Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 5 The Buyer is Coming

Regarding the growing plums in her field, Yang Zhenyu explained it very well. It has been almost 20 days since Wang Xiuying fell and injured her waist. In the past 20 days, the farthest place she has walked is the toilet next to the pigsty in the side room.

So she didn't pay much attention to the things in the field, she just relied on her previous memories and some news she heard from the villagers.

The news Zhang Mingkang brought back was that the boss from Hunan had already rented a warehouse in the county town to collect plums.

The news from Xiaodao is that the purchase price will not exceed four yuan, two yuan lower than last year, and three yuan lower than the best year of the market.

Every household in Yangjiawan Village grows on a large scale, and sells directly to purchasers every year. The retail price of crisp plums in the market has risen to 12 yuan, but the villagers have no energy and channels to sell. The period is very short, if it cannot be sold, it will just rot in the ground.

When Wang Xiuying heard the purchase price of four yuan, her mentality was quite stable, thinking about how much she could sell, and if she sold, she would use the money to do something for Yang Zhenyu.

But when she saw the fruit in her grandson's hand, she felt a little unstable, surprised and even a little surprised.

"Grandma, try it!" Yang Zhenyu fed it to Wang Xiuying's mouth.

Wang Xiuying squinted her eyes and chewed for a bit, thinking it would be very sour, but it turned out to be very pleasant, with a happy expression on her face, "Grandson, God is looking after us!"

The elderly more or less have a little belief in God and Buddha.

Yang Zhenyu said: "Grandma, our family's Li can't be sold for four yuan!"

Wang Xiuying sat up straight and forgot about the back injury, proudly said: "No, how can you sell it for four yuan? When the plums are ripe, the taste will be even better, at least seven yuan a catty!"

Seven yuan per catty is already the highest price in Wang Xiuying's eyes.

But Yang Zhenyu didn't think so. If the plums in the whole village and even the whole township were of the quality of his family, seven yuan would be acceptable, but now they are the only ones out there, and the rare is the most expensive, and it is possible to sell more.

"Grandma, I'll go to the county hospital tomorrow to get your medicine, let's see what the retail price is at the fruit shop?" Yang Zhenyu said.

"It's all up to you, I can't move anyway, so you can do whatever you say!"

Wang Xiuying felt that her grandson was a scholar, and she had also gained experience when she went out, so she simply let him go.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhenyu went to the city to get medicine. At noon, he passed by a fruit shop with a lot of fruit. There were two baskets of crisp plums at the door. The plums were smaller than his family's, but larger than those of other farmers.

The billboard reads in red pen, "Local Crispy Lee 11 yuan a catty".

That's it?

Can you buy 11 yuan?
The clerk came up wearing an apron, and enthusiastically said: "Handsome guy! Do you want to call plums? Local crisp plums."

"Isn't the local crispy Lee out yet?" Yang Zhenyu wanted to test the clerk.

The clerk introduced: "The plums on the high mountain haven't come out yet, but the plums in Fengjia Village are already ripe. This is the first batch. We just dragged them over this morning. Let me tell you, the plums in Qingjiang County are generally harvested this year." It’s not good, what we sell is considered the best, you can try it!”

Yang Zhenyu took one from the clerk's hand, broke it, but didn't break it, smiled awkwardly, and could only feed it into his mouth and took a bite.

hmm~
酸~
Yang Zhenyu controlled his facial expression and smiled, "Is it easy to sell?"

The clerk introduced: "It's okay. After all, local people like to eat local crispy plums. We sold two baskets in one morning!"

Yang Zhenyu said: "I am also a crisp plum grower. My plums are bigger and sweeter than this!"

What I thought in my heart was: you can sell this for 11 yuan, isn't my plum sold for fifteen or twenty?

The clerk was a middle-aged woman and smiled at Yang Zhenyu, a young man.

At first glance, it doesn't look like someone who works in the fields. He is still a farmer. Can he grow plums?
Yang Zhenyu didn't feel embarrassed either. To do business, you have to be thick-skinned and be able to deal with all kinds of customers. This is what he summed up during the practice of receiving guests after graduating from school and going to a hotel for internship.

He smiled and said: "If you are interested, you can come to my field to have a look. Among other things, the quality is definitely better than this. As for how to sell it, it's up to you!"

Seriously.

The clerk was dubious, "Well, leave a phone call, and I'll tell the boss later that we are also part-time workers, and he has the final say on everything, but boy, if the boss is willing to accept it, you will make a lot of money. You know how much it really is." This brand, district and county chain, more than a dozen stores, let alone many, at least help you sell five thousand catties no problem!"

Yang Zhenyu left the phone to the clerk, and went home with a happy mood.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to the entrance of the village by car, and many people gathered at the door of the house.

Yang Zhenyu thought something happened to grandma, so he ran up quickly, and he was relieved to see Wang Xiuying sitting in front of the door safe and sound.

Zhang Mingkang came up and introduced: "Xiao Yang, your grandma said that you are now taking care of the family affairs. That's right. These two are Boss Li and Boss Zhou from Hunan. They came to see your house. plums!"

"This year, the plums belonging to your family are the best!"

"Hello, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhou!" Yang Zhenyu shook hands with the two.

Boss Li smiled and said, "Xiao Yang, Director Zhang just took me to visit your farm. Before I came, I also visited several other villages. The quality of your plums is the best in Qingjiang County.

We are collecting plums from other farmers for three or four yuan, but I can give you six yuan for your plums! "

six dollars!

Are you speaking human language?
When I was a child coaxing!
Sure enough, the price of that plum can be sold at 11 yuan now, and my family's minimum purchase price can also get that amount.

Yang Zhenyu smiled and said: "Mr. Li, I think it's a bit low!"

"Six yuan, it's still low!"

"Xiao Yang, don't be greedy, it's almost done!"

"It's better than our three or four yuan a catty!"

"Hey, God give me something to eat!"

"Wang Xiuying, I don't think six yuan is too low, so sell it quickly and ask Xiao Yang for a wife!"

The villagers who gathered here are more or less jealous in their hearts when they talk to each other.

The purchase price of Liuyuan is twice as high as some of them, can you balance it in your heart?

Yang Zhenyu knew the mentality of these uncles and aunts too well, so he still looked calm, waiting for Mr. Li to speak.

Mr. Li pretended to think, "So, Xiao Yang, how much are you willing to sell?"

"At least ten yuan!" Yang Zhenyu said bluntly.

"Ten dollars!"

"Why don't you go grab it!"

"Xiao Yang, you have too much appetite!"

"..."

The villagers were even more excited.

Even Wang Xiuying, who was relatively calm at first, was startled by the price. Since the planting of crisp plums, neither her family nor she has heard the price more than seven yuan, and Sun Wazi said it was ten yuan.

Is it too hasty?
Although Wang Xiuying was frightened, she did not refute Yang Zhenyu in public, and she let her grandson decide for herself.

Hearing the price, Mr. Zhou was the most excited, and denied it immediately, "Ten yuan, you mean the retail price, right? Young man, how can you do business like this?"

(End of this chapter)