A Rural Life in the 70s

"I think I can try the price of two hairs!" Song Xiucheng said his opinion.

Xiaoqiu smiled at the corner of his mouth and nodded. "Is there any interest in the little sister?"

Song Xiucheng suddenly opened his eyes, for a moment, lost his smile: "This... can I do it?"

Other things he probably won't cringe, let him go to the stalls, or go to the school gate... He really has some wars.

"Small cockroaches are so good, how can you not be confident?" Xiaoqiu smiled, with a little squatting, and then went to Song Xiucheng to join together, quietly Mimi said, "In fact, you don't have to go to the stalls yourself, you can Find someone to sell for you, you pay for it according to the amount of sales!"

This is a bit like the concept of wholesale and retail, or agency distribution.

Song Xiucheng looked at Xiaoqiu with some surprise and doubt. Xiaoqiu smiled and nodded to him and expressed his positive opinion. Then, Song Xiucheng lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and quickly raised his head, his eyes regained his firmness and calm. Smiling slightly and nodded: "Then I will try!"

"Try, try! Xiaoyan is so powerful, it can be!" Xiaoqiu smiled and sent her affirmation and encouragement, causing Song Xiucheng to give her a burst of tenderness.

Handing it to Xiaoxiao to do the school market is a way of thinking about Xiaoqiu Lingguang... When Xiaoxiao agreed, she quickly thought of Liao Chen, who is coming to Beijing, and Song Xiuju, who is studying in the provincial capital.

Of course, after further action, I have to wait for Song Xiucheng to 'try it' and see how the results will be decided.

In the evening, Xiaoqiu took out a hundred samples and handed it to Song Xiucheng. Among them, sixty small ones and forty large ones were brought to Song Xiucheng for sale.

She confessed to Song Xiucheng: "Xiao Xiao, how much you give to you, but the retail price must be fixed, can not be messed up. San Mao is San Mao, can not be two-eight, can not be two-nine, or else, the market is very It's easy to mess up."

This reason Song Xiucheng still knows, so there is no objection, and put his own thoughts out: "I personally think that Xiao Zhang's cheap, may buy better, big Zhang's estimate will be too expensive... Let's try it, look How is the response?"

Xiaoqiu is not worried. Sanmao is a bit expensive, but some people are willing to spend this money. Even she can imagine that some students may prefer to eat two less dishes and save money to buy.

With the improvement of the domestic economic situation, the entertainment products such as film and television songs are becoming more and more abundant, and the demand for similar entertainment peripheral products will become more and more vigorous. This is what Xiaoqiu thinks temporarily. She didn’t think of it at this time. From a star photo, she can develop into a leading entertainment culture company in China, covering literature, film, music...

Song Xiucheng’s experiment has not yet begun. The next morning, Xiaoqiu has not eaten yet, and the small stone ran over excitedly.

Looking at his little face and holding a smile, Xiaoqiu already knows the result.

She smiled and greeted the little stone: "I haven't eaten yet? Come, wash your hands, eat first, then have something to say after dinner."

The small stone smiled, reached out and scratched the back of the head, and washed his hands according to the words. He also took the soap and carefully licked it again. This came to the stone table.

Song Xiucheng had sat down to eat, saw him coming over, and immediately patted the small stool around him: "Sit here... Come and eat a meatloaf!"

Xiaoqiu had a tofu brain in front of a small stone and smiled and said: "Don't be restrained, let go of eating, buy a lot of rice, enough for you to eat!"

The small stone mouth contains food, Zhang does not open his mouth, only slyly promised, but his cheeks could not help but red.

Xiaoqiu raised his hand and touched the back of his head. The hair of the small stone was very short, but it was soft and velvety in the palm of his hand, and the heart could not help but soften.

She couldn't help but soften her voice: "Eat!", talking, and a small stone sandwiched with a door patties.

Because Wu Geqin often comes over for breakfast, he will prepare more every day. Xiaoqiu said that breakfast is enough, but the meat cake is basically bought by the head.

Under the care of Song Xiucheng and Xiaoqiu, the small stone ate four meat patties, drank a bowl of tofu brain, and a bowl of soy milk, which put the chopsticks down and screamed.

Xiaoqiu no longer gave him a meal, got up and packed up the dishes. The small stone also quickly got up and rushed to take the dishes to wash.

Has been patiently sent away Song Xiucheng, the small stone is like a thief, watching Song Xiucheng ride on the car, he quickly closed the door, this ran to Xiaoqiu return: "Little Autumn sister, you know I sold last night How much?"

Xiao Qiuzhen took out the book and pen from the house. After listening to this, he slightly smiled and said: "How much is sold, will not be sold out?"

The mouth of the small stone was so big that the thin cheeks were squeezed by this too bright smile, and the corner of the mouth seemed to hang on the roots of the ears.

He slammed his head hard and ecstasy made him almost speechless, only um, he expressed his meaning. After a while, he finally made a sound: "...I went to the night for a while. When I went to the cinema door, the movie had already started. I was still scared. I wouldn’t sell it. I didn’t expect it. Those people are just like crazy, hooping around and robbing our photos in a moment."

Joy and sorrow are all contagious, Xiaoqiu is infected by the joy of small stones, and can't help but laugh: "Well, great, I know you can do small stones."

Rarely praised by people so unreservedly, the small stone instantly blushes, embarrassed to bow his head, scratching his head and laughing.

Xiaoqiu raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. He smiled and said: "Oh, your mission is very complete. With your score, we can print it out."

The small stones nodded their heads and found a piece of money from their pockets and handed them to Xiaoqiu.

This thick money is a lot of hairpins, and many of them are worn out, but they are all bundled neatly without exception. The small stones are from the pockets. I picked up a small handkerchief and wrapped it. When I heard the movement, Xiaoqiu knew it was a coin.

These are the goods that the child kept at the entrance of the cinema for several hours.

This pile of money, but twenty or thirty dollars, Xiaoqiu did not show a slight contempt. She solemnly counted the side with the small stone, and then took out five of them to the small stone.

"Ah? I don't want it, I can't!" The little stone seemed to be scared, and he repeatedly turned his hand back.