A delicate and gentle educated youth came to the village, and the aloof and cold soldier king droppe

This is not a difficult problem to solve.

Lu Hongliang can sell one or two hundred catties of pork a day, earning between eight cents and twelve cents per catty, though the amount varies.

Even if you take it all, Lü Hongliang is lucky if he can earn a dozen yuan a day.

He bought these 600 jin of pig offal for 36 yuan each, and today he spent 28 yuan on an iron pot and basin.

However, pots and pans are one-time investments, and you don't need to buy them every day.

Excluding kitchenware, I made a net profit of 164 yuan today.

He planned to give each of his three brothers five yuan a day, which would amount to one hundred and fifty yuan a month.

He planned to give each of his two sisters-in-law and his mother fifty yuan a month.

After all, workers in those days earned only twenty-odd yuan a month.

They only need to work three hours a day, and they can earn the equivalent of two workers' wages in a month, which is quite a lot.

This was all agreed upon in advance.

The three brothers not only had to help with processing pig offal at home, but also had to help sell goods outside.

That's a whopping 150 yuan a month.

The three brothers were naturally very happy to agree.

If it weren't for Lü Hongliang's business, how could they earn 150 yuan a month?

One hundred and fifty a month? I never even dared to dream of such a thing. No one would believe it if I told them.

In today's environment, being able to support a family and eat meat every few days is something that others envy.

Aside from these, Lü Hongliang made a net profit of over 140 yuan a day.

That's 140 yuan a day!

He earns in a day what other workers earn in half a year; Lu Hongliang's smile is practically reaching his ears.

Lu Hongliang felt incredibly lucky to have met Su Niannian.

Lu Hongliang handed over the three hundred yuan he had prepared to Su Niannian, who counted it out on the spot.

"Sister, I think we could increase the daily sales volume a bit more." Lü Hongliang felt that 500 jin wasn't enough to sell.

There's a feeling that demand exceeds supply.

“Brother Lü, it’s not that I don’t want to make money, but there’s too much offal in this braised pig. It’s also a problem for you to source it. The output of pig offal from pig farms probably isn’t very high either.”

"Moreover, given the wage level of workers in the county, they probably wouldn't be willing to buy braised pork offal for one yuan per kilogram every day."

"While making money is good, we also need to consider the current environment. If we take too big a step, it can easily lead to problems. What do you think?"

Su Niannian didn't not want to make money, but she was afraid of market saturation, and at one yuan per kilogram, not everyone could afford it.

After hearing Su Niannian's words, Lü Hongliang's eyes darted around, and it really was true.

A pig can only yield about 30 to 40 kilograms of offal. The pig farms in the county town are actually quite large. They even supply pork to the city.

However, according to Lü Hongliang's understanding, they can only slaughter a dozen or twenty pigs a day.

Even if he wanted to buy more pig offal, the pig farm probably wouldn't have that much to sell.

Moreover, while braised pork offal is delicious, not many families would be willing to spend a dollar per pound to buy it every day.

It's okay to buy it occasionally to satisfy a craving.

If the market really expands too much, it will indeed become saturated very quickly.

That's not as good as the little girl's idea of ​​a slow and steady relationship.

"You're so smart, all I was thinking about was making more money." Lu Hongliang scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Su Niannian smiled and handed the basket to Lü Hongliang.

As soon as Lü Hongliang got his hands on it, he felt its weight.

He thought to himself, "This little girl looks so thin and weak, but she's actually quite strong. That basket must weigh forty or fifty pounds."

"There are thirty bottles of sauce and thirty packets of seasoning here, which is a three-day supply."

"I'll deliver the seasonings and sauces every three days from now on." That was Su Niannian's original plan. If the cooperation goes smoothly in the future, Su Niannian plans to deliver the seasonings every five days or once a week.

“Okay, then I’ll settle the bill for you in three days.” Lu Hongliang naturally had no reason to object.

Su Niannian's cooperation with me truly shows her complete trust in me.

Moreover, this business is done with passion and a sense of purpose.

Every day, the money coming in is a real windfall.

If he continued doing this, he felt that his family's good days were not far away.

"By the way, sister, I've already contacted people to buy the grains and vegetables you mentioned."

“If the quality is really good, he said he could add some money, even above the market price, as long as there’s a real quantity available,” Lü Hongliang said to Su Niannian as he handed the seasonings to the pork stall worker and rubbed his hands together.

"Yes, there is still enough. We can go and check on the grains and vegetables now."

"That's great, I'll call Lao Qian over right away."

A short while later, Lü Hongliang brought out a middle-aged man from a secluded alley in the black market.

The middle-aged man appeared somewhat overweight, with a large belly and thinning hair, but his smile was rather endearing.

Old Qian was a seasoned veteran in the black market, with connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, which naturally allowed him to expand his business.

He had many underlings working for him, and he was quite generous; they were also old acquaintances of Lü Hongliang.

Lü Hongliang introduced Su Niannian to him, which can be described as a win-win situation for both parties.

Old Qian could afford the price, and Su Niannian provided a large quantity of goods to help Old Qian gain a larger market share.

With Lao Qian's connections, he's not as constrained as ordinary people, and he's sure to be able to expand his business even further.

"The girl is so young." Old Qian had heard from Lü Hongliang that the person selling grain and vegetables was a young girl, but he didn't expect her to be so young.

She looks no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

At this point, Lao Qian hesitated a bit. Could such a young girl really have as much stock as she claimed?

“Just call him Lao Qian, like I do.” Lu Hongliang glared at Lao Qian.

"Wouldn't that be impolite?"

Su Niannian has a nice voice, but Lao Qian doesn't care about politeness.

In their line of work, as long as they can make money, they don't care about titles or anything like that.

"Just call me Lao Qian."

"Okay, then we can go check out the goods now." Su Niannian didn't dwell on it too much; it was just a form of address.

Moreover, Su Niannian herself felt that calling him Uncle Qian made their relationship seem too close.

Although Lao Qian felt that Su Niannian was a bit young, he still prepared a truck in advance because of Lü Hongliang's introduction.

The fact that Lao Qian could acquire a truck in a place like a county town shows that he is a powerful black market dealer.

Following Su Niannian's directions, a truck stopped outside the house she rented.