The happy little days of the Ye family

The burlap and cotton have been sold out in Dashan Village. Most of what is left in the car is some rouge and gouache, things for women to dress up, as well as 3 pieces of thick linen and 2 pieces of thick cheesecloth.

The price of these things was high and they were basically unsaleable in ordinary villages. Father Ye had no choice but to drive a donkey cart to Fujia Village.

Fujia Village, Yangjia Village and Youxia Village are the three wealthiest villages in Luohe Town, but Yangjia Village and Youxia Village have their own village vendors.

The villagers must be biased towards helping their own family, so Father Ye did not do much business when he went to these two villages. After going there once, Father Ye never went to these two villages to sell goods again.

Fujia Village is at odds with Yangjia Village and Youxia Village. Salesmen from these two villages rarely go to Fujia Village to sell goods, which gives Ye's father an advantage.

The fine linen, cheesecloth and expensive rouge and gouache that Ye's father brought in every time were basically sold in Fujia Village.

Father Ye stayed in Fujia Village for an entire afternoon and basically sold all the rouge, gouache and fabrics he brought.

After selling the things, Father Ye came to the river leisurely.

A sharp-eyed old man saw Father Ye and said, "Xiaoye, I haven't seen you for a long time. What have you been busy with recently?"

The old fishing men were very happy to see Ye's father. If Ye's father didn't come, no one would buy the fish they caught.

"Isn't it the autumn harvest some time ago? I have been busy for a long time and only recently had time to sell goods." He said with a smile.

"Today's harvest is good. There are a lot of big fish. Why don't you take some back to make dried fish?"

A spirited old man with gray hair came over with a bucket of fish. There were three large fish in the bucket, weighing about five or six pounds.

Father Ye bought ten large grass carps with some old men who were fishing and planned to go back and make dried fish.

Father Ye returned home with the fish, and Mr. Ye and the village chief were collecting charcoal in the drying field.

Father Ye and Mrs. Ye carried the fish to the edge of the backyard pool. Father Ye knocked out ten large grass carps with the back of his knife with deft hands and feet.

The mother and son have made dried fish several times this year and have already mastered the art of killing fish. The mother and son moved quickly and finished processing 10 big fish in less than half an hour.

These 10 big fish were not chopped into pieces. It is the end of the year, so the whole dried fish is perfect for use as New Year gifts.

Having more than you want every year has a decent meaning. Whether you sell it at a large market or keep it for your own home use, it's all great.

The mother and son have finished processing the fish, and Mr. Ye has already collected 300 kilograms of charcoal in the village.

Mr. Ye and the village chief pushed the charcoal back on a cart. Mr. Ye left the village chief to eat. The village chief pushed the cart into the yard, waved his hand and hurried away.

Father Ye plans to take these 300 kilograms of charcoal to the county market to set up a stall.

Ordinary charcoal on the market costs 22 Wen per pound, and the worst price is 18 Wen per pound.

The charcoal that Father Ye brought was not much different from the 18-cent charcoal, but the charcoal that Ye’s father brought was only 16-cent per pound, and all 300 pounds of charcoal was sold out in less than an hour.

Unexpectedly, the charcoal was sold so smoothly. Father Ye walked with the money he got from selling the charcoal.

Father Ye bought 80 kilograms of cotton from Chenjia Cloth Store. He took 6 pieces of thick burlap and 3 pieces of brightly colored fine linen. The cotton was sold out slowly, so he didn't take it.

After leaving Chenjia Buzhuang, Ye's father went to the small restaurant where Ye's father ordered soybean oil.

In a few days, it will be the day to deliver soybean oil. Father Ye will go and ask how much soybean oil is needed first, so that he will not be afraid that he will not bring enough soybean oil.

I went to several small restaurants in a row, and they all said they would never order soybean oil from Father Ye again.

Ye's father stuffed a handful of copper coins into the restaurant's waiter, and then he found out that the nearby oil shop noticed that Ye's father was delivering soybean oil to the restaurant, and took the business away at a lower price than Ye's father.

Father Ye came out of the restaurant with a pulled face. Although he was unwilling to do so, he was helpless.

Everyone can do this business, and the price of other oil shops is lower than his. Father Ye is really at his wits' end.

In addition to small restaurants, several small stalls on the street also ordered soybean oil from Ye's father, but Ye's father felt that he might not be able to keep it.

Ye's father didn't give up and went to one house after another. As expected, he didn't order soybean oil from Ye's father.

Fortunately, Father Ye came to ask in advance, otherwise he would have bought oil from the oil shop and would have sold so much oil until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.

On the way back, Father Ye silently calculated in his mind how much money he could earn in a month.

In addition to delivering soybean oil to restaurants, Father Ye currently has four other ways to make money.

The first one is to set up a stall on the dock. Every time Father Ye comes to the county to purchase goods, he will set up a stall on the dock in the morning, mainly selling braised pork, rice wine brewed by Uncle Li, and some ceramic gadgets.

This is relatively stable. I can earn more than 100 yuan every time I come here, which is about 1 tael a month.

The second one is the mountain products and bacon collected in Dashan Village. This is not available every month. I estimate that I can earn more than 20 taels in Dashan Village this year.

Father Ye and Mr. Ye worked together to collect things in Dashan Village, and each of them had more than ten taels each.

The third thing is to set up a stall in the market. In addition to selling things from the county, Father Ye will cook a pot of braised pork every time. He can earn more than 200 yuan for a big market. I can earn more than one tael of silver in a month.

The fourth is the salesman's income. In addition to going to the county to purchase goods and for large markets, Ye's father would drive his donkey cart to various nearby villages to sell goods.

The donkey cart carried a lot of things, and Father Ye would come to visit again, so the peddler's income was pretty good, basically earning about 800 Wen per month.

All added up to about [-] taels of income a month.

A few months ago, Ye's father was still working as a clerk in a grocery store, earning only 600 taels of silver a month. Unexpectedly, he could now earn 4 taels of silver a month.

Thinking of the soybean oil business that Ye's father didn't want to be robbed, he would be satisfied as long as he could stabilize the other four businesses.

During the big market, as usual, Father Ye brought the whole family to the town to set up a stall.

As soon as he arrived at the market, Mr. Ye, who was sharp-eyed, noticed that there was an additional stall selling groceries.

The stall also sells fabrics and groceries. The items sold are similar to the Ye family's stall, but there are fewer varieties. And they also set up a stove to sell braised pork.

Except that Ye's has two adjacent stalls, and that one only has one stall, everything else is basically the same.

Because there is such an extra stall for fighting, the Ye family's business is much worse than usual.

Old Mrs. Ye asked two aunts who were familiar with her in the village to help her go to the stall to inquire.

The person setting up the stall is from Yangjiacun, and the items on the stall are also purchased in the county. Braised pork is braised pig offal. Although the taste is average, it is cheaper than the braised pork sold by Ye's father.

The braised pork there was sold cheaply, attracting many people, but the stall on Ye's side seemed deserted. At the end of the market, only one-third of the items on the stalls were sold.