Chapter 311: Selling Popsicles
In order to reduce costs, they use the most inferior sugar cubes, the taste of sugar, the presence of the popsicle is only a little neutralized by the sourness of some peach jam, and the whole peach popsicle is sour, so that one pound of sugar can make thirty popsicles for ten catties of peach water.
According to the price of a popsicle of 20 yuan, a pound of sugar popsicle can earn 100 yuan, which includes firewood, labor, saltpeter loss, to put it bluntly, a popsicle of 20 yuan, close to no profit, if it is not for the cooperation of the whole village, if it is not for the very low profit requirements of the villagers, this business can not be done!
That's why she dared to say those things in front of the officials!
Basically, a business that does not ask for anything in return is equal to dedication!
"Uncle, you have tasted it, is it delicious, I don't need to say more if you can't solve the heat, this popsicle, if you want it, pick it up, don't want it, I'll ask someone else."
The man has already tasted it, and the gluttony in his mouth has been aroused, and again, Ding Xuewei kept shaking it in front of his eyes with a popsicle, which was really difficult to refuse.
"Uncle Qiao, the messengers at the city gate are still worried, you take someone to deliver the popsicle first."
In the short time that the man was entangled, she turned back to Boss Qiao and said, I don't know whether Boss Qiao was intentional or unintentional, and underestimated a sentence: "It has to be faster, otherwise when I go back to the mansion, the popsicles will melt, since we have said that we will promote the production method of popsicles to everyone, so that everyone knows the possibility of ice making, we can't talk without words." โ
The business that the government nods to is not supported, and there is always a feeling of disrespect for the government.
The tangled feeling on the man's face disappeared, and he reached out and took out the money bag.
"Uncle, bite one bite at a time, don't be smuggled, there will be no taste when you snort."
The man who was enjoying the cold, cool, sweet and sour smell was stunned.
Ding Xue grinned slightly: "It doesn't matter if you like to eat like this." โ
Men are not going to continue, and not to continue is not.
"Sister-in-law, a popsicle?" Ding Xue looked at the approaching little woman in a blink of an eye.
The same operation did not sell the popsicle in hand.
"I haven't even tasted it."
The little woman was obviously a Laipi, and after tasting two pieces of crushed ice in succession, she said that she didn't taste it, and wanted to continue.
Ding Xuewei didn't want to complain about her vision.
"Sister-in-law, you are not lightly ill, hurry up and go to the pharmacy to see, don't delay a minor illness into a major illness."
The little woman was stunned at first, and then she was angry: "What are you talking nonsense about? โ
"Sister-in-law, I didn't talk nonsense, you ask this uncle, he just tasted one piece and tasted it, you tasted two pieces in a row and still couldn't taste it, it's not that the tongue can't be used, sister-in-law, I tell you, if you are sick, you must be treated immediately, you can't procrastinate, otherwise, a minor illness will be dragged into a major illness." Ding Xuewei looked serious, as if she was really worried about others.
"Huh!" The man on the side snorted lightly, and reminded the little woman when she wanted to use the topic to play: "I advise you not to make trouble, the ones who left before are going to deliver things to the poor master." โ
Gluttony should also be greedy, don't want to rely on everyone, don't steal chickens and rice.
The little woman was obviously a shrewd person, and when she heard the man's words, although her face was not in disbelief, she did not hesitate to act.
She snorted heavily and left.
Ding Xue, who was sprayed, was slightly indifferent.
I can't bear to slander in my heart: 'Fortunately, the first one didn't catch it wrong, otherwise this Waterloo would be ugly!' โ
"Do you see it all?" She asked aloud.
What kind of person is she Ding Xuewei, how can there be the possibility of being a poor person.
Accidentally, the big goods deliberately turned her previous bad move.
How to sell when you encounter a good talker, and what to do if you are difficult.
"Sell popsicles! Sweet and sour peach-flavored popsicles, peach-flavored popsicles that quench thirst and quench heat~~"
"Sell popsicles! Sweet and sour peach-flavored popsicles, peach-flavored popsicles that quench thirst and quench heat~~"
"Sell popsicles! Sweet and sour peach-flavored popsicles, peach-flavored popsicles that quench thirst and quench heat~~"
The voice of the aspirant was loud and clear, and even Ding Xuewei was frightened, not to mention the onlookers.
Compared with the onlookers' hearts that could not be recovered for a long time, Ding Xuewei was much better, and after that moment of speechlessness, there was a very comforting pride in the old heart.
This person, it doesn't matter if he's stupid, I'm afraid that I'm stupid and I feel good about myself, and I can't look down on someone who teaches him!
"Sell popsicles! Sweet and sour peach-flavored popsicles, peach-flavored popsicles that quench thirst and quench heat~~"
Ding Xuewei also shouted along with the sound.
The man had already eaten half of it, and the surrounding crowd and the store looked at the man and the scattered crowd, and shouted: "Alas~wait~"
There are two and three, and the 300 popsicles of Ding Xuewei and the Zhang family were sold out in less than an hour.
At this time, the location was not far from Bazhen Building, Ding Xue thought that it was still early, and the men could delay for a while, so he asked the Zhang family and his wife to go back to get popsicles, and he walked to Bazhen Building.
Wu Erlang, who was snorting at the door, somehow felt a sense of shame when he saw Ding Xuewei.
"Huh! Why didn't I see the people in the building? โ
"Let the next door help buy it."
โยทยทยท You still need to buy it, can't you just come and get it? โ
"It's always the business of the village."
It's not easy for the villagers, and the price that is not profitable is really unbearable!
The two went back and forth, and the little second brother in the store had already entered the inner courtyard, and when Ding Xuewei walked to the screen door of the kitchen and dining building in the inner courtyard, the shopkeeper Wu had already blown out in a gust of wind.
"Sold out?"
"No, Uncle Zhang, they went back to get it, I didn't bother to go this time and came over."
"Are you still going to help?"
"I have to go before the unitary time, and the uncles have to rush home."
It was only four o'clock, and there were still about two hours until about six o'clock, and he could say anything.
It's tiring to run back and forth, but the men insist, and the shopkeeper Wu doesn't need to ask about this.
Who can rest assured that their children are at home!
"The recipe sent by Qian'er was successful."
"The recipe sent by the previous child?" Ding Xue was a little strange, she didn't send Fang Zi before!
Seeing her doubts, Shopkeeper Wu explained to her while bringing people into the inner courtyard: "Cream, it was sent by Chen Qing when he entered the city in the afternoon before yesterday, and Manager An estimated that it was written, let Master Yang try it himself, Master Yang has been tossing it for the past two days, and not long ago, he tried it." โ
โยทยทยท Cheese, butter you all made? Ding Xue felt that Laidi, a small shareholder, was about to take off.
What kind of character is Shopkeeper Wu, who can't hear the excitement in her words?
Raising her eyebrows, I don't know whether to say that she is too smart, or if these old fritters are too good at looking at people!
"When it rained before, I thought it would be a waste, so I tried to do it."
"Let's go~"
Ding Xue grabbed the arm of the shopkeeper Wu with her backhand.
Whatever the reason for them, experimenting with cheese and butter was a good thing for her.
"Has the cake been developed?"
"Several have been developed."
Ding Xuewei suddenly understood what he meant by what he asked before, and he wanted her to taste it.
A roar every day, begging for tickets, asking for collections...
(End of chapter)