Following.

The Song family went to the room.

Song Qingyuan was suggesting to Zhou about approving bean sprouts.

"The excess bean sprouts are sold in bulk to the merchant...... Fixed customers, my father and my third uncle take turns to deliver ......"

"Our family is still at this price...... Twenty wen a pound is delivered to the merchant, and the batch is also twenty wen to the merchant, and the price of our Song family is constant. ”

"It's all shipped at wholesale prices, and as for how they sell it, that's their business." Song Qingyuan Road.

As long as the price of the Song family is not reversed, there is no question of credibility.

Moreover, fixed customers can't be greasy on the price, which eliminates the possibility of Song Chengyi's corruption.

"That'll do fine." Zhou nodded, "In this way, your father and your third uncle will come in turn, and they can also save ......."

"Hmmm! The third uncle was also tired during this time, especially when it was too cold on this day...... "Song Qingyuan responded."

"Then I'll ask your third uncle to talk to the merchant, and settle this matter first......" Zhou said and got off the kang.

Song Qingyuan stopped Zhou, "Milk, I'll come, the third uncle has to deliver the goods today." ”

The sprouts come out once a day, and someone needs to deliver them every day.

"Can you do it?" Zhou hesitated, Song Qingyuan was still too young, Zhou was not at ease, no matter how mature he was, he was only a nine-year-old child.

"It's okay milk, I'll look for a money merchant......" Song Qingyuan said.

Song Qingyuan knew Qian Lang, sold hawthorn products, and sold dried vegetables, and he had dealt with them.

The dried vegetables of the Song family were also approved to the merchants, but later the source of customers increased, and there was no need to sell them in bulk, so they were no longer approved.

............

Out of Songjia Village, Song Qingyuan went straight to the town.

After looking for two rounds, I didn't find any trace of the money merchant.

Song Qingyuan followed the address that Qian Lang had said.

Qian Lang's house is in the south of the town, which belongs to the slum.

What catches the eye is a small dilapidated courtyard, surrounded by wooden planks, and you can see the situation inside the courtyard through the gaps.

Song Qingyuan raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who are you looking for?" A woman opened the door, stuck her head out, and asked.

"Is it Aunt Qian? Is Uncle Qian at home? I'm looking for him for something. Song Qingyuan said as he looked at the woman in front of him.

The woman was in her thirties, with an ordinary countenance, a sallow complexion, a wooden hairpin, and an emerald green padded jacket, which was a little old but very clean.

At the same time that Song Qingyuan looked at the woman, the woman was also looking at Song Qingyuan, and when she saw that it was a little girl, she was a little surprised, so she opened the door wide and let go of her body, "The head of the house is at home, you come in and sit." ”

"No!" Song Qingyuan refused, "Can you ask Uncle Qian to come out?" ”

I haven't figured out if it's this yet, so I'm rushing in, it's not safe.

"Okay, you wait a minute, I'll call someone......," the woman finished speaking, and shouted to the back room as she walked, "Old money, old money, someone is looking for it." ”

"Who?" The voice of the money merchant came out.

After a while, the sound of "creaking" pushing the door sounded.

Qian Lang looked out through the courtyard, "Yo, Miss Song......" Qian Shanglang smiled.

"Why did you come home? Quick, come in and sit ......," the merchant greeted warmly.

The hawthorn money merchant made a fortune, and the dried vegetables also made some money, all of which were related to Song Qingyuan, and Song Qingyuan came to him, and he was too late to be happy.

"It's cold outside, it'......s warm and warm inside," the merchant gestured to please.

Song Qingyuan refused again and asked, "Uncle Qian, haven't you set up a stall during this time?" ”

"It's cold, I haven't been out of the stall for the past two days, and there aren't many people who buy what I sell in winter." Qian Lang saw that Song Qingyuan refused to enter the house, and estimated that Song Qingyuan was very defensive.

didn't force it, just stood outside the courtyard and chatted with Song Qingyuan.

"Miss Song is here today?" Qian Lang asked.

"There is a fresh dish in our house, twenty wen a pound wholesale, do you want Uncle Qian to sell it in a batch?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"This ......" the money merchant hesitated, "the price of twenty wen a pound is not cheap......

Twenty wen a catty, ten catties will cost two hundred wen, one hundred catties will cost two taels of silver, if you lose...... Thinking like this, the heart of the money merchant is not hot.

Seeing that Qian Lang didn't care, Song Qingyuan said, "Uncle Qian, this is a fresh dish, and you can't find it in winter......

"Twenty wen, it is definitely a low-price shipment, and it is not a problem for Uncle Qian to sell it for thirty or forty wen...... "Song Cheng sold fifty wen a catty, and someone bought it, and thirty or forty wen was very easy.

Song Qingyuan smiled slightly, "I thought that I was more familiar with Uncle Qian, and I had a job to make money, so I thought about taking care of Uncle Qian, if Uncle Qian didn't want to, I could find someone else to ......."

Buying and selling this kind of thing follows willingness.

She also came to take care of the money merchant, the bean sprouts are not worried about selling now, and whoever takes the goods will make money.

If the money merchant is unwilling, then change people.

Song Qingyuan turned around and wanted to leave.

"Hey! Miss Song...... wait a minute," the money merchant called Song Qingyuan, "What kind of dish is it, can Miss Song tell me?" ”

Song Qingyuan stopped and said, "It's a fresh dish, and it's not available anywhere else." If Uncle Qian is interested, you can go to my house to have a look......"

"However, the output is not much, most of them are supplied to restaurants and restaurants in the county, and if Uncle Qian is willing to take the goods, he will need to wait until two days later."

"And there aren't many ......," Song Qingyuan emphasized.

The first batch of beans of the Song family was soaked in 30 catties, 223 catties of bean sprouts, and the second batch of beans was 10 catties, that is, today, 75 catties of bean sprouts.

The seventy-five catties, plus the remaining five catties from yesterday, will be sent to the county.

Tomorrow's beans are fifteen catties, and the sprouts are about one hundred and eleven catties, and these quantities are almost just enough to supply fixed customers.

In the future, the Song family increased production so that there could be surplus wholesale to the merchant.

Song Qingyuan came today, just to say hello and set down the subordinate dealers.

When Qian Lang heard that the restaurants and restaurants in the county were taking the goods, his heart was not hot, but he also warmed up, especially when he heard that there were not many of them, and his heart became anxious, "I'll go over and see ...... now."

"I'll tell ...... family," the merchant said, and ran back to the house.

Qian Lang also has his own plans, the hawthorn product was the first time Song Qingyuan looked for him, and the second time was the goods he took the initiative to ask for.

Take it and hold the goods and it's gone.

The dried vegetables were also found by the Song family, and the Song family no longer sold them in bulk if they were also held.

This time, he has to hurry up and make more money while he has the goods.

I didn't listen to Song Qingyuan, there are not many goods!

The money merchant greeted his daughter-in-law, put on a big cotton jacket, and hurriedly walked out, "Let's go, Miss Song." ”

There is a stark contrast between the eager look of the money merchant and the look of not caring just now.

Song Qingyuan looked at it and couldn't help but want to laugh.

However, Qian Lang gave her new inspiration, should she engage in hunger marketing? Song Qingyuan secretly pondered the feasibility.