Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

Then Song Yunuan made several more gourds out of colored paper. She demonstrated that they were different from the traditional four-corner and two-corner gourds.

This is a literal gourd.

Two things, made in a short time.

I originally wanted to make knots, but unfortunately I didn’t have any silk thread.

Mrs. Song's eyes widened. The words she used to describe it were naturally different from the actual words she did.

Just like what Xiao Nuan described, the visual impact is so great, it’s so beautiful, especially the small sachet, it’s so delicate.

After wearing it, it not only repels insects and evil spirits, but also makes you feel noble.

There is also this gourd without horns, which is round and round, and looks perfect.

What did Mrs. Song want to say? Xia Guilan said: "Mom, Xiao Nuan is right. This is seasonal and can only be sold for a few days. Let's make it together and make money. We can also make dumplings for the Dragon Boat Festival. Let's Why not?"

Mrs. Song is actually very smart. Even if it is seasonal, isn’t what she sells just fresh?

But all of them were very generous, so she could only say: "You can do whatever you want, I don't care."

The two samples were taken to the brigade headquarters by Song Yunuan.

Lian Xiang also came with him.

Chu Zizhou didn't expect it to be so exquisite.

It's a pity that I can't take him to the capital.

The mugwort leaves in this sachet are all good mugwort leaves.

Mrs. Song who chased after her was panting.

Song Yunuan asked in surprise: "Grandma, what's wrong with you? Don't be anxious and speak slowly if you have anything to say."

He also ran to the cabinet, took out a new teacup and poured grandma a cup of sugar water.

The main reason is that Mrs. Song's face is a bit pale, and drinking some sugar water will make her feel better.

Chu Zizhou was really speechless with this undisclosed strength.

Mrs. Song didn't stretch her arms. She pointed to the things on the table and asked several people: "Don't rush to do it yet. Let me ask you, have you forgotten the custom of celebrating the Dragon Boat Festival in Nanshan County?"

Song Yunuan rolled her eyes, suddenly clapped her hands, and said, "It has to be my breast, otherwise we might have to pay for it..."

Chu Zizhou doesn’t understand anything.

Lian Xiang, who came with him, hurriedly explained and forgot about it.

As the old saying goes: Every village is different within ten miles, and its customs are different within a hundred miles.

The customs of celebrating the Dragon Boat Festival vary from region to region.

In Nanshan County, the custom of the Dragon Boat Festival is to give the children at home the colorful threads on the sachets that were soaked in dew last night before the sun rises.

A wicker stick filled with gourds is inserted at the door, which means pretending to be sick or calamity, and it must be thrown away at noon after the Dragon Boat Festival.

These are not the main ones.

The main thing is that the sachets worn by the children should be thrown into the river nearest to their homes after the first rain of the Dragon Boat Festival.

It means that all disasters are gone.

To put it simply, this is not for long-term wear, and most people will not be willing to buy a sachet made of such good materials.

There is also a gourd. If you stack a few pieces of colored paper, you can stack a lot.

Chu Zizhou went to see Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan was embarrassed to say that she had no intention of selling it to those whose families were in poverty. She was selling it to those whose families were wealthy and had a good job.

She said this: "Nowadays, there is no holiday for the Dragon Boat Festival. Some dual-income or multi-income families in our county have to work overtime. We make ready-made products for them, eliminating the need for them to stay up late. This can be regarded as contributing to the Four Modernizations." Construction has made a contribution.”

Mrs. Song;…

If you want to talk about being clever, it has to be my eldest granddaughter.

"Besides, let's not do too much. Starting tomorrow, it will only take two days. Captain, I suggest that each household send one person to the canteen to implement assembly line operations..."

Song Yunuan gave her a meal, and Chu Zizhou felt that it was time for him to give up his seat to her.

Why does a captain in a rural area feel that he may not be able to sit still? ——

On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, three hundred limited edition sachets were prepared, each priced at one yuan. The gourds are not only gourds, but also gourds with four corners and two corners. After all, this kind of gourd is hollow, so it should be It's a gourd pretending to be sick.

If there are too few things, you can’t see them. But if you wait and see if there are too many things, it’s really colorful and eye-catching.

I made so many gourds that all the colored paper was used up. A total of eight thousand were made.

Priced at five cents each.

Not counting manpower, there are still more than half a bag of sewing thread and half a bag of rags left in the warehouse of the brigade headquarters.

Minus the paste and so on, the handwork cost this time is estimated to be 200 yuan.

Whether you can make money depends on whether you can sell it.

So, according to Song Yunuan's suggestion, he first went to find President Huang, and by the way, he moved the household registration of Grandma Xia's family to Erdaohe Village.

Chu Zizhou felt that Song Yunuan was too good at taking care of things.

Chu Zizhou and President Huang went to the county.

Deputy County Zhao gave strong support and set up a counter in the department store to sell sachets and gourds.

Who is going?

Of course it was Song Yunuan.

Chu Zizhou didn't go, but asked Accountant Li to collect money and help.

There is also a little flower who plays very well with Song Yunuan.

Her full name is Zhou Xiaohua.

There are six girls in the family, the eldest is called Dahua, and she is the youngest, called Xiaohua.

Song Yunuan felt that the Zhou family was pretty good, at least they weren't called Zhao Di or anything like that.

The department store was always full of people, and suddenly there was a counter. In addition to an old man wearing glasses and holding an abacus, there were two little girls.

One of the little girls looked like a movie star.

On the counter is a sign for Sunflower Commune Erdaohe Village, and a reminder written on red paper:

Dear customers and comrades, there are only 300 sachets available. If you want to buy them, hurry up. All the villagers of Erdaohe thank you for your support!

Things were not put inside, but hung up.

Colorful, like a sea of ​​flowers.

Xiaohua's legs were shaking nervously, mainly because she didn't see so many people.

Song Yunuan said to her: "What are you afraid of? You are not robbing things, you are selling them to them. They will all smile at you."

Xiaohua suddenly understood.

Yes, she is the salesperson at the counter, the cool and coaxing one.

Chu Zizhou was still worried, and he and the branch secretary came and stared at the crowd.

Lao He, who came back from a business trip, was in high spirits. After hearing about it, he also came and began to maintain order.

After maintaining it, he left quietly.

It only took a day and a half to sell.

After all, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival and it will be taken off the shelves.

The good thing about selling things in this era is that you don't bargain on the price, so I made a neat income of 700 yuan.

Not one point more, not one point less.

Other communes were greedy, and so was President Huang, but Erdaohe was also under his jurisdiction.

Treat everyone equally.

After going back, I started to divide the money.

They line up to come to the brigade headquarters to receive their money. Whoever does the work gets paid, and family members are not allowed to interfere.

One hundred and sixty-nine households received two yuan and half a catty of pork per person. The brigade headquarters did not suffer any loss, and the villagers were as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year again.

Song Yunuan was also in the queue. It was her turn and she happily received two yuan and half a catty of pork.

Chu Zizhou glanced at Song Yunuan's cheerful back and thought she was poor.

As far as he knew, her bonus plus the manuscript fee she received yesterday was probably not worth several thousand yuan.

Even richer than him.

And Song Yunuan kept the money himself.

Chu Zizhou was a little sour.