Cute little peasant girl: Love me through the family group!

A hundred catties is simply a drop in the bucket for the output of tens of thousands of catties.

It is not a wise move to offend the big channel of Manager Lin for a mere tens of taels of silver.

Bai Molin had expected the price of cotton for a long time.

"It's not bad to be able to sell one or two silvers. After all, the shipment volume is too large and the market is difficult to digest. Next year, it is estimated that even this half of the price will not be sold."

Bai Zhiqing agreed with his son's judgment, and at the same time, he was glad that he had a smart and good son, and the market changed early.

When the villagers came to his house to ask for seeds at the beginning of the year, Bai Molin mentioned to the villagers that the price of cotton this year would definitely drop a lot.

At that time, the villagers didn't believe it, thinking that it was Bai Molin who dissuaded them from planting other cotton.

In fact, Bai Molin was vaccinating the villagers to save the harvest. The reality was too different from what he expected, and he thought it was his family that interfered.

At the same time, it is to let the villagers know that his family has made huge sacrifices to allow the villagers to plant cotton.Their own cotton income has also been greatly reduced.

The reason for clarifying the middle ground is not to make the villagers be grateful to his family, but to not sacrifice their own interests silently, but in the end they are wronged.

It is only now that the villagers know that Bai Molin was not talking nonsense at the time.

The day before yesterday, Bai Zhiqing didn't go to Lin's House alone, but went with the village chief.

After all, it is about tens of thousands of catties of cotton and tens of thousands of taels of silver, and it is up to the village chief, who is at the helm, to act in person.When he got the province, he was misunderstood by the villagers that he helped the shopkeeper Lin to lower the price and make a profit from it.

In the spring, Shopkeeper Lin learned from Bai Zhiqing that this year Baijia Village planted no less than 400 mu of cotton, including Bai Zhiqing's small farm, totaling more than [-] mu.

If compared with last year's output, it is estimated that nearly [-] catties of cotton can be grown.

Shopkeeper Lin had already made plans in his heart.

"I'll give you a conscience price, one tael per pound."

"What?!" When the village chief heard that a pound of cotton can only be sold for one or two silvers, his face was pulled down, "Didn't you pay back three or two pounds last year?!"

After speaking, the village chief gave Bai Zhiqing a suspicious look.

Bai Zhiqing smiled wryly, he knew it would be like this, it's better for him to shut up on this occasion, lest the village chief think he was speaking for Manager Lin.

It is not easy to trust, but it is available and cherished.

Shopkeeper Lin squeezed his round face and said with a smile: "Mr. Bai, you don't know that the market in the small Dongcheng County can't digest more than 4 catties of cotton. Not to mention Dongcheng County, even the entire Lizhou may not be able to digest it. So much Cotton can only be sold outside the country, and the cost is high. And even if it is shipped to other places, it is not easy to sell."

The village chief didn't believe it: "Why can't it be sold well? Cotton is a precious thing, and everyone likes it."

Shopkeeper Lin smiled and said, "No matter how expensive it is, you have to be able to afford it. Ordinary people only buy a thin quilt when they get married if they buy a dowry or a dowry. How can they afford it on weekdays.

Did you know that in previous years, the cotton that was transported from the south to the north was only about ten thousand catties, and was distributed to all parts of the north.My store is a big one in Dongcheng County, and it may not be able to sell all of the cotton that enters [-] catties a year, and sometimes it has to be stocked.

You have [-] catties all of a sudden, how can so many people afford it. "

Although cotton is expensive, cotton farmers don’t earn too much, and the transportation caravan earns the bulk. Therefore, there are not many people who grow cotton in the south, and fewer people are transported to the north every year, so the price is high.

The village chief felt that there was some truth in what Shopkeeper Lin said, but this truth was not in his interest, so he scolded him without expressing his opinion.

Shopkeeper Lin looked at the village chief and continued, "There is a saying that what is rare is the most valuable. In previous years, only [-] catties of cotton were sold in the north, but this year, [-] catties came all at once. The key is that there will be so much more every year in the future. No, it is not certain that there will be more and more cotton every year in the future. Cotton is no longer rare, so it will not be expensive. We can only sell it at a lower price, and then we have to reduce the price we receive. Do you think this is true? "

The village chief snorted and didn't say whether he agreed or not, but he was persuaded in his heart.

Although he does not understand the impact of supply and demand on commodity market pricing, he can vaguely feel it.

The village chief thought of the scene of growing food in the fields in previous years.

In good years, the price of grain in grain stores is low, and grain merchants also reduce the price when they come to collect grain; in disaster years, grain merchants will receive several tens of cents more per catty of grain, but the price of grain in the store is doubled. soared.

Think of it as such.

Next, Manager Lin dismantled the transportation costs of the caravan one by one and analyzed it with the village chief. In general, the price of cotton must be lowered.

The village chief was finally persuaded, but he couldn't accept it, and he had to rely on shopkeeper Lin to sell cotton.

Other stores cannot afford to eat tens of thousands of kilograms of cotton in one go.

However, Bai Zhiqing changed his original plan after hearing the price of cotton and stopped selling the cotton.

His family is not short of money for the time being, and he doesn't expect to make money by growing cotton all his life. His son is amazing. Before cotton began to grow, he planned an entire industrial chain.

Small farm.

Bai Zhiqing pointed to the boundless cotton sea and said, "This year, the cotton at home will not be sold, and I will keep it for you to toss."

toss?

Bai Molin raised his head slightly and glanced at his father in dissatisfaction.

Aware of the murderous aura in his son's eyes, Bai Zhiqing laughed dryly, this kid just loves face.

"Father is wrong. It's not tossing, it's tossing. You are the hero of making a lot of money for your family! Dad, I can enjoy your filial piety with peace of mind!"

pounding?Is there a difference?

But Bai Molin wasn't really angry. Seeing his father showing weakness, he curled his lips and smiled. It seemed good to have a father who would take into account the feelings of his family.

Since the textile workshop was mentioned, Bai Molin said his plan.

"Since we want to build a textile factory, we have to use workers. I plan to use the peasant women hired in the farm as the first batch of female textile workers."

Bai Zhiqing was puzzled, "I think these peasant women are shaving food in the ground. I'm afraid their hands are not so good. Do you know how to weave?"

Bai Molin said proudly with a small face: "The machine I designed is extremely easy to operate. It doesn't require female workers to be ingenious, as long as they are careful. And this group of people will try it out first, and if it doesn't work, they will just do another trick."

Bai Zhiqing nodded as he walked.

Bai Molin continued: "The wages of female workers in the factory are calculated according to the standard of second-class employees. If the monthly output exceeds the standard, there will be bonuses, and if the cloth is damaged due to unsatisfactory work, the wages will be deducted. I have already thought about the first edition of the factory management regulations. I'll write to you when I go back."

Bai Zhiqing nodded, "You can do this." He sincerely admired the various management routines that his son came up with.

The assessment rules that this kid came up with made people willing to roll up, and the more they rolled, the happier they were.

This kind of thing is handed over to his son, and he is relieved and worry-free.

The son is capable, the daughter is cute, the wife is good everywhere, this little time is really beautiful~