Volume 1: Reborn in the 1980s, selling lunch boxes with my mother Chapter 175: Ancestral Disobedience
While Grandma Hu was trying to woo the village chief's wife, Jiang Tian was not idle either. She started chatting with Zhao Dongliang next to her.
Although Zhao Dongliang is physically disabled, his vision and insight are no less than that of Jiang Tian, a reborn person.
After all, he was trained .
Jiang Tian felt a lot of pressure after chatting with him for a few sentences. This guy was not easy to fool, so Jiang Tian simply gave up and explained her plan to him in a straightforward manner.
"When my grandma was selling zongzi at a gas station, many customers passing by asked if it was a local specialty because our zongzi was delicious."
"Uncle Dongliang, to be honest, I really want to make our big meat dumplings into a local specialty."
"Since it is a local specialty, my grandma and I want to package the zongzi well, just like the malted milk and biscuits given as gifts at the supply and marketing cooperative. Let's also package them."
Zhao Dongliang added thoughtfully: "But the iron box is too expensive..."
Scrap iron at this time is very valuable, not to mention that zongzi are quite large. If you want to give them to others, you can't just put two or three zongzi in the package, right?
Since it is given as a gift, at least ten or eight dumplings should be put in it. If so many dumplings are to be packed in an iron box, how big would the box have to be? The packaging cost alone would be enormous.
"So, you want us to make you some bamboo baskets?"
Jiang Tiantian nodded: "Yes! But it doesn't have to be too delicate, as long as it is strong. I drew two styles. Uncle Dongliang, can you help me see if there is any way to control the cost of the bamboo basket within 50 cents?"
The commonly used bamboo vegetable baskets on the market now cost about one yuan and twenty cents each, but Jiang Tian doesn't need to make them that big, and the craftsmanship doesn't need to be that complicated. Plus, rice dumplings are relatively large, so it doesn't matter if the gaps in the bamboo basket are a little bigger. Jiang Tian thinks that if they sell them at fifty cents each, Village Chief Zhao's family can still make a profit.
Zhao Dongliang took the drawing that Jiang Tian had drawn, looked at it for a while, and asked about the approximate size of the basket. Finally, he asked her a question: "How many of these baskets do you want?"
Jiang Tian thought for a moment and raised two fingers: "I plan to order 200 first. If they sell well, I can order 2,000 or even 20,000."
Zhao Dongliang looked at the pretty girl with surprise.
This girl looks young, but she's surprisingly arrogant.
Twenty thousand bamboo baskets , just by asking, without even discussing it with the parents?
Zhao Dongliang believes that there are only two truths:
Or maybe this girl is particularly favored at home and the whole family is reluctant to disappoint her.
Either this girl is really talented, and at such a young age, she has won the respect of the whole family with her ability.
Zhao Dongliang looked up at Grandma Hu, but Grandma Hu actually said that she only knew how to make rice dumplings, and all matters big and small in the workshop were decided by Jiang Tian.
Chen Sanniang and her son were both stunned.
However, Jiang Tian's next words made them no longer dare to underestimate this teenage girl.
Jiang Tian suggested that Zhao Dongliang take the order. If he was worried that he would not be able to complete it in time, he could ask someone in the village for help, or simply break up the order and subcontract it to other villagers.
"Uncle Dongliang, the price I give you for your order is fifty cents per basket. If you subcontract this job to someone else, as long as the quality of the bamboo baskets is up to standard and the style is what we want, it doesn't matter if you give them thirty or forty cents. The extra money is yours. I just want to get two hundred baskets by the agreed time."
"How about you think about it first? If you are willing to do it, you can ask someone to come to this address and find me or my grandma."
As she spoke, Jiang Tian took out a leftover business card and handed it to Zhao Dongliang.
Zhao Dongliang held the business card in his hand, pondered for a moment, raised his head, and asked in a difficult tone: "Why do you want to give this profitable business to our family?"
Do you feel sympathy for this useless person?
Zhao Dongliang has his own dignity. Over the years, there have been comrades with good family backgrounds who wanted to help him, but he rejected them all.
It's not that he doesn't know what's good for him, but with this crippled leg, he's destined to be a burden to others wherever he goes.
He thought Jiang Tian was just like everyone else, and she felt sorry for him because he was disabled.
If that's the case, there's no need...
With a bitter smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, he heard Jiang Tian, who was sitting opposite him, chuckle:
"Actually, I have something else to do and I would like to ask the village chief for help."
Zhao Dongliang: “…”
This little girl! She really wasn't polite to him at all.
However, Jiang Tian's attitude, which clearly showed that she wanted to use the order to please his father and get his help, made Zhao Dongliang secretly relieved.
His father has been the village chief for many years, and many villagers come to his house every year to ask him for help.
Some of them are younger generations in the family who are looking for marriages, but they lack an elder with status to take charge, so they want to ask the village chief to help out.
Sometimes there are conflicts over dividing the property, and brothers start fighting, so they ask the village chief to come and administer justice and help divide the property.
As long as it is not illegal, Zhao Yongfu generally will not refuse.
However, if you sell two hundred bamboo baskets at fifty cents each, you can still earn dozens of dollars after completing this order.
You know, there are many wild bamboo forests in their Nanqiao Village. The bamboo strips used to weave bamboo baskets have basically no cost. All you have to do is go up the mountain to cut some bamboos, drag them back, dry them in the shade, and then split them into strips yourself.
This still needs to be delegated to others.
If Jiang Tian gave them enough time, he and her mother could weave the two hundred bamboo baskets themselves and make a net profit of one hundred yuan.
In this day and age, many people in the countryside can weave things with bamboo strips. Jiang Tian must have relatives who can do this, but she gave this lucrative business to a stranger like him. Zhao Dongliang subconsciously felt that what Jiang Tian asked his father to do should not be a trivial matter...
really!
This girl is really braver than many adults. She told her father that she wanted to buy the wasteland near the river in the village.
"That haunted house?" Zhao Yongfu asked in surprise.
Jiang Tian nodded and corrected the village chief's words:
"I heard that the family of three wasn't burned to death in their own house, so how can it be considered a haunted house?"
Besides, how many wars have been fought and how many people have died on Chinese land from the late Qing Dynasty to the founding of the People's Republic of China?
If you think carefully, people may have died in every part of the land they are standing on. Does that mean they can't live there?
Seeing that she didn't want to listen, Zhao Yongfu was speechless and simply turned to ask Grandma Hu.
Unexpectedly, Grandma Hu was even more unwilling to listen than her granddaughter.
"Okay, I'll have a meeting with the village officials to discuss whether the land can be sold and how much it costs. Once the village has decided, I'll have someone send you a message."
