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Night.

Zhu Fuling lit a kerosene lamp, spread out paper and pen on the table, and made a plan.

It's easy to make mustard, but it's the hardest to sell mustard.

It is the most difficult step to design the packaging and find a factory to customize, wait for the mustard to be pickled and packaged in bags, and then find a place to sell it.

The supply and marketing cooperatives model was gradually canceled in the first two years, the spring breeze of reform and opening up blew all over the land, more and more people started small business, all kinds of commissaries, wholesale departments sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, opening up all over the streets and alleys, this is the main battlefield to be conquered.

The wholesale department of the county town should run one by one, negotiate with them about the proportion of the order and the share after sales, sign the contract that should be signed, first open the sales channel, and then keep up with the supply of mustard, so as to form a complete and stable supply and marketing channel.

There are so many processes, documents and questions involved in this step-by-step process.

It's too difficult to straighten out all of this and make a complete set of plans.

Just thinking about it, Zhu Fuling's mind was a mess, and she wrote one after another plans, but she was not satisfied with how to write them.

"No matter what era it is, it's so difficult to start a business at the beginning." Zhu Fuling scratched her head, recalling the ups and downs of creating a clothing brand in her previous life, and her mood became more complicated.

Making this mustard is more difficult than making clothes.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yue's voice suddenly came.

Zhu Fuling was startled, raised her eyes, and found that Cheng Yue was wiping her hair after taking a bath.

He was wearing loose old clothes, but he couldn't hide his superior hanger figure and handsome appearance, and under the not-so-bright kerosene light, the masculine aura made people blush and heartbeat.

This man is really blessed with superiority in appearance.

Seeing that Zhu Fuling was still writing, Cheng Yue casually put the towel aside, and then leaned over to look, "What are you writing?" ”

It's so close, and the masculine smell of freshly bathed mixed with a faint soapy fragrance hits the face.

Zhu Fuling's heart jumped, and she didn't feel good.

It's a bit dangerous to be so close to a lonely man and a widow.

She leaned back, dodging a little, "I'm working on a plan to sell mustard." ”

"Need help?"

"You're not against me doing this?" Zhu Lingling was surprised.

Hearing that she was going to sell mustard, everyone thought she was tossing blindly, especially Wu Chunfen, who was very unhappy that she wasted money to buy this and that, in short, she was not optimistic.

She had already figured out what words to use to persuade Cheng Yue, but she didn't expect him to support it?

Cheng Yue looked at her, his eyes were particularly tender in the light, "Just do what you want to do, and thank you for paying back Uncle Sun's money." ”

"There's nothing to thank, this money was originally owed just to make up the bride price......

Zhu Lingling suddenly stopped talking halfway through speaking, because when she mentioned the bride price, she suddenly realized that she and Cheng Yue are now husband and wife, and this room is the new house at the beginning.

"I'll go sleep in another room!" Zhu Fuling suddenly got up.

Cheng Yue frowned, "There are no empty rooms at home." ”

"And I'm going to lay on the floor?"

Cheng Yue looked at her directly, and saw that she was furious in her heart.

Cheng Yue sighed, "Have you forgotten that we were married?" What would parents think if they were seen sleeping in separate beds? ”

Zhu Fuling choked, but it was awkward to sleep in the same bed with him.

It froze for a moment.

Cheng Yue didn't want to force her, so he simply pulled out a chair and read a book next to him.

Zhu Lingling was entangled.

Seeing that sharing a bed tonight was inevitable, she suddenly panicked, only to feel that staying in the same room with him even changed the smell of the air.

It's strange, obviously I didn't feel this way before.

What's wrong with her?

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