Chapter 632: Retreat Next

Early the next morning, Lin Xiaofu washed six sets of his own rice bowls and spoons.

There were only ten sets in the house, and they bought them when my father was alive, and they took six sets with them today to try their business.

Unlike the usual rush in the dark, she was busy decorating the altar at home, while Zhao Zicheng went to the village to continue to borrow a donkey cart, and by the way, she hugged a five-pound new altar that Lin Youfa bought yesterday.

Make an appointment when it comes out, and send it over directly.

And the cost they calculated last night could barely be controlled at the price of twenty-five wen, but this time it can actually be calculated to twenty-eight wen.

However, the purchase price was too high, and the weight such as loquat cores was removed, which led to a high cost, so Lin Xiaofu decided to try to control it at 25 Wen next time.

And what they want to report to the village chief today is the high cost price, twenty-eight wen, and if they don't make money, they will give it to him at this price.

This is not counting the cost of firewood and labor, of course, and the medicinal powder she used, this cost is immeasurable, but fortunately, the amount is not much, but the effect is excellent.

But no matter how you calculate it, Lin Xiaofu feels that it is not worth selling by catty, and others will be too expensive.

Therefore, she decided to bring bowls and spoons today, and sell them as the family ate last night.

Forty wen a pound is not considered profitable for them, after all, there are firewood, labor, time and energy costs.

But if a pound is filled into six bowls, each bowl is seven or eighty percent full, and it sells for fifteen wen, there should be someone to eat it on East Street, right?

Street wontons can still be sold for 15 wen, and a bowl of dumplings is 20 wen.

Of course, if you shout to sell loquat ointment, there will definitely be people who are too expensive, and the medicinal loquat ointment, the old leaves of loquat used by people are the main ingredients, and the cost cannot be lower.

If it is said that fresh fruit is boiled, many families will do it themselves.

Therefore, she had to change her name.

When Zhao Zicheng came back with the donkey cart, Lin Xiaofu said eagerly: "Husband, let's write a billboard and write our precious ingredients into it." ”

In this way, the original value can be increased, and it will not cause people to misunderstand the profits.

"Billboards?" Zhao Zicheng just took out one hundred and forty dollars, and couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words.

"There's no cardboard...... Lin Xiaofu suddenly regretted, and after thinking about it, he had to retreat.

"I'll shout." Lin Xiaofu cleared his throat and tried to shout first.

"Freshly boiled loquat soup! Loquats, shellfish, lilies, peanuts! There is also an ancestral secret recipe for clearing the lungs and cooling the blood! A bowl only costs fifteen wen! A bowl can be enjoyed by all ages! ”

Lin Xiaofu finished shouting very smoothly, and saw several people standing at the door of the kitchen.

Zhao Zicheng couldn't help laughing, Lin Xiaochun and Lin Xiaolu stared at the eldest sister curiously with wide eyes, feeling very fresh and interesting.

"Sister! I'll go too! I'll help you shout! Lin Xiaochun said excitedly.

She hasn't sold business yet, so it's the only time she goes to town, right?

In her memory, she has no impression.

"Big sister! I can shout for you too! Lin Xiaolu also said immediately.

"Chun'er is busy working at home, and Lu'er is going to school!" Lin Xiaofu glared at them.

The young brother was stunned and walked away.

Breakfast is steamed steamed buns, and there are two steamed fish balls.

I went to buy jars again, and naturally picked a lot of lotus leaves on the way.

Steamed fish balls are also taken to the town to try to make money, so all the big fish saved at home are used.

Steamed fish balls are washed in a new basket, spread a piece of fine gauze, and then stacked inside, strung with bamboo skewers, a string of five small fish balls, sold for ten cents.