Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Just as Xue Ming broke off a piece of rice crust and threw it into his mouth, he was shocked by a familiar breath. Before he had time to chew the rice crust, he turned his head and looked at the people around him, almost choked.

"Look at it, I'm going to run a business to make money." Song Ping'an blushed, although his tone was outrageous, his aura couldn't reach that point.

Xue Ming pressed his lips against a smile and handed him the other half of the crispy rice: "I understand!"

"I don't want to eat!" Song Ping'an turned his face away, and said to the old man Niu, "It's getting late."

The old man Niu had pulled them several times, and with Xue Ming being generous, he knew what Xue Ming meant for him.

On the way, the old man Niu chatted with them for a while, saying that Mrs. Xue had a tongue-in-cheek fight with the men yesterday, and thought that brother Song Wen's matter was going to be dirty, but he agreed to it.He also said that Brother Song Wen was willing to marry his brother to a cripple.

All this was within Xue Ming's expectation. He glanced at Song Ping'an and found that he was not interested at all, so he stopped talking.

When Song Pingan arrived in the town, he went to see the restaurant, and Xue Ming told him some future plans, such as spicy crayfish, opening a hot pot restaurant, and so on.

Song Pingan seemed to understand, occasionally nodded.

Zhang Shuwen made preparations at home early in the morning, and was waiting for Xue Ming to come. Le Diandian ran up and down, acquaintances were easy to handle, so Zhang Laogeng's boat was hired.

This time Xue Ming went all the way to Fucheng, Song Ping'an took the initiative to carry the burden when he disembarked, and Xue Ming followed behind him like a little daughter-in-law.

After getting off the boat, just as Xue Ming took out his money, Song Pingan snatched it away, saying, "Save some money."

Xue Ming also ignored the smiles of the people around him, and said with a smile, "Listen to you."

I asked for two ordinary rooms in the inn, one for him and Xue Ming, one for Zhang Shuwen and Zhang Laogeng, and it was regarded as staying.

It was a quiet night. Xue Ming slept late, and when he woke up, Song Ping'an had already prepared all the washing things.

When it was time to eat, Song Pingan carefully took out the chili and pushed it to him, making Zhang Shuwen envious, so he also asked Xue Ming to taste it for him.

The summer chili can't last long, so Xue Ming generously let him taste it. The hot Zhang Shuwen burst into tears, and drank a few bowls of tea suddenly.

Song Pingan also dipped some, and ate calmly to appetize.

Xue Ming didn't lead them to the pier until they were full.

When he got off the boat, Xue Ming noticed that there were many big boats parked by the seaside of this prefecture, and there were also some foreign businessmen exchanging things.

For the people here, they murmured and didn't know what they were talking about, making communication very difficult, but for Xue Ming it was a huge business opportunity.

He communicated with foreign businessmen fluently, frightening the few people behind him.

After the exchange, Xue Ming shook hands with them, and explained to the stunned people behind him, "They are from abroad and want to buy some tea."

Zhang Shuwen nodded quickly, and said, "The tea in this city is all high-quality goods, which are surprisingly expensive! But the tea in a small place like ours is very cheap."

Fucheng tea is purchased from the tea gardens in the countryside, stocked at a price of two or three renminbi a catty, packaged and sold to become a high-quality tea in an instant, and a few taels are sold for several taels of silver.

The time of picking tea is seasonal. Spring tea is picked in March and April, which is the best time to pick tea. However, when picking tea in summer and autumn, most of the tea leaves are rough and old, and the taste is not good. The growth rate is slow, and the aroma is concentrated and mellow.

Xue Ming had to manage tea business everywhere. Generally, famous tea gardens would disdain to partner with a small businessman like him, and the asking price was higher than that of the rich businessman here, so the profit he could get was very small.

The foreign businessmen couldn't understand what they were talking about, and seeing Xue Ming's face was a bit serious, they asked, "We can raise the price a bit."

Xue Ming couldn't make an offer for the time being, and said, "I need two days to prepare."

Foreign businessmen repeatedly nodded and agreed.

Xue Ming decided to take this business, so he turned to Zhang Shuwen and said, "Go and inquire about the price of the tea here, and ask if there are any tea farmers around. We can go to the countryside to buy."

When Mr. Zhang saw that he had a job to do, he quickly recommended himself: "Boss, I know that I have bought fish here before, and I have met a couple of people. I will also ask if there is any tea shop. Look..."

What Xue Ming lacks now is his contacts, he said: "Go and inquire, and ask about the price by the way."

Seeing that they all had work to do, Song Pingan also glanced at him and asked, "Is there any work I can do for you."

"It's really a big job." He smiled, "You accompany me to discuss business."

