Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

He Yanxia carefully watched Wan Feng fiddle with one by one, and wrote it down in a small notebook.

This requires a process of adaptation and learning.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with Wan Feng handing over to the engineering team, so he stayed at Zhang Xuan's house.

Now the temperature here does not need a refrigerator to freeze, if it is summer, you need to buy a refrigerator.

After the chicken was marinated, Wan Feng raised a charcoal fire in the roasting tank and waited for the temperature of the roasting tank to rise, then hung the chicken drenched in crispy skin water on the grill with an iron hook.

An hour later, when the lid of the oven was opened, a scent burst out of the oven.

Because of the ventilation, the charcoal fire in the oven becomes larger, and after another half an hour and forty minutes of roasting, the golden-yellow roast chicken will come out of the oven.

Wan Feng took out the chicken and cut a piece with a knife to let He Yanxia taste it first, and then cut a piece himself,

"It's delicious! I didn't expect chickens to be able to do this, hey! Xiao Wan, where did you learn it?"

"My grandma's house has everything from cooking and eating to the market at Wahou Daji. I learned it when I had nothing to do, but I didn't learn it very well, so I just made do." Who said the mother-in-law couldn't be fooled?

Wan Feng didn't even blink his eyes when he lied.

"That's good, but how do you sell this stuff?"

This is related to cost accounting.

The cost of a chicken of three or four catties is about two yuan, and with the addition of messy seasoning and labor, the cost of three yuan is enough to bake it out of the oven.

"No matter what, it costs six or seven yuan a piece."

"Six or seven yuan each? Can this be sold? Not likely."

Isn’t this a joke, a farm worker earns more than 40 yuan a month, and you let him spend 6 or 7 yuan to buy a roast chicken? This is simply impossible.

This is also a problem, except for those cadres or people who get rich first who will buy the whole one, ordinary people really can't afford it.

But cadres and those who got rich first are in the minority after all, so it doesn't make much sense to sell three or two in a week.

"Aunt! If we cut it in half, what do you think of selling half for three yuan?"

Selling like this should be about the same. Although the price of three yuan is not low, it should be affordable for ordinary people. Buy the head office once a month.

He Yanxia rolled her eyes for a long time and shook her head: "It's still expensive."

"Then if you separate the roast chicken, the chicken wings sell for the price of chicken wings, the chicken legs sell for the price of chicken legs, and the chicken necks sell for the price of chicken necks, how about selling the chicken racks separately?"

He Yanxia blinked her eyes for a long time: "This seems to work."

Wan Feng did some calculations, he bought a pair of chicken wings for 1 yuan, chicken legs for 1.5 yuan each, chicken necks for 1 yuan, and chicken bodies for 4 yuan for 1 yuan each.

Then buy a half for four yuan and a whole chicken for six yuan.

After the price is set, it has to go through the market test. Without the market test, everything is fantasy.

Wan Feng went to buy glass and glued a glass cabinet to Zhang Xuan's two-wheeled car.

Next came the market inspection. Wan Feng roasted four more chickens. Three golden whole chickens were hung in the glass cabinet, and one chicken was separated and placed on the tray at the bottom of the glass cabinet.

On the glass cabinet, I cut a few red letters with red paper and pasted them, and then I pushed the trolley to the gate of the passenger terminal.

It was 12:30 noon at this time, and the bus from the passenger station to the countryside almost always departed from 1:00 to 2:30. Come out to the passenger station and wait for the departure.

The glass case of Wanfeng's trolley is pasted with six large red characters: Authentic Beijing Roast Duck.

I don't know if it is the four words Beijing Roast Duck that play a role, or the three golden-yellow roast chickens hanging in the glass cabinet make people salivate.

Not long after Wan Feng parked the car here, many people surrounded the car.

These people didn't just watch around, and random questions came out.

"Boy, are you Beijing Roasted Chicken? How come I only heard about Beijing Roasted Duck and then heard about Beijing Roasted Chicken. Are you bluffing?"

Wan Feng chuckled: "Brother! You don't know much now. It's true that Beijing Jing is most famous for its Quanjude Roast Duck.

But Beijing’s roast chicken and goose are also very famous, but they are not as famous as Quanjude. Have you heard of Beijing’s roast pig, roast sheep and roast cow? "

Don't say they haven't heard of this, Wan Feng didn't hear about it in 1985, but not hearing about it doesn't mean they dare not say it.

Anyway, there may not be one out of a hundred people in Wu County who has been to Beijing, and those Beijing youths have returned to the city long ago.

"You have authentic Beijing Roast Chicken written on it, how can you prove that you are authentic?"

I asked this question, there is no second roast chicken in Wuxian County, and I said authentic is of course authentic.

"I went to Beijing Panjiayuan to learn roast chicken and duck when I was fourteen. I studied it for three years, and I didn't come back until the end of last year. You say I'm not authentic."

What is Panjiayuan doing? Doesn't seem to have anything to do with grilled chicken? It looks like a place where antiques are dumped.

Anyway, they don't know, it's wrong to be wrong.

People were still simple and didn't question Wan Feng's words, but started asking about the food, how much it was and other topics.

Wan Feng chopped off a piece of meat from the chicken, and each of them shared a piece of meat the size of a fingernail to taste.

Although Wan Feng's roasting is not very professional, if it is put on for more than ten years, it will be a common product at best, but in 1985, his craftsmanship is still no problem.

"tasty."

"It's not bad, it's just that there are too few shits. This kid just divides up so much because he is not authentic. This is to seduce the gluttons in our stomachs on purpose."

A man made a joke that elicited a round of laughter.

"Tell me how to sell it, let's hear the price."

At the price asking stage, the transaction has the possibility of success.

"Buy a whole chicken for six yuan each, half a chicken for four yuan and half, and this is the price for retail purchases. Chicken wings are fifty cents each, chicken necks are one yuan, chicken thighs are one yuan and five yuan, and the chicken body sees if I have any pieces. A dollar a piece."

After Wan Feng finished talking about the price, these people began to settle accounts.

After all the calculations, it seems that buying the whole one is the most suitable.

"Old Xiao, how about we buy one and take half of it home? There will be a lot of money left over." Two people dressed as farmers discussed.

In Longjiang, the farmers in the agricultural cooperatives are the ones who really benefit from contracting production to households. Their income has increased significantly compared to when they were in the big pot.

These two people are obviously members of the agricultural society.

"Then buy it. Isn't it only three yuan per person? Buy it back and let the little bastards taste the taste of Beijing roast chicken. We can't go to Beijing in this life. It's okay to try Beijing roast chicken."

Thus, Wan Feng's first transaction was done in this way.

Wan Feng wrapped the grilled chicken in a plastic bag, and also sent a small packet of sesame paste that he made himself.

Buying and selling this thing is sometimes very weird. When you don’t buy it, there are a bunch of people around and no one pays for it, but if someone buys it, it may cause a looting situation.

"There are only four roast chickens per day. I don't want to buy more. If you have any, hurry up." Wan Feng yelled as if adding fuel to the fire, taking advantage of the first deal.

As a result, these people almost all adopted the method of joint purchase by two people, and a few whole chickens were sold in a blink of an eye.

In the end, the chicken that was cut up by Wan Feng was also bought as a whole chicken.

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