Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Wan Feng was also wondering, since he started his business, whether it was selling popsicles, selling fish or even selling melons, everything went smoothly, but why did it fail when it came to selling clothes?

Can I only sell imported goods? Could it be that there is a foodie gene in his bones?

Don't you feel hungry?

After much deliberation, Wan Feng had a question in his mind: Is it because he is a child?

Although he is almost 1.5 meters tall now, he is obviously still a teenager on the outside.

It's true that a teenager selling clothes is a bit unreasonable in the eyes of adults. It may have unexpected results if Mrs. Xia comes over to try it.

Wan Feng retreated to the sidewalk.

"Sister-in-law, come up and try."

Xinli was a little flustered: "Ah, can I do it?"

"You can just ask like I did just now. Don't lose your face. You can't lose face when doing business. I think your selling effect must be better than mine."

As the saying goes, changing hands is like changing knives, and it may be better to change hands with an adult.

Wan Feng took out another red child's dress from his backpack, and handed it to Xin Li together with the pants in his hand.

With a pair of trousers on her left arm and a piece of children's clothes in her right hand, Xin Li stood by the side of the road in a state of disarray.

This is the first time she has stood on the street selling things in public for more than 30 years, and she always feels that the eyes of people on the street are like needles on her body, which is extremely uncomfortable.

She looked back at Wan Feng as if asking for help.

"Take a deep breath and relax. Don't look at a lot of people looking at you. In fact, no one knows you afterwards. It's just like you go to the store to buy things. It's just a change of role. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. It will work."

Wan Feng encouraged Xin Li.

Xin Li took a deep breath, and sure enough, her heartbeat slowed down a bit.

Just when she was about to muster up the courage to ask a woman passing by, a woman not far away let out a cry of surprise.

"Hey, big sister, where did you buy your child's clothes? This style is really pretty."

This is a woman who looks slightly younger than Xinli,

An empty cloth bag hung in the crook of his arm.

To Xinli, this voice is like the Sanskrit voice of heaven, saving lives in distress.

She immediately sorted out her mood and organized her words.

"Sister, this dress is not sold in the market. I designed and processed it myself. It costs two yuan a piece. Take a look."

The woman was surprised when she heard this: "You designed and processed it yourself?"

"It's like this. I work in a textile printing and dyeing factory. I got sick and retired. I can't live without work at home. I was forced to make some clothes and sell them to make a living. Take a look, girl, the quality is guaranteed."

Wan Feng was stunned behind Xin Li, he was a genius, he was born to be a businessman.

There is a market for selling feelings, sympathy, and sympathy, no matter what year or generation, and it is also very practical.

People always have kindness and sympathy in their subconscious, especially in the 1980s, this kind of psychology was quite common, and Bo sympathy is to use people's this kind of psychology.

When Xin Li said this, the woman came to Xin Li and stretched out her hands to fiddle with the child's clothes, gesturing to see the workmanship.

"It's not school anymore, I want to buy a new dress for my daughter, but the styles in the store are always the same, and it's expensive."

"It's right to buy clothes for the children. We adults should work hard, but we can't make the children feel inferior when they go to school." Xin Li echoed, like two housewives being shortchanged by their parents.

"The style of your clothes is very suitable for me. My daughter is in the second grade. Now she is nine years old. I don't know if it is too big? I feel like it is a little big."

"My clothes can be worn from seven to eight years old to twelve or thirteen years old. Bigger ones are better. It will be cold immediately. Older ones are warmer and can be worn for two more years. If you have smaller ones at home, you can continue to wear them." Yes, I have other styles and colors in this bag, do you want to have a look?"

"Any other colors?"

Xinli opened the backpack and took out some children's clothing.

The woman was a little dazzled.

"Wow! There are embroidered patterns on this dress, this one is good, this one is good, they are all good-looking, they are all good-looking! I really want to buy them all, alas! I want this chest embroidered, what kind of dog is it embroidered?"

Wan Feng stretched his head and saw that the pattern embroidered on the chest of the children's clothes was a husky with its head tilted, with a fierce look on its face.

"Sister, this dog is a bit fierce, why don't you replace this panda? The panda is so cute."

"If you want it, you want it. Be fierce, be fierce! Save yourself from being bullied by other people's children."

A husky in a suit won't be bullied by others?

If a woman knows that huskies are only scary on the outside, she is shit, she doesn't know what she feels in her heart.

The woman took out two yuan and handed it to Xin Li, carefully folded the clothes and put them in a cloth bag that she carried with her, and left happily.

Xinli was a little dazed holding the two yuan, so she sold it?

"Brother, I sold one."

Anyway, it's open.

"Sister-in-law, just follow this way, this is how business is done, and you will sell better if you buy and sell more feelings in exchange for sympathy."

"Selling feelings?"

"Just make yourself miserable, the more miserable the better, the more sympathy you will get, and the customers will pay to comfort your wounded heart."

Xinli smiled silently, this little brother's head is really different from others.

The success of this transaction gave Xinli great confidence, and Xinli obviously became more confident.

"Does the elder sister buy pants and children's clothes? It costs two yuan a piece, which is definitely cheap."

"Brother, do you want to buy pants? It costs two yuan a pair, and you are guaranteed to wear them properly."

"Actually, I can't do anything about it. I'm sick. My man's leg is broken and he's lying on the kang at home. There are two children below and two old ones above."

Xin Li is indeed a genius in business, and she grafted He Yanhua's experience onto herself without any sense of disobedience.

Although the business was not as busy as the market, one or one piece was sold every now and then. By ten o'clock, Xinli had sold four pairs of trousers and four pieces of children's clothes.

This result is already quite gorgeous.

"Sister-in-law, it's time for us to move to another place, we can't stay in one place all the time."

"Where are you going?"

"Are there any larger factories with more female workers nearby?"

Xinli thought for a while: "Except for the fact that our textile printing and dyeing factory has more female workers, it is probably the winery that has more female workers."

Are there many female workers in the winery? What is this phenomenon?

The Red Cliff Winery is still very famous in this area, and the Chen Xiang they produce is quite well-known within a radius of three hundred miles.

"Why are there so many female workers in wineries?"

"If there are many male workers, the wine they drink for a year will be an old nose."

This explanation is a bit nonsensical, but it is also reasonable.

"Then go to the winery."

The winery is still in the northwest of the No. 2 Department Store, on the side of the road from Nandapo to Miaoling, there is a mottled gate with the signboard of Hongya County Winery on the gate.

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