Song Ping'an didn't quite believe what he said, fearing that he was fooling himself, "Ugly words are up front, I'm here to work."

"I know, I'm the boss now, should you listen to me?" Xue Ming knew that he would think too much, and explained, "They not only need tea but also some porcelain, and I plan to buy some porcelain."

Although Song Ping'an had never done business, he knew that he needed a lot of money, so he couldn't help worrying about him: "Do you have the money to buy it?"

"No money." Xue Ming said truthfully, "There is always a way to get money, so don't worry, so now you should accompany me for a walk?"

The two went directly to nearby shops to inquire about the prices of pottery and porcelain.The price of pottery here is relatively low, and most people use pottery bowls, and better families can buy some porcelain bowls.

But foreign businessmen are interested in porcelain, Xue Ming can only go to private kilns to buy goods, and porcelain is also divided into grades, which is scary. The money that Xue Ming can take out is far from enough, and the price of the porcelain bowls he bought will be much higher than others.

He just inquired a few words with the person in charge of the folk kiln, and the person in charge replied with his nostrils upturned: "The price of bowls starts at fifteen yuan a piece, how much do you want?"

It was obvious that he was cheating, and Xue Ming didn't want to explain it in detail. After asking the price, he took Song Ping'an and prepared to leave.

The person in charge was completely contemptuous of people, and said arrogantly: "If you don't have money, you still buy goods like others, are you crazy about money?"

Song Ping'an was so angry that he almost raised his fist to fight him. Xue Ming took his arm comfortingly and said, "It's not worth his extra words. There will always be times when he will pay for what he says."

Only then did Song Pingan withdraw his fist, he believed from the bottom of his heart that Xue Ming had this ability.

After a busy day with the group, Zhang Shuwen picked up his teacup and took a sip as soon as he returned to the inn, and said, "I have found out that the tea here is so dark that it is sold to dignitaries, not ordinary people can afford it." Yes, a small bag is very expensive, I asked about it, and the tea we usually make by ourselves costs more than a dozen pennies, not to mention the Tieguanyin Dahongpao, which is sold for silver."

Sure enough, it was exactly as he had guessed, the tea was multiplied several times, and although the amount sold was small, the price was expensive.

For the needs of foreign businessmen, Xue Ming will naturally give him different grades, selling both good and bad.

Mr. Zhang also walked in from the outside, sweating profusely, and said, "Boss, let me inquire. There is a village nearby, and they also grow and fry tea. Well, I don’t feel much after drinking it.”

At present, Xue Ming can only go to the countryside to purchase. Fortunately, he also loves tea and has a little research on tea. He can still distinguish good tea from bad tea, but the project is huge.

"What's the price?" he asked.

Mr. Zhang further said: "Of course they are lower than those in the tea garden, but they are timid and afraid of being retaliated. You also know that this is destroying the market price. When the time comes..."

If people are poor and afraid, why would they care about the asking price? They just want to raise the price. How could Xue Ming not understand and skip this level directly: "How much are they asking?"

"I told them that I'm just running around. The boss is you, so I can't decide the price." Zhang Laogeng is old after all, and he doesn't have the same idea as Zhang Shuwen in doing things, "The boss still has to negotiate the price in person. , I asked about the place, and if I go there by boat, it will take two hours to go back and forth."

Two hours is too late, tea tasting is not just a matter of drinking.

Song Pingan on the side could see his embarrassment, and said, "I still know how to drink tea, and I can also stir-fry tea myself. I'll go with you tomorrow."

At home, Xue Ming drank the tea he made himself, and it tasted fragrant, otherwise he would not have had the idea of ​​selling tea.

With his help, Xue Ming is like a tiger with wings added.

Zhang Shuwen on the side also hesitated, and asked: "Boss, I can't tell the flavor of tea, but I can still tell the difference between good tea and bad tea. If you don't dislike it, I can help you a little." .”

Xue Ming is a person who pursues perfection. If some teas are of good quality, he will naturally consider long-term cooperation. If the quality of tea is not good, he will naturally not do business.

He nodded: "Okay, then you are ready to prepare tomorrow, and I will give you a commission then."

As soon as he heard that there was money to be made, Zhang Shuwen happily took his own little abacus aside to settle the accounts, and said flatteringly: "Boss, do you plan to work for a long time? When you earn this money, you Do you want to open a store in Fucheng?"

Xue Ming didn't intend to tell him his plan, and said to Song Ping'an, "Tomorrow we can discuss the deposit."

Song Pingan only knew that he said he was rich, but he didn't know how much he had, so he asked, "Are you sure this time?"

Xue Ming made a sign of the cross to him, and said, "With you here, what business can't I do?"