Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Wan Feng walked out of the house with one in his arms and the other in his arms, and walked 30 meters down to You Shuili's house.

He returned home and stayed at home for about ten minutes. When he came out again, there were fewer cars in front of You Shuili's house. The key point was that the truck that unloaded beer had already finished unloading beer and had already parked at the side of the road below. with.

Once the big truck left, it was much easier for You Shuili to live in front of his house.

The 25th day of the twelfth lunar month was the time when the most people bought firecrackers. Wan Feng regretted going out to buy firecrackers today when he reached the door of You Shuiping's house.

You can buy it anytime you are so close, why bother to join in the fun today.

But now it's impossible to turn back. There are two little guys here, and they said to bring them to buy firecrackers, so they went back without even entering the door?

You don't have to buy the bulky ones, but you have to buy some fireworks for your daughter.

There are two outlets in You Shuiping’s house, one is selling beer, and there is a roomful of beer unloaded in the house, estimated to be more than 500 boxes, which are unloaded just now. You Shuiping is calculating the beer price with the brewery.

An employee was loading beer on a carriage at the door, probably from the small shop below to pull the beer.

In Jiangwei's generation, there are not many people who still use horse-drawn carts to pull beer, so it is probably not from the Jiangwei Industrial Zone.

"Brother You, do you have any good beer?" Wan Feng stretched his neck and asked.

"Just white dry beer, nothing else."

Small packages of beer in 2002 are still very rare, and the most common ones are large plastic boxes, with 24 bottles in a box.

The main product of Hongya Brewery is Ocean Wave 12.5% ​​beer, and the other is 11% white dry beer.

The hotel is almost full of these things.

"Leave eighteen boxes for me."

Wan Feng and his old man did not drink these beers. They could not drink so much beer during Chinese New Year.

Doesn't this mean there are still two husbands-in-law? Wan Feng takes care of the wine and meat every year.

Eighteen cases of beer and six cases for a family are basically enough for the Chinese New Year.

Under Wan Feng's repeated orders, except for the neighbors in Xiaoshutun Bentun, almost no outsiders visit his house during the Chinese New Year.

He was the one who hid out a few years ago, but now that no one comes, there is no need to hide.

No one comes to six cases of beer, he and I can drink as much as we want.

After ordering the beer, Wan Feng took the son and princess of the Wan family into the store selling firecrackers.

There are too many people in this store, almost to the point of crowding each other.

On both sides of the room, there are fireworks samples that are stacked higher than people, and the innermost part is the counter, where there are samples of firecrackers and fireworks for children to play with.

This is only a place to sell small portions, and the large portions are sold in the warehouse of the fish pond, where Yingwu and Xu Meilin sit in charge.

"Brother Xiao Wan is here? Oh! This even brought out the little princess." Yingrong greeted Wan Feng enthusiastically.

Wan Chongyang and Wan Yu are no strangers to Yingrong, they live under his house, and Wan Chongyang passes in front of her house every day to go to school.

Xiao Wanyu and Wanfeng often saw You Shuiping and his wife when he brought him out to play.

"Buy some fireworks for my son and daughter first."

Wan Feng put Wan Yu on the ground: "Daughter, tell Dad about that."

The counter is full of all kinds of fireworks, there are probably dozens of varieties.

The son and daughter lay on the counter glass to watch the fireworks in the counter.

Wan Feng chatted a few words with Yingrong.

This year, her family's store became Hongya's most ordered fireworks sales unit, and she ordered 1.2 million goods.

"Wouldn't the company give you some discounts for ordering so many miscellaneous goods? If you don't give them, you won't be buying from them next year."

"There are discounts, but not many, only a discount of more than 5,000 yuan."

"You didn't want it?"

A discount of 5,000 yuan for a purchase of 1.2 million yuan?

Isn't this a prankster!

Strictly speaking, the profit margin of fireworks is really not too high. The profit of fireworks can be higher, while the profit of firecrackers is lower.

Combined, there is about a ten percent profit.

This thing depends entirely on volume, if you can't get out of volume, there is nothing to do.

The wholesale profit is still low for 1.2 million goods, 78% or so?

This is also a profit of more than 100,000 yuan, so you gave away 5,000 yuan?

How did the soil miscellaneous company have the nerve to let it go?

If it were Wan Feng, if you don't let me get 30,000 to 20,000, I'll go to other people's houses to order.

Hongya's family is not qualified to wholesale firecrackers.

"Your brother-in-law is in vain. He took as much as he was given. He didn't tell me when he came back. He only told me about it two days ago, which made me very angry."

"Then next year, if you go to place an order, it will be over."

"Of course I will order it next year. I hope your brother-in-law will have a wife and a child."

You Shuiping really can't count on him to be honest.

"Daughter! Which one do you and your brother like?" When Yingrong went to greet the guests, Wan Feng asked his son and daughter who had been studying fireworks for a long time.

Xiao Wanyu was dazzled by the sight, and finally stretched out his finger to swipe: "Everything."

"Agreed!" Wan Chongyang echoed.

They are all good, so you don't have to pick them.

"Miss Ying! One box for the same."

I go! Someone was dumbfounded when Yingrong took out a box of fireworks from the counter and put them on the counter.

There are a lot of them, and even a big cardboard box can't fit them in. Wan Feng has no confidence in getting this box home.

"I'll let Xiaoliang send it back to you later." Yingrong suggested.

Since someone gave it to them, Wan Feng simply bought the big fireworks as well.

After viewing the samples of fireworks, Wan Feng bought 30,000 yuan worth of fireworks.

His family's father, Luan Feng and his son are all masters who like to set off fireworks, so how can we do without them.

Yingrong didn't accept the money when he handed over the money, saying that he wanted to look at the ledger and give Wanfeng a cost price.

That would save a few bucks, but Yingrong insisted repeatedly that Wanfeng didn't pay, and waited for the goods to arrive before paying.

Children are just impatient, Wan Chongyang is almost ten years old this year and is more sensible, Wan Yu is not good enough, and follows her father like a flat-headed brother who only hits the target.

She followed Wan Feng wherever he went, and kept asking when the fireworks would come.

Wan Feng got annoyed by being entangled, so he tied her to her little bed with a rope so as not to follow him around.

Wan Yu didn't cry, just sat on the small bed and looked pitifully at Lao Tzu and Da Ma.

None of the three adults paid any attention to her, but it was her elder brother who came over and untied the rope for her.

It can be seen that she is wise to firmly support her brother's decision on weekdays.

In the past, during the Chinese New Year, a lot of firewood had to be chopped, so there was no need to work and play during the New Year.

Now many families in Jiangwei basically don’t use firewood.

Xiaoshutun uses collective heating, and gas tanks are used for cooking. Even if they use large pots, they do not burn firewood but coal.

But Wanfeng's family still kept the habit of burning firewood, and he didn't like to eat dishes made with gas tanks, which were tasteless.

He likes to eat big pot dishes, which are delicious, so his family keeps the habit of burning firewood.

A certain person was wearing a autumn coat and was chopping firewood in the southeast corner of the yard. A cart of firewood bought from Beishan years ago was piled up here. He hired someone to saw it into wooden wheels with a chainsaw, and stacked them neatly in this corner.

The wooden reel is still too thick for the fire, so if you want to burn a big pot, you have to split it into pieces.

Wan Feng was doing this job right now, and after more than half an hour of crackling, his head began to steam.

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