Siheyuan: There are three little cats at home

Chapter 427 Going to the Countryside to Collect Grain
However, in these years, it is difficult to get commercial loans.

Not to mention the complicated procedures, it was not worth it for Xu Qing to spend several hundred yuan.

Going to the countryside to collect grain, a few hundred yuan is just a drop in the bucket.

As for those who want to borrow ten thousand or eight thousand, the requirements are even stricter.

Moreover, there are currently few banks in the country, such as the newly established Agricultural Bank of China, which have not yet launched this type of business.

After thinking about it, Xu Qing decided not to take out a loan for the time being and use the few thousand dollars he had first.

After a period of time, they would go to the countryside to collect some of the grain, process it into flour, and sell it.

Then use the money you earn to collect food again, and take your time.

If the stall is too big from the beginning, all aspects of management will not be able to keep up, and problems will easily arise.

Playing slowly and steadily is the best strategy.

Anyway, it has just been opened, and there are many opportunities to make money.

There's no need to rush things.

Eager for quick success and quick gain may be counterproductive.

After walking out of the Agricultural Bank of China, Xu Qing braved the scorching sun, carried more than 1000 yuan in his pocket, and walked out of Sijiu City to the newly built warehouse near San Huzi's home to inspect it.

Seeing that the warehouse was built well, the workers didn't have to deal with the problem. After smoking a circle, Xu Qing sat in the spacious and empty warehouse and paid the workers one by one.

These workers were all found by Sanhuzi and were farmers from nearby villages.

The price of Xu Qing's employment is not too expensive.

One person pays one dollar and three dollars a day, which means he hires many people and works for a long time.

After paying his salary, Xu Qing had almost no more than 1000 yuan left.

The workers got their wages and left in twos and threes.

Xu Qing walked around the warehouse, wearing a straw hat woven from wheat straw, and looked around the warehouse carefully.

Finally, he locked the warehouse door with a big iron lock, turned around and rode his bicycle to Sanhuzi's house.

Come and have a look.

Secondly, the food collected will be brought to the warehouse, and Sanhuzi's mother will be asked to take care of it at night.

Xu Qing had to say hello in advance about this matter.

In case Sanhuzi’s mother feels that she is getting old and refuses to agree.

Xu Qing should find someone else as soon as possible.

After all, when the food is put into the warehouse, no one can watch it.

Sanhuzi’s mother did not refuse.

Xu Qing paid her a salary, which was easier for Sanhuzi's elderly mother than earning money from shoe soles.

Seeing that he agreed, Xu Qing said before leaving:
"Auntie, I haven't put anything in the warehouse yet, so you don't need to take care of it right now."

Sanhuzi's mother sent Xu Qing to the courtyard gate and said with a smile:

"Okay, Xiaoqing, remember to tell Auntie when you will bring the food."

Xu Qing nodded in response, put on a big straw hat, got on his bicycle and hurried back to Sijiucheng.

The weather was hot and stuffy. Before Xu Qing returned to Sijiu City, half of his sleeves were soaked with sweat.

It's the end of July.

It's already dog ​​days. It hasn't rained in the past few days. It's been sunny all the time, and the ground is so hot that it's smoking.

Xu Qing stopped his bicycle, took out his handkerchief, and while wiping the sweat from his forehead, he glanced at the scorching sun, avoided the cars coming out of the city, and left his bicycle beside the fields on the roadside. I sat on the ground with my back against the road and smoked a cigarette. After the dust on the road fell, I stood up, picked up my bicycle, and continued riding back to the city.

It was already past one o'clock when we returned to the city.

It’s the hottest and sunniest time of the day in summer.

Xu Qing did not go to the grain station, but went directly back to the compound where he lived, had lunch, rested for a long time with his daughter in his arms, and then rode his bike towards the grain station with his son Hongzhi, who was on summer vacation.

Xu Qing asked Hongzhi to go to the grain station every now and then to help take care of his business.

Xu Hongzhi was reluctant.

Children are all playful, and they have finally looked forward to the summer vacation. How can they be willing to stay in the grain station? They always feel that there is no energy. It is better to watch TV comfortably at home.

Xu Hongzhi, wearing the big straw hat Xu Qing brought home in the morning, sat on the back seat of his bicycle and said with a sad face:

"Dad, I will follow you to the grain station today, but I won't go there tomorrow. I have to take care of my sister and Hongfu at home."

Xu Qing pedaled his bicycle and said with a smile: "Okay, from now on you can come to the grain station with me and your aunt every other day."

Xu Hongzhi made an aggrieved cry and looked at the children of the same age running around and playing on the street, his bright and clear eyes full of envy.

After Xu Qing arrived at the grain station, he stopped the car and let his son get off first, then put the bicycle away before walking into his store.

In the grain station, Er Mazi was lying on a chair, head tilted, sleeping soundly.

