Rebirth 70: The Fat Wife is Turning Over

"Okay." Hua Zhao agreed immediately.

Originally, she wanted to make some money with this batch of melon seeds, but what happened a few days ago touched her a lot.

Although everyone is selfish, they are mainly helping her and grandpa.

Do not ask for anything in return.

She kept this favor in her heart and naturally wanted to repay them.

"I'll tell the uncle captain about this, let him ask the villagers if they are willing, and then report how much each family intends to sell, so I can also tell the supply and marketing cooperative." Hua Zhao said, "As for the price, I will tell you how much. They talked and promised to be higher than 3 cents."

"Hey! I knew you were the most reliable in your work!" Aunt Ma's wish came true, and she left in a hurry. She had to go home and discuss with the children how much to sell.

For 3 cents a pound, leave more for them, and 5 cents a pound for less.

The village that had been quiet for a few days became lively again, and after one afternoon, everyone went to Zhao Liangcai to register.

Without the business of bean sprouts, they are very disappointed. Now they can make dozens of dollars from melon seeds and they are happy.

A family can't make dozens of yuan a year from farming! If a pig is not well raised, it will be sold for dozens of yuan.

And now these dozens of dollars are all given to them by Hua Zhaobai, and they earned it in more than a month. They all remember Hua Zhao's goodness.

When Hua Zhao got a number, he went to the county seat with his grandfather with the melon seeds he had fried to find Wang Meng.

"Uncle, I'm here to bring you something delicious!" Hua Zhao smiled while standing at the door.

Wang Meng looked up and smiled when he saw her. Who would be unhappy when he saw such a beautiful person?

He immediately stood up to say hello to Hua Qiang, and then went to pick up the basket behind Hua Zhao: "Come here as soon as you come. What are you bringing, it's still so heavy! I don't have any points!"

Hua Zhao's belly has been 7 months old, and it is very big. It looks as big as someone else is about to give birth. So Hua Qiang didn't worry that she went out alone and came with her.

But Hua Zhao was stunned that he didn't let him carry anything, and the dozens of pounds behind her seemed like a game to her.

Hua Zhao's basket was full of melon seeds, she held out some and put them on Wang Meng's table: "Uncle, try it."

Wang Meng was as good as he was, grabbed a handful and started nibbling on it, and immediately smiled: "I know that there is nothing bad that you take out of your hands!"

He looked at the baskets on the ground, and it didn't look like they were all given to him. The key is that he personally went to Kuoshan Village when he inspected the site a few days ago, knowing that everyone in their village has planted melon seeds this year.

"Let me help your village find sales?" Wang Meng asked.

Hua Zhao gave him a thumbs up: "Uncle is a smart man!"

Wang Meng laughed. He didn't want to listen to other people's compliments. Hua Zhao said it nicely: "Don't worry, leave it to me. How many kilograms do you have in total? How much are you going to sell?"

"There are 10,000 catties." Hua Zhao stretched out a finger: "I plan to sell 1 yuan a catty."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Wang Meng choked on the seeds.

He knew that the supply and marketing cooperative's melon seeds cost 20 to 50 cents a pound, and he likes to eat some melon seeds when he has nothing to do. Now this is very fragrant, but 1 yuan 1 catty is too expensive.

It has quadrupled all of a sudden, and most people can't accept it.

"Uncle, do you think it's worth it?" Hua Zhao asked.

In such a short period of time, Wang Meng has already drank a lot, and the more he eats, the more fragrant he is, and he can't stop. He feels that he can eat a basket in one go.

"It's worth it!" Wang Meng had to say. The more you eat, the more worth it.

"It can be worth more." Hua Zhao took out a stack of kraft paper from the frame, took out a sheet and folded it into a square, filled it with about 1 pound of melon seeds, and folded it a few times before wrapping it.

A bag of melon seeds is ready. She picked up the pen on Wang Meng's desk and drew a cartoon version of melon seeds on the paper, and wrote a few words "scented melon seeds" beside it.

"Looking at it like this, is it worth 1 yuan?" Hua Zhao said with a smile

Wang Meng glanced at it blankly and nodded: "It's a bit interesting to look at it this way."

People rely on clothes, and so do things. Hardcover is more advanced than bulk and should be more expensive.

"My conditions are limited and I don't have other materials. If I can make some boxes from the food factory and print them on, it will be more advanced. If I take them out as gifts, the people who receive them will definitely like them." Hua Zhao gave him another idea. .

Everyone likes such a good thing, wouldn't it be better as a gift? It will never offend anyone, and it will make a good profit. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, this is much better than peach crisps and biscuits.

Wang Meng's eyes lit up, and now he thinks that 1 yuan is cheap, and a pound of peach cake is three or four yuan, and it's not delicious!

"Wait, I'll find someone for you!" Wang Meng packed some melon seeds in his pocket and went out.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged man was brought back.