Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Matter of the Traveler's Face
Wu Changlu finally agreed with Wu Ning's opinion and stored all the radishes recovered at home in the vegetable cellar.
It's not that Wu Sibo, there are a few other companies that really believe in Wu Ning's words, what can be sold at a good price in winter.
The peasants of this era had their own stubbornness, they believed in what they saw with their own eyes, and they were wary of what was unknown, good or bad.
As for why he agreed, it was nothing more than that Wu Changlu had been too busy recently, and how to turn the radishes in the field into money was really a problem for him.
Thinking about it, it is good to exist here in Wuning, and it is also an expedient measure to deal with it when it is idle in winter.
Wubo is the same, there are many things on the side of the carbon kiln, so he simply put the harvest first, and then talk about it after this period.
When they arrived at the sixth uncle and the seventh brother, they were not so happy, and they struggled for a long time, and finally decided to only take the vegetables that they kept for the winter, that is, a hundred catties, and sell the rest as soon as possible.
Wu Ning wanted to persuade him, after all, after all, the vegetables were in short supply after winter, and they would definitely be sold at a higher price than now, but in the end he held back.
The conditions of these families are far inferior to those of the fourth and fifth uncles, and they dare not save vegetables. It's coming to harvest the autumn endowment soon, and I'm waiting for the money to cope with this year.
However, Wu Ning has the heart to help, but the reality is like this, and he can only face it.
"The past few years have been more and more difficult."
Old Zujun drank two more bowls and began to nag: "A year is not as good as a year." β
The fifth uncle said: "Dad, don't always say that it is unlucky, isn't it all good this year." β
"It's just a good year that is scary."
Old Ancestor Jun took a big sip of wine, "A good year has come like this, if it really happens to be a disaster year, then what's the point?" β
"Daddy!" Wu Changlu turned his head, "The carbon kiln hasn't improved yet?" β
Wu Changlu knew that the old man was not in good spirits, otherwise as the patriarch, he would not have said these depressing words.
"The child has been working too hard lately and has not cared much about the affairs of the family..."
"Alright." Zu Jun glanced at Wu Changlu, "Being your official is the greatest help for us to go down the mountain." β
"Don't worry about the charcoal kiln!"
The fifth uncle answered: "It's useless to worry, now you can't work hard even if you have money." The carbon material can't be harvested, and we can't get up the fire if we want to burn the kiln. β
Wu Changlu saw that the fifth brother and his father were so distressed, "It's really not good, I turned off the ball, and I didn't have much progress anyway." β
"Closed?" Zu Jun immediately glared, "What's the matter?" Dozens of people in the whole col pointed to the carbon kiln to add some supplements. β
"What are you eating when you close it? That day will not go on! β
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Wu Ning didn't intervene on the side, he didn't know much about the kiln, and he couldn't get involved.
First, in his previous life, he was just an accountant, at best a senior accountant, and he was really not proficient in things other than numbers.
Second, the charcoal kiln is presided over by the ancestors, and it is simply a dream for others to change the mind of this stubborn old man. The five uncles couldn't speak, let alone a half-grown man.
But he still heard a little about the kiln.
A few years ago, there was a carbon-burning kiln factory on the edge of Fangzhou City, and the business was naturally very good.
Not only does the burned carbon not worry about selling, but also the place where the carbon wood is collected near and far is only one down the mountain pass, and the mountain farmers from all villages and counties sell carbon here.
However, it has not been possible in recent years.
There are more people with business brains, and naturally some people are eyeing the fat piece of winter carbon, and several companies have popped up at once, including many large households with strong financial resources.
For example, Chen Laocai of Chenjiazhuang, who has more land and more money at home, suddenly set up seven or eight kilns, and mobilized the people of the whole Zhuangzi to work together.
In addition, people are closer to the mountains than the lower mountain pass, and the price of carbon collection is good, and the mountain guests cut back the big wood in the mountain and send it directly to the carbon kiln in Chenjiazhuang.
So that in the past two years, the carbon produced by Chenjiazhuang is not only sufficient, but also because of the good carbon material, the carbon block is also large, and the price is fair.
So much so that now, even collecting carbon material has become a problem.