Xu Xiaoya, Sanhuzi's wife, and Meijuan have already had their lunch break, and the three of them are busy with their own matters at hand.

Xiaoya stood in front of the counter, gently dialing the abacus, while Sanhuzi's wife and Meijuan were busy taking some unclean millet and quietly sifting out the debris inside with a dustpan and rice sieve.

After all, it is impossible for every bag of grain collected by the country to be processed every year without any impurities.

Millet is no better than wheat.

Before wheat can be ground into flour, it must be processed.

But millet does not need to be ground into powder. What it looks like when it is harvested is almost the same when it is sold.

State-owned stores, department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives, those state-owned places, generally don't have people doing that, but Xu Qing is a personal food station.

Once the millet is cleaned up, people who come to buy food can save the time to go back and do it.

This can be regarded as a means for Xuqing Grain Station to attract customers.

In any case, if a private grain station wants to compete with the public sector, it naturally needs some advantages.

Otherwise, why would anyone come to Xu Qing to buy food?

When the prices are the same, Xu Qing can only start with services.

Retain customers from every detail.

Therefore, the sales of millet at Xuqing Grain Station have increased a lot compared to when it first opened.

Anyway, the uncles and aunts who come to Dongdan Vegetable Market to buy vegetables like to buy some millet from Xu Qing.

It's clean. When you buy it, rinse it with clean water and you can put it in the pot.

It's more convenient than buying from other places.

And by the way, naturally I also buy some white noodles or corn noodles, mung beans, red beans and so on.

Invisibly, Xu Qing's grain station not only left a good impression on them, but also increased the sales of other grains.

In addition, Sanhuzi's wife, Meijuan and Xiaoya are all hard-working people.

Under the arrangement of Xu Qing, Er Mazi also helped deliver goods to the doorsteps of some adults and aunts who needed a lot of food, as well as those with limited legs and feet.

In this way, the reputation of Xu Qingliang Station has been established in the surrounding area.

The individual business alone sells thousands of kilograms of grain every month.

However, compared with the food sent by Xu Qing and the kitchens in the canteens of several branch factories, this is still a bit insignificant and not worth mentioning.

But with the reputation, Xu Qing expanded from opening a grain station to other businesses, which can be regarded as laying a foundation.

However, Xu Qing is not considering other industries for the time being. He just wants to make a name for himself in the food industry first.

In business, no one will become fat after one bite.

Even if there is, it is just a moment of luck and can only be regarded as puffy.If you want long-term development, you have to take one step at a time.

Xu Qing didn't care about his son going to play with the four cats. He brought him here just to exercise, see more, listen more, and gain some experience.

Even if my son doesn't like it, it doesn't matter.

Everyone has his own ambitions, and Xu Qing will not force his son to grow up other than to engage in business.

But it is always beneficial to know more from an early age.

The third day of August.

Xu Qing and Er Mazi rode out of Sijiu City early in the morning and went to the countryside to collect grain.

The weather hadn't warmed up yet in the morning. Taking advantage of the coolness, Xu Qing and Er Mazi rode a bicycle. As soon as they left the city, they went straight to the commune of Xu Qing's hometown.

Xu Qing considered that starting from a familiar commune would be easier than going to an unfamiliar commune.

After all, we are familiar with each other, so any matter can be easily discussed.

Er Mazi was holding a cigarette in his mouth. Not long after leaving the city, he took off his half-sleeves and put them on the front of his bicycle. He was wearing a red vest and riding shirtless.

There is no one around, but you can occasionally encounter cars, but after you leave the main road and turn onto a closer path, no one can see a single car, let alone a car, so it doesn't matter if you are shirtless.

The dirt road was full of potholes. Er Mazi followed Xu Qing and rode his bicycle for a long time before reaching the township commune.

Er Mazi put on half-sleeves and pushed his bicycle. Under the leadership of Xu Qing, he met the commune secretary, Wang Mingsheng.

These days, the position of township secretaries changes very slowly.

Although nearly ten years have passed since Feng Ming jumped in line.

But the commune secretary has not been replaced.

When Wang Mingsheng saw Xu Qing coming, he welcomed him into the house with a smile, and asked Aunt Li from the commune's big stove to fry a few dishes of vegetable dishes without much oil, while drinking and chatting with Xu Qing and Er Mazi.

"Comrade Xu Qing, you are no longer the director of the factory, but you are running your own grain station?"

Xu Qing nodded and said: "Yes, Secretary Wang, the country now advocates self-reliance. I used to be a factory director, so I can set an example."

Wang Mingsheng smiled and nodded, picked up the wine cup and followed Xu Qing, and then asked:

"Your classmate Li Guohua, he is now..."

Xu Qingdao: "He was transferred back to Sijiu City a few years ago, and now he works in the main office as the director."

