rebirth of cataclysm

"Mom, look what you said... If you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything." Hu Jianjun said awkwardly.

"You said it all, how can you pretend you didn't say it? If I don't help you, it will look like I'm being mean. Come on, help me get the big basin." Zhong Ying said and stood up from the bench.

"What about the big basin?" Hu Jianjun's brain was a bit out of tune and he didn't understand what Zhong Ying meant.

"Yeah, how can you wash without a big basin? Do you wash on the floor?" After saying that, Zhong Ying ignored Hu Jianjun and walked out of the courtyard of Hu Mingchen's house with his hands behind his back.

Hu Jianjun shook his head, grinned awkwardly at Song Chunmei and the others, and quickly followed them.

After walking more than ten or twenty meters, Zhong Yingcai slowed down a little and said, "I'm helping, but the wages have to be calculated accordingly. You all get paid by them, so there's no reason for me, an old woman, to help for nothing."

Zhong Ying didn't say anything just now, but she had to wait until she was far away before adding such a superfluous sentence. She was also worried about being laughed at. In fact, behind her back, she was often laughed at, wasn't it? Otherwise, Long Cui'e and the others would have been laughed at just now.

I wouldn't make a joke like that with her.

"Of course, of course, they charge three yuan for one hundred catties. If you always wash, it costs four yuan and one hundred catties." Hu Jianjun walked aside and nodded.

"That's...ok, but you can't tell them this, otherwise you'll have to increase their prices too."

"I know, I know."

Just like this, one took the initiative and the other took the initiative, and the number of people helping Hu Mingchen's family wash ginger increased by five.

If we continue to collect ginger at the current pace, we should have one or two more people, and there is even a fear that the five of them will not be able to handle it.

However, on the second day, the amount of ginger collected by Hu Jianjun and Jiang Yucai at home not only did not increase, but also decreased slightly.

The couple just felt strange about this phenomenon and didn't know the reason. It wasn't until Hu Mingchen returned home from vacation that they understood the situation.

As soon as Hu Mingchen came back, he called Jiang Yucai and Hu Jianjun to the eaves behind.

"Dad, Mom, did you harvest less ginger today than yesterday?" Once under the eaves at the back, Hu Mingchen asked straight to the point without beating around the bush.

Jiang Yucai and Hu Jianjun looked at each other, and then looked at Hu Mingchen strangely: "How do you know?"

They saw Hu Mingchen enter the house and did not do any checking at all. As soon as they put down their schoolbags, they were called into this narrow environment.

"The reason is very simple. I saw my second wife and my second uncle carrying two bags of ginger to sell on the street."

"Don't mention the two of them. What's so strange about them doing this? Instead of selling it to their own families, they would rather go all the way to take it to the street. It's a shame they're a family." Jiang Yucai complained unhappily.

"Are they full?" Hu Jianjun was equally unhappy.

"Of course they haven't eaten enough. I was surprised at first that they are not that kind of people. Even if they have some grudges with our family, according to their character, they will definitely sell to our family with dignity, and not for the sake of

I was half exhausted and took them to the street. Later, I followed them quietly. It turned out that they were trying to sell the ginger at a better price. Someone on the street offered them 12 cents for the ginger. I asked again, and the two gingers on the street were

The prices of the three ginger sellers are all over 10 cents," Hu Mingchen said.

According to the principles of market economy, price is the largest and most effective lever. Since someone on the street has offered a higher price, the flow of sales will naturally tilt in that direction. Zhu Fei and Hu Youqin would rather carry heavy loads from Wenshan Village to the street to sell, just

We can see the influence and role of price.

Others' bids reached 12 cents, but the price of Hu Mingchen's house was still 9 cents. Even if it was farther away, most people were still willing to sacrifice the closer for the three cents.

The price will go up, and it seems to be related to Hu Mingchen's family.

When the ginger was first dug, his family made a high-profile publicity everywhere, and the price was set at eight or nine cents from the beginning. If others wanted to get the supply, they would have to raise the price, and considering the impact on several villages

Generally speaking, the street is much larger than Hu Mingchen's house. These people cannot adjust the prices too small, otherwise the appeal will not be enough.

Although many people did not make money in the ginger business last year, it does not mean that no one will do it this year. Businessmen are not easily frightened, and some keen businessmen have even smelled that prices will increase this year.

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"Then what should we do?" Jiang Yucai asked worriedly.

"What else can I do? Of course I have to raise the price. I'm not a fool. Of course I have to sell to a high price." Hu Jianjun answered matter-of-factly.

It's just that even if they ask and answer like this, it still depends on Hu Mingchen's decision in the end. This business is still led by Hu Mingchen, and he also contributed the capital.

"The price increase is inevitable, but we can't completely follow them." Hu Mingchen said thoughtfully.

