money by hitchhiking.

As for the former suppliers Zhang Damiang and Shan Damiang, who were affected by his "bad idea" in this process, Wang Bo could only say to the two of them in his heart, "Love can't help". Fertilizer and water do not flow into the fields of outsiders, not to mention the brother-in-law who treated him like his own child in his previous life. Moreover, the survival of the fittest, the market competition is so cruel, it is not transferred by human will at all, let alone any sympathy.

Zeng Fansong's eyes lit up, and he felt that his nephew's idea was good, but he had been farming in the fields all his life and had never done business, so he always had a sense of fear of going out of the farmland and going out. Moreover, he is also facing a very practical problem, that is, the matter of supplying goods to the store every day consumes a lot of his time, and if he still comes out to set up a stall, who will plant the few acres of land in the family? Not to mention that he is still planting a few acres of land in Wang Bo's family.

Zeng Fansong put the practical difficulties on the table to Wang Bo (talked about it), Wang Bo thought it was a big deal, so that his brother-in-law looked forward and backwards, it turned out that his brother-in-law was reluctant to give up the few acres of land in the field. He immediately said:

"Uncle, let me ask you a simple question, how much money can you earn by planting land for a year?

Zeng Fansong thought about it and shook his head. "It's a bit of a hanging. ”

When farmers farm, they don't actually get any cash, and some are just grain. If you want to get money, you can only sell food, or get some cash crops, such as growing vegetables. However, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the state's policy of heavy industry and suppression of peasants and subsidies for workers has been the policy of grain prices at an extremely low level for a long time, coupled with a large agricultural tax, and it is really hard to be a peasant. This is also the fundamental reason why the peasants have long been extremely envious of the residents.

Only in a few years, when the agricultural tax is abolished, will the peasants lose the pressure of "feeding grain" and begin to choose to plant more cash crops, will the peasants' lives gradually improve.

However, generally speaking, unless a family farmer engages in "land annexation" and large-scale factory planting, a traditional farmer like Uncle Xiao, who operates in a small workshop with two or three acres of acres and three or five fields, is never as good as going out to work or doing any small business.

"Well, uncle, even if you can grow 3,000 yuan of grain and vegetables a year, 365 days a year, how much money do you earn a day? Eight yuan and two cents, less than ten yuan! And now, just by providing me with water and copying skin every day, you can earn more than eight yuan two, two, or even three eight yuan two! If you can go to the farmer's market and write a shop, once the business is on the right track, you will earn two or three eight yuan and two a day. Tell me, can this be more comfortable and comfortable than your farming? The few acres of land you serve in the field are tired and tired all year round, and you don't talk about the decay before you get old, and you can't see anything in the money! Why bother! You can ask my old man now if he is still willing to go home and go farming!" Wang Bo continued to settle accounts with Zeng Fansong and analyze the advantages of abandoning agriculture and doing business.

Zeng Fansong hadn't finally made up his mind, Zhong Xiaomin, who was standing aside and listening to the conversation between his two uncles and nephews, had already been stimulated by the "eight pieces of two" in Wang Bo's mouth, his heart beat faster, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but knock his husband's head with his hand, and said:

"Zeng Fansong, you elm braincase, just listen to Bo'er! What do you have to dig up the mud! You have dug the mud all your life, and I haven't seen you dig a golden doll out!"

Wang Bo's old man, Wang Jichang, was also listening to the conversation between the two, and when he heard his stepson mention himself, he interjected: "Farming? Now I won't cut the seeds if I kill them! There is gold in the mud, and Lao Tzu doesn't want to cut and dig! After digging all his life, he will be injured!"

Wang Bo absolutely believes that this is his old man's heartfelt words!

Wang Bo saw that his uncle seemed to be a little hesitant, and he didn't want to be too pressed, so that his uncle, who had been a farmer all his life, changed his concept too quickly. When he was a supplier for himself for two days and tasted the sweetness, he would naturally change his mind.

Uncle is honest, but not pedantic.

After Zeng Fansong returned home, within two days, he went into the city again to find Wang Bo, and said that he had thought about it for two days and decided to follow his nephew's advice, go to the farmers' market to write a shop, and start selling water surface and copying hand skins.

There were two reasons for Zeng Fansong's decision.

The first, of course, is a direct economic benefit. As soon as the supplier came down for two days, Zeng Fansong was shocked to find that in addition to the capital, his net profit actually exceeded 20 yuan! Twenty a day, 600 a month! 7,020 a year! This directly shocked him, his aunt Zhong Xiaomin and his grandmother, and he couldn't believe that this was true!

The second reason is that the eldest Zeng Fanshu, the second Zeng Fanyou, and the third Zeng Fanmeng all know that he is supplying his sister. Zeng Fanmeng didn't care too much about this matter because he often went out to work, but the other two brothers, especially the wives of the two brothers, Chao Zhonghui and Xie Mingfang, began to eat it. Every day, as soon as he finished his farm work, he would come to his uncle's house to visit the door, and asked him how much money he could earn a day, and asked him how to play with the water surface and hand-copying, which was confused by Zeng Fansong.

