Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

"We don't buy the recipe."

Lin's gentle voice was like a gust of wind, instantly extinguishing the hopes that had been ignited by Manager Sun.

Without waiting for Manager Sun to respond, she continued, "Rather than just buying and selling prescriptions, perhaps we can form a long-term partnership."

Lin elaborated on the idea that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Compared with the sales model of setting up a stall across from the street, she prefers a point-to-point supply model, supplying side dishes to restaurants and diners herself. This not only saves manpower, but also ensures high sales and is convenient for launching new products later.

The reason why we chose to set up a stall first was naturally to build up our reputation so that we would have enough confidence to sit here and discuss cooperation.

Lin's novel idea left Manager Sun stunned for a long time.

"If we cooperate, what is the price, Madam?"

Lin pushed the bamboo tube on the table forward and said, "The seaweed in the tube weighs half a catty. If I sell it at the stall, it will cost ten cents. Manager Sun, please buy from me and I will charge you fifteen cents per catty."

Manager Sun frowned secretly. The price of ten coins for half a catty was too little profit. He hesitated and said, "We already have stalls in the West Market. With such a low price, I'm afraid our restaurant won't be able to sell much."

"Since we are cooperating, I will no longer set up a stall after supplying the restaurant."

"Very good, very good."

Manager Sun no longer had any worries and immediately agreed to cooperate with Lin. He also ordered 20 kilograms of seaweed to be delivered early the next morning.

Twenty jin of seaweed cost three hundred wen, and Manager Sun paid a deposit of one hundred and fifty wen on the spot.

The crowd watching at the door had already dispersed, and by the time Lin returned to the stall, all the seaweed he brought had been sold out.

Cui Jingwen gave the copper coins he earned to Lin and looked behind her: "Where is my sister?"

"She's gone to the grocer's to buy some salt and sugar. She'll be back soon."

Miao had just witnessed the scene of looting, and in the blink of an eye her palms were filled with copper coins. It would be a lie to say she was not envious.

But she had eaten the side dishes made by Lin. Not counting the ingredients, the salt and sugar alone probably accounted for half of the cost of ten cents.

The estimated profit from a bamboo tube of small dishes is only one or two cents.

Miao calculated the cost and suddenly she was no longer envious. The side dishes were cut so finely that she couldn't make much in an afternoon.

It seems like you are making money, but in reality it is just hard-earned money.

Of course, the cost calculated by others is not the same as the actual cost.

Seaweed is very cheap, and Cui Zhaozhao bought salt and sugar just for show. The seasonings used in the side dishes were basically bought from the mall, and the actual cost per pound was only two cents.

The rest is labor cost.

After Cui Zhaozhao came back, Cui Chengliang carried the apples on his back, while Miao and Cui Jingliang carried the bamboo baskets and together they put the apples on the ox cart.

Before leaving, Lin told Miao the location of Xiahe Village and said that she would no longer set up a stall in Xishi from tomorrow. If Miao wanted to buy some side dishes, she could come to Xiahe Village to find her.

At the same time, as a friend, Lin gave the partner's price.

Miao did some calculations and found that there were still several hundred kilograms of apples in the cellar at home. She estimated that they would not be able to sell them all before the New Year by setting up a stall. If they were replaced with side dishes, judging by the looting scene today, all the apples could be processed in a few days, and the money would be enough to store food for the winter.

Miao agreed immediately.

After Lin returned to the village, he went directly to the headman's house.

"You want to buy that land?"

The village head stood up from his chair and couldn't control his voice for a moment.

"Yes." Lin said gently, "Including the few acres of vacant land at the back, please calculate how much silver it will cost in total."

Lin's tone was calm, as if what he was buying was not land, but cabbage.

The village head couldn't help but click his tongue.