This is something that can't be helped, even if Wu Ning knows how to operate and settle accounts, but whether it is in terms of capital, or quality, or marketing, and output are not as good as others, he has the heart to help, but he can't start.
"Zujun!"
Taking advantage of everyone's silence, Wu Ning tentatively interjected, "Or, as the fourth uncle said, it's over first." β
pointed to his yard, "Then mobilize everyone, change it to our family, open a store to pick up customers." β
Afraid that the old ancestor would push him back, he hurriedly said: "I promise that everyone can earn money, no less than the kiln factory!" β
"Hmph." When Zu Jun heard this, he snorted coldly, "Open an inn like you?" β
"That's right!" Wu Ning nodded,
He has always had the idea of transforming Xiashan Pass into a cultural and leisure inn community.
Only the scale is formed, and there is no question of who grabs whose business, and then not only the literati and rich families in Fangzhou will come, but also the literati and rich families in Xiangfan will also come.
At that time, are you still afraid that you won't be able to make money?
"What about the money?" Old Ancestor Jun pushed Wu Ning back with a word.
"Your fifth uncle's family has some spare money to repair the house."
"What about other people's homes? Your sixth uncle's family, your seventh aunt's family, and your seventh brother's family, you ask which family can come up with several pieces of money for you to toss like this? β
Wu Ning: "......"
Wu Ning couldn't refute a word.
It's like the sixth uncle and the seventh brother who put radishes in him, even if there is an opportunity to make money, but now they are not allowed to save the harvest in the field.
Because, no money!
Wu Ning still didn't think about it well enough, and he was a little naΓ―ve.
But......
"I can lend it to everyone!" Wu Ning said stubbornly, "One by one." β
"You borrow?" Old Ancestor Jun was all happy, "How much can you earn in this small shop, and how long do you have to save to make up the capital of a family?" β
"It won't take long!"
Wu Ning stiffened his neck, "It's just that it takes three times to beat a family, and that's just ......"
"One household in five days!"
"What!?" Old Ancestor Jun stood up for a moment, pointing to the Wu family's courtyard and trembling for a long time.
"Just five days of your broken yard? You can make three times in five days? β
Well, this is still Wu Ning said less, in fact, according to his current house price, three days is enough, and he still left himself some surplus money for turnover.
"Hey, hey." Smirked, "Just our broken yard...."
stretched out a slap: "Five hundred wen a room!" β
"Good boy!"
Wu Changlu and everyone were dumbfounded, "Five hundred dollars...... A room? β
"Right?" When Wu Ning said this, he felt quite a sense of accomplishment.
"Originally, it wasn't that high, only a hundred dollars a room, but ......"
and told everyone about Sun Boan's stupid way of helping him raise the house price by mistake.
"So it became five hundred wen a night."
Then he added: "There are many people who go to ask Xianguan now, and it is estimated that this house price can be maintained this month." There are fewer people in the back, but even if it falls back to a hundred Wen, it's still a big profit, right? It's better than a carbon plant. β
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Everyone was silent.
Isn't this just about making "some", it's a lot of money, right?
Even if it can't be fully booked every day, there is an average of one person a day, a hundred a day, and three times a month!
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Wu Ning struck while the iron was hot, "How is it?" Okay? β
In fact, in the past five years, he has always wanted to do something for the villagers. After all, he is a cultured, knowledgeable, idealistic, and moral traverser.
This is going to be replaced by someone else, and he would have flown into the sky with the whole village a long time ago, but he was aggrieved for five years because he ran away.
There is a question of face here, and there is also a manifestation of self-worth.
Now, he has finally seized the opportunity, how can he not persuade him?
However, what Wu Ning didn't expect was that when he explained the housing price, it also proved that he would definitely make money, and after everyone was stunned, they all bowed their heads.
What's the situation? Wu Ning didn't understand it a little,
looked blankly at the ugly uncle who was like an invisible man, and silently returned to the house without saying a word.
looked at Wu Changlu wrinkling his brows, as if looking at himself with deep meaning.
Looking at the old face of the ancestor Jun Senran, he slowly spit out a sentence:
"Give the money back!"
The tone is unquestionable and unusually firm.
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