Zeng Fansong put this matter with his wife Zhong Xiaomin, and Zhong Xiaomin immediately realized that his two sisters-in-law were probably red-eyed. She was very worried that her two sisters-in-law would come to get water and copy hand skins because of their red eyes, so on the one hand, she told her husband not to reveal how much money she had earned, and on the other hand, she did not let the two sisters-in-law steal the skills of making water surface and hand-making skins. In the future, when rolling noodles at home, you must lock the door first, don't push the door directly and come in like before.

But the most important thing is that Zhong Xiaomin told her husband to ask him to go to Wang Bo immediately, saying that he had already thought about it and was ready to do this with all his might. Since this idea was came up with by his nephew, and now that he has blocked everything and plans to do it exactly according to his idea, could he still let several other uncles come in and share the pie?

At the same time, in order to calm the dissatisfaction and jealousy of several brothers and sisters-in-law, Zhong Xiaomin also suggested that her husband simply give his own land, along with Wang Bo's land, to the three elder brothers, anyway, once he wants to go to the city to open a shop, he will not have the time to farm. Let their family add an acre or two more acres, and presumably the jealousy and resentment of several brothers and sisters-in-law will be reduced a lot.

This society has never suffered from poverty but from inequality. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, no exception.

Wang Bo was very happy that his brother-in-law could change his concept so quickly. Zeng Fansong had nothing to hide from his own nephew, and told Wang Bo about the two sisters-in-law coming over every day to inquire about the news.

Wang Bo immediately reassured his uncle, saying that this water surface and hand-copying skin would be his exclusive business in the future, and he would not hand it over to anyone. Not only that, if the uncle can make rice noodles and hop noodles, he can even give the rice noodles and hop noodles to the uncle to provide.

When Zeng Fansong heard his nephew say this, the last obstacle that prevented him from opening a shop was completely gone, and he immediately said that he would go to several farmers' markets in the Sifang in the afternoon to find out if there were any spare or subleased shops.

"That's right, uncle. If you're in the water business, you probably won't have time to deliver food to a rice noodle shop. You simply leave this matter to your uncle and let him deliver it. Uncle's life is not easy, let's help more if we can. ”

"Okay, Bo'er. I listen to you. I'll tell my eldest brother as soon as I get home today. Zeng Fansong nodded. He sent food to Wang Bo once, and he could have an income of more than three or five yuan. Although the money is not much, and it is not available every day, it adds up to a lot, and it is hundreds of dollars a year. And many times when the nephew gives money, he does not give it according to the actual price, and usually gives a whole number and does not let himself give change. In addition, every time he comes over, this nephew is still tall and short (must be) to give himself two taels of rice noodles to eat, and even eat and take, and take one or two portions of the bag back, which is another three or five pieces. So the errand of delivering food, if he hadn't thought that he would be too busy after opening a shop, Zeng Fansong didn't want to give up.

"By the way, uncle, if you are looking for a shop, you better go to the big market to find it. There is the old lady Zhang and the old lady Shan at the Linyuan Road market to fight against you, and your business may not be very good at first. Moreover, I will give you another idea: in addition to playing the brand of the exclusive supplier of 'Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles', you can take a set of work clothes from me and put them on your body. You've seen how conspicuous this outfit I designed is. As soon as this live signboard is sold, the name of 'Zeng Shuimian' will spread throughout the market within a day! If someone comes to you and asks you what your relationship is with 'Zeng's sister-in-law' rice noodles, you can directly say that 'Zeng's sister's rice noodles' were opened by my sister! At that time, it will not be crowded? Won't other competitors lose their armor?" Wang Bo said to his brother-in-law.

Wang Bo thought about it, and finally he was a little unbearable, and decided to give that Aunt Zhang and Aunt Shan a way to live, after all, everyone is also fate, and in the case of not having much impact on the interests of the uncle, 'have to be forgiving and forgiving'. If my uncle cut it out completely according to the axes he provided, it would not take a week, and I am afraid that the entire water surface and hand-to-hand leather business of the Linyuan Road Farmers' Market will be ruled by my brother-in-law. In the past month, according to the reaction of many diners, because of the opening of his "Zeng's Sister-in-law Rice Noodles", the business of many rice noodle shops in Sifang, especially a few rice noodle shops close to "Zeng's Sister-in-law Rice Noodles", the business can almost be described as plummeting.

"Yes, Bo'er. I'll go to the big market to see it, and I won't fight with Aunt Zhang and Aunt Zhang. As for the name of the shop, don't you say that I haven't thought of it yet, so I'll play the signboard of 'Zeng Shui'?"

"It's called 'Zeng Shui'!" Wang Bo waved his hand and gave the name of Zeng Fansong's shop.

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After three months of writing, few people read it.,The collection is also very scum.,Everyone thinks the blind man's novel is still eye-catching.,Recommend it.。

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