Wake up suddenly, back to the time when my wife and daughter had an accident

"Comrade, how much do you sell this salad for?"

"50 cents per pound, 30 cents and a half a pound."

As soon as Meng Haisheng quoted the price, several people thought the price was a bit high.

Garlic and chili peppers in the market only cost a few cents per pound, and cucumbers and carrots only cost 10 cents to 15 cents. It was hard for everyone to accept that they were sold at 50 cents per pound.

Meng Haisheng was not impatient. He picked a piece of carrot from the box with chopsticks and handed it to the person who had just asked for the price: "Sister, try it. How does it taste?"

The young lady saw Meng Daniu eating with relish, so she put the carrot directly into her mouth without caring whether she washed her hands.

The sweet taste filled her entire mouth, and she nodded slightly: "It tastes really good. I don't have the skills to make it taste like this. Come on, give me half a pound."

"Okay." Meng Haisheng took out a clean small plastic bag and weighed half a pound for the young lady. Whether it was cucumbers or carrots, they were relatively heavy, and half a pound didn't look like much.

The elder sister took a look and felt that it was not enough, so she asked Meng Haisheng to weigh another kilogram. With this start, the subsequent sales went much more smoothly.

After a while, Meng Haisheng sold more than ten kilograms of cold dishes. When the crowd dispersed, he sat back at the small table and continued to eat his breakfast.

Meng Daniu was full, and he left half a kilogram of fried dough sticks and half of pickles for Meng Haisheng. "Brother Daniu, I can't eat so many fried dough sticks, you can eat two more."

Meng Daniu waved his hand: "I'm almost done."

He stood up and looked around curiously. The five- or six-story textile factory dormitory looked like a mansion in his eyes. He wished his eyes were on the wall to take a good look at what this so-called mansion looked like.

Meng Haisheng was not in a hurry to eat breakfast. He ate fried dough sticks and drank sweet rice wine leisurely. He looked like a retired old man.

Lu Zhiwei was finally not so busy at this time. He sat opposite Meng Haisheng with a smile: "Xiao Meng, can I try your cold dishes?"

"Boss Lu, please eat, you're welcome." Meng Haisheng responded.

Lu Zhiwei picked up the chopsticks and tasted the dishes in the bowl. The salty and sweet taste was really good. "Xiao Meng, how many pickles do you have? Can you sell some to me? I want to sell them at the breakfast stall."

Meng Haisheng's mouth curled up. He was waiting for this sentence. He was already happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face: "Boss Lu, you are too polite. How many kilograms do you want? I will leave you the profit."

Lu Zhiwei was very happy to see Meng Haisheng so straightforward. He was really afraid that Meng Haisheng would hesitate.

Meng Haisheng no longer ate slowly. He finished quickly, took the box of cold dishes from his bicycle, and took it to a store behind the breakfast stall.

Lu Zhiwei took out a large iron basin and asked Meng Haisheng to weigh out 20 kilograms of pickles first. A full pot of pickles was placed there, giving off an alluring sweet smell.

"Xiao Meng, if I need more tomorrow, can you deliver it?"

"Boss Lu, why don't you try selling it first? Just order it directly from me?" Meng Haisheng was a little surprised at Lu Zhiwei's generosity.

"To be honest, brother, I have two small restaurants at home. As long as your pickles are delicious, I will order from you every day in the future."

"Okay, Boss Lu, you are a straightforward person. I won't beat around the bush with you. Cold dishes are 40 cents per pound, a fixed price. I can come and deliver them every morning." Meng Haisheng agreed.

To be honest, the price of 40 cents per pound is not cheap, but when it comes to Lu Zhiwei, these dishes are not sold by pound, but by plate.

As the owner of a small restaurant, he knows very well that as long as the taste is good, the things will naturally sell well.

"Okay, I won't bargain. Tomorrow morning at six o'clock, you can send me another 20 pounds of pickles."

After weighing the pickles, there were only a dozen pounds left in Meng Haisheng's carton. He planned to send it directly to Wang Fusheng. Wang Fusheng's small restaurant has plenty of customers, and as long as the food is delicious, he will definitely stay.

After leaving the door, Meng Haisheng saw Meng Daniu busy selling cucumbers next to the bicycle. "Young man, can you sell it cheaper? I buy ten kilograms at a time."

"My brother said 20 cents a kilogram, and he won't sell it if it's less than one cent." Meng Daniu's face was red, and a fat lady was bargaining there.

"Hey, Xiao Zheng, don't bargain with the young man. Look, you've made his face red." Several older aunts surrounded Meng Daniu to buy cucumbers. They enthusiastically helped to teach Meng Daniu how to count money.

Meng Haisheng looked at the blushing Meng Daniu and was a little surprised that he was so popular. He hadn't started to sell yet, but Meng Daniu had already started business.

"Brother Daniu, you stay here to sell cucumbers, and I'll take the pickles and hares to other places to have a look."

"How can this be done? I've never sold cucumbers before." Meng Daniu seemed a little nervous.

"Brother Big Bull,Just sell it here. If you make a loss, it's my fault. "Meng Haisheng said, packed up his things, rode his bicycle and left. He still had a lot of things to do today.

He would go to the textile factory to ask about rabbit hair later.

Meng Haisheng found Wang Fusheng and sold the hare and turtle smoothly. After tasting the salad, Wang Fusheng immediately decided to buy them all and asked Meng Haisheng to deliver 20 kilograms tomorrow morning.

Meng Haisheng didn't expect that Lin Mucheng's salad would make him his first pot of gold before his Bupleurum business started to make money. He was thinking about whether he could open up more sales channels for salad while sending Bupleurum to the county.

Although there are not many small restaurants in the town, if he can find more customers in the county, he can really make money.

After selling the hare, Meng Haisheng didn't rush back to find Meng Daniu, but went straight to the textile factory. He wanted to chat with the guard to inquire about the rabbit hair, but he unexpectedly met Aunt Zhang who had given him the cloth coupons before.

"Xiao Meng, why are you in the textile factory? ”

“Aunt Zhang, I’m here to ask about something.”

When Meng Haisheng saw an acquaintance, he immediately opened up and told Aunt Zhang about his plan to raise Angora rabbits.

“Xiao Meng, you’ve found the right person. Come, sit in my office. I’ll tell you in detail about rabbit hair.”

When he arrived at Aunt Zhang’s office, Meng Haisheng learned that she was a well-known technician in the factory and had been invited back to work by the factory even though she had retired.