Wang Mingsheng said oh, thoughtfully, and gestured to Xu Qing and Er Mazi to eat.

Xu Qing took a bite of fried shredded potatoes with his chopsticks and ate it without anyone noticing.

Wang Mingsheng held a cigarette in his left hand, and with his right hand he read the approval document that Xu Qing had handed to him for the start of the country's grain harvest, and said after a moment:

"Xiao Qing, since you have the approval document from the country, let me hold a meeting with the others later. After I finish handing over the grain to the country, I will calculate how much is left, and then you will collect it."

Hearing this, Xu Qing took out his peony cigarette and handed it to Wang Mingsheng:

"Then I'll trouble you, Secretary Wang. Don't worry, the price I charge is based on the national tax standard, which is one cent and three cents per catty of wheat, and one quarter and three cents per catty."

When Wang Mingsheng heard this, he was very happy and said with a smile on his face:
"Xiao Qing, you are worthy of being a factory director. You have a high level of ideological awareness. After the meeting, I will help you ask the brigade to see which team has more food this year. If they want I’ll buy you some more, how about you take them as well?”

Xu Qing nodded and said cheerfully: "That's no problem, I'll take as much as you want."

Wang Mingsheng became even more happy. He put down his chopsticks, got off the kang, and immediately arranged for people to start the meeting.

More than five o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun has not yet set.

There were already many people standing in the commune courtyard.

Everyone looked at Xu Qing and Er Mazi harvesting wheat with happy faces.

Wang Mingsheng specially found a few strong people to help Xu Qing and Er Mazi.

Although Er Mazi is not very well educated, he can still do simple bookkeeping after studying in a literacy class.

Holding a notebook, he placed five sacks of wheat on a large scale and immediately wrote down the weight.

Xu Qing stood in front of Er Mazi, staring and chatting with Wang Mingsheng.

It’s impossible not to keep an eye on someone who is overweight.

If you harvest a lot of wheat and fail to keep an eye on any one of them, there will be a big problem.

Although Xu Qing didn't think about lowering the price of wheat harvest.

But his money didn't come from the strong wind.

After working for more than two hours, Xu Qing harvested [-] jins and [-] jins of wheat.

But at this moment, the sky gradually darkened, and Xu Qing stopped collecting.

Ask Secretary Wang Mingsheng to find someone to take care of the grain that will be harvested.

Then he entered the house, had dinner, sat on the kang under the lamp, and asked the commune to calculate the money for the [-] kilograms of wheat harvested today in front of Wang Mingsheng and the people surrounding him.

In front of everyone, Xu Qing took out 29 yuan and handed it to the commune accountant.

In the summer of 79, more than 1000 yuan was not a small amount.

Xu Qing took it out, and everyone in the commune, including Wang Minsheng, except Er Mazi, were all shocked.

For people in the commune, their annual income is not that much.

If you are a farmer, you can earn hundreds of yuan a year, and you are considered a wealthy person in the village.

For a moment, the people in the commune looked at Xu Qing and Er Mazi with different eyes.

Several production brigade captains rushed to Xu Qing and Er Mazi and said:

"We still have some wheat and corn on the team. If you want to harvest it, bring it to the commune in the next two days."

Xu Qing smoked and said with a smile: "Secretary Wang told me earlier that I will be here at the commune for the next two days. You can come over at any time."

Turn around early in the morning.

After Xu Qing let Er Mazi eat breakfast from the commune's big stove, he went back to the city to hire a truck to pull the wheat.

He stayed in the commune compound, harvesting corn, and waiting for the people from the production team to bring in grain.

Regarding corn, Xu Qing follows national standards.

Charge five cents per catty.

Bangzi noodles are already cheap at [-] cents per pound.

The cost of hauling corn to the warehouse and grinding it into cornmeal is not low, plus losses and so on.

It would not be worthwhile for Xu Qing to collect [-]% of the profit.

The country can do it, but individual grain stations are completely unable to bear it.

But since we are harvesting grain, we can’t say we won’t harvest it if we don’t make a profit.

Fortunately, Xu Qing has the ability to split the corn in two. After harvesting the corn, he can use his ability to split it once.

There is still some money to be made.

Just accept it.

In one morning, Xu Qingguang harvested tens of thousands of catties of corn.

There was no room to put the piles in the commune compound. Xu Qing stopped and said:

"Secretary Wang, let's do this for now. When it's afternoon, I'll take away the wheat I harvested yesterday and the [-] kilograms of corn I harvested today, and then I'll continue harvesting tomorrow."

Wang Mingsheng heard the voice and said: "Okay."

Xu Qing was on the commune stove. After lunch, he put on a straw hat and stood on the corn piled in the commune courtyard. Looking at more than 1 kilograms of corn, he felt one word in his heart, sad!

(End of this chapter)