"Can't follow them? How should we go?" Hu Jianjun glanced at Jiang Yucai and asked.

"We use a floating price method. I have seen a few shops on the street, and their charging methods are very rough. The prices are almost the same. There is not much change in the price between good ginger and bad ginger. We must make this point

Tell them the difference." Hu Mingchen had been thinking about this issue on the way home.

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"I know what you want to ask, so let me explain to you. Our family simply divides ginger into three grades based on appearance, size, color, and moisture content. The worst grade is

, the price is still as it is now, 8 cents, or at most 9 cents. As for the mid-range ones, the price can be 11 cents to 12 cents. As for the best ginger, it can be directly charged 14 cents or even 15 cents." I haven't waited yet.

Jiang Yucai and Hu Jianjun asked about their doubts, and Hu Mingchen took the initiative to explain.

"Why are your prices so different? The difference is seven to eight cents. The good ones are as low as 15 cents, which is almost double the difference. With your pricing like this, people don't know whether they should sell it to us or sell it on the street.

"Hu Jianjun was a little confused about what Hu Mingchen's purpose was.

Generally, there are good and bad kinds of ginger, all mixed together. If someone brings it to Hu Mingchen's house, if they only get eighty-nine cents of the price, then they are losing money. Even if they get a dime, one cent, a cent.

There is no profit. As for the best grade, it is almost impossible to reach it. The price of 15 cents is something you can see but not eat.

"I think so. Your price doesn't make sense, and the price has increased so much all of a sudden." Jiang Yucai followed.

"How could it be meaningless? The meaning is that our family only needs good ginger." Hu Mingchen said proudly.

"As long as good ginger? I don't understand why you only need good ginger." Hu Jianjun shook his head.

"Dad, don't think of yourself as a ginger collector now. If you were a ginger seller, what would you do if you encountered prices like ours?" Hu Mingchen looked up at Hu Jianjun with a smile and asked.

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"I am a ginger seller... If I were a ginger seller..." Hu Jianjun muttered to himself while thinking, and Hu Mingchen did not disturb him, waiting for him to think by himself.

Not only Hu Jianjun was thinking about it, but Jiang Yucai was also thinking about herself as a ginger seller.

After a long while, Hu Jianjun suddenly realized: "If I were selling ginger, then after I dug the ginger back, of course I would sort them, pick out the good ones, and just pick out the middle ones and the poor ones.

Mix them together, so the good ones can be sold individually for 15,140 cents, and the rest can be sold for 12 cents, so you can get more money."

"Pa bang bang" Hu Mingchen clapped his hands three times encouragingly: "By the way, this is the effect I want. Good and bad are mixed together. They can't be sold at a high price. We can't sell them at our house either.

Price, in this case, we will only accept the good ginger and not compete with the people on the street, let them sell the good ginger to us, and sell the rest to them."

"Xiaochen, but the price has increased so much all of a sudden. Jiang is good. If he sells it at the same price as others, wouldn't he lose money?" Jiang Yucai said worriedly.

"Mom, that's impossible. You get what you pay for. Since what I spend more money on is good ginger, I will naturally seek a higher price when I sell it. I'll spend an extra five cents here.

Maybe I can sell it for five cents more on the other end." Hu Mingchen obviously had some calculation before he said this.

Although Hu Mingchen was in the agricultural products business for the first time, it did not mean that he was a complete idiot. Before his rebirth, the price difference between good rice and ordinary rice could be one or two times different, so why couldn't Jiang do the same?

In a word, Hu Mingchen wants to switch strategies and take the high-end route. Based on past life experience, high-end things tend to be more profitable than mid- to low-end ones.

"I'm afraid it's not as good as you think." Jiang Yucai didn't dare to be as optimistic as Hu Mingchen.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm confident. Just do as I say. Here, here are four hundred yuan. I earned it during this period. You can use it to buy ginger." Hu Mingchen took out a handful and sorted it out.

The good change is for Jiang Yucai.

Jiang Yucai happily took the money and counted it carefully. Regardless of other things, it is always a good thing for her son to take home four hundred yuan at once.

"Xiaochen, what if those people on the street continue to raise prices?" When the money was in Jiang Yucai's hands, Hu Jianjun didn't care. He was still concerned about the problem just now.

"It's simple, follow me. As long as the ginger is good enough, it's 15 cents, 17 cents, or even 20 cents, 25 cents. In addition, sister-in-law and the others can just add one yuan to wash the ginger. Four yuan will cost a hundred catties, but the increase

Clean it up. Since only the best ginger is the best, then the ginger should also be washed cleanly." Hu Mingchen added another suggestion.

"If you add one yuan, it will be eight or nine yuan more per day."

"The wool comes from the sheep. Believe me, an extra dollar must be worth an extra dollar."