Chapter 11 (Chapter 11 (3rd Update)...)

Honey is of course for sale. Isn't this the reason why Song's father took the initiative to come to the county town to buy things this time?

He was only shocked for a moment, "Oh my God, I am such an ordinary little business genius", and then he quickly got into the state, and under the gaze of Sister Liang and Song Yao, he began to bargain with the other party.

"Honey on the market is sold at 20 cents per pound, and my price of 18 cents is really very cheap."

The shy saleswoman sister was no longer shy or embarrassed when it came to bargaining, and she clearly calculated for him:

"The ones on the market are all packaged and have brands. After all, yours has no brand and no packaging. I have to buy a box myself."

Song's father: "You can't calculate it like this. If you calculate it like this, it takes more than three hours for our village to get to the county, and six hours to go back and forth. In order to transport this honey out, we set out in the morning and haven't eaten yet. Do I have to calculate my labor costs?"

The young salesperson was not fooled: "Aren't you here to buy daily necessities? You also buy There are so many, I think honey is incidentally. "She said it was right, so Song Dad had a false mind, and then continued to fight for reason:" But my honey is particularly sweet, it is definitely the best in all honey. Light salesperson looked at the bamboo tube and hesitated: "How do you get this out?" Song Dad took out another bamboo tube and took out a chopstick to give her: "You use chopsticks." She: "Although it is strange to bring chopsticks when she goes out, Song Dad who sells things for the first time is that if he buys something, he must have a taste. The taste is not distressed. He can't bear the children and can't put the wolf, so before going out, he specially took out all the chopsticks in the house to wash it, just to make the customer taste the taste. I don’t know if it was because someone was praising her like crazy, or because she hadn’t eaten honey for a long time, but she actually thought that this honey tasted better than the ones she had eaten before.

But when it comes to bargaining, she can’t show it on her face even if she is satisfied in her heart.

So she put down her chopsticks and said that she still insisted on the price of 1.7 cents per pound.

The two of them were deadlocked for a while. Seeing that they were both very reasonable, Song Yao couldn’t help it and said to Song’s father: “Well, Dad, just consider that my sister is my new friend and give her a lower price.”

Song’s father:?

Didn’t he just pick things for a while? In just a short while, his son made friends with others?

Song Yao ignored what he was thinking and turned to the young salesperson and said:

"Sister, other honeys are sold at 20 cents per pound, and my father's price of 18 cents is already the price without packaging and brand.

But you are my friend, so let's do this, if you buy one pound, we will sell it to you at 17 cents and 7 cents."

"If you buy more than five pounds, we will sell it to you at 17 cents per pound. In this way, if you buy five pounds, it will be cheaper than one pound..."

Song Yao lowered his head and calculated. This number is easier to calculate. Although it took a little longer, he still figured it out: "35 cents!"

Don't look at this number as small, it can buy three eggs.

Song's father was not very satisfied with the price of 17 cents at first, but if he thought about it, if he sold it at 17 cents, he would sell five pounds at once and make five pounds of money, so he didn't say anything.

The young salesperson calculated and felt that this was still quite cost-effective. If compared with the price of other honey, she bought five pounds, but it was a full 1.5 yuan cheaper.

Looking at it this way, it always seems like a big bargain.

Her monthly salary is only 25 yuan, and the remaining money is enough to buy a lot of things.

Both parties think this method is feasible, so the final transaction price is 1.7 yuan, and a total of 5 kilograms are sold. Both parties are very satisfied.

Song's father immediately said: "It's a bit late today. I will send you the honey tomorrow. If you want to use packaging, you can buy a bottle yourself, and I will put the honey in it and bring it to you."

Bottles are definitely needed, and there happened to be one in the supply and marketing cooperative. The young salesperson picked it out and thought that the bottle could be reused after the honey was eaten, so he gritted his teeth and chose a glass bottle that he thought was just right. He paid the money at the counter and handed it to Song's father.

Such a big bottle is not cheap, so she was particularly worried that the other party would break it, and she repeatedly warned him:

"This is glass, please be careful when handling it, if it breaks you have to compensate me."

"Don't worry, I don't need a deposit, you are my friend."

Song's father also carefully placed the bottle in the bamboo basket, making sure it would not shake no matter how he moved it, then he put the bamboo basket back on his back, took out a pen and paper from his pocket and handed it to Song Yao.

"My son, help Dad write: Five pounds of honey."

Song Yao immediately put the pen and paper on the counter, stepped on the stool and started writing: "Dad, I'm done, do you want to write anything else?"

Song's father thought for a while and said, "Write the name of the supply and marketing cooperative and your friend at the end."

Song Yao agreed obediently, wrote the three words "supply and marketing cooperative" stroke by stroke, and looked up to ask the young salesperson very naturally: "Sister, what's your name?"

Song's father on the side almost choked: "Aren't you friends? How come you don't even know each other's names?"

The young salesperson was a little guilty when she saw him surprised. After all, Song Yao had just persuaded the other party to lower the price by claiming that she was his friend.

Song Yao didn't care: "There is no rule that friends must know each other's names. How long have we known each other? It's normal not to know each other's names."

Song's father: ...You also know that you haven't known each other for a long time.

Song Yao didn't think it was a problem to have a good friend in 20 minutes, so he introduced himself first:

"Sister, my name is Song Yao, you can call me Xiaoer, everyone in our village calls me that, what's your name?"

The young salesperson carefully glanced at Song's father, and when she saw that he had no intention of regretting the price, she breathed a sigh of relief and introduced herself:

"My name is Dong Shengsheng, you can call me Sister Shengsheng."

Song Yao immediately nodded and praised: "Okay, Sister Shengsheng, your name is really nice."

Being praised so seriously by such a pretty and cute child, Dong Shengsheng smiled shyly: "Really? You are the first person to say that."

Song Yao said seriously: "But I will definitely not be the last one."

Dong Shengsheng smiled happily when she heard this, and subconsciously reached out to touch the candy in her pocket to give to the other party. When she found nothing, she remembered that she had given both candies she brought today to Song Yao.

So she felt under the counter, took out an egg, stuffed it into Song Yao's hand, and said lovingly:

"Didn't your father say that you didn't eat all the way from the village? It's such a long way, and you are so young, you must be tired and hungry."

"Here, this egg is for you to eat."

Song Yao took it with surprise: "Thank you, sister, you are so careful, I will help you with the bill next time."

Although the probability of him making mistakes in the bill was a bit high, Dong Shengsheng was still very welcome, and nodded immediately: "Okay, okay, you eat the egg quickly, I will pour you some hot water, hey, you are still so young, and your legs must be sore after walking all the way here."

Song's father on the side: "..."'

Sour ass, this stinky boy walked down the mountain by himself, and the rest of the way was all carried by his father.

But if someone is willing to feel sorry for his son, he is also happy to see his success.

Song Yao was also hungry. She ate the boiled eggs in a few bites, drank some hot water, looked down at her stomach, and said to Dong Shengsheng:

"Sister Shengsheng, I will treat you to delicious food next time."

He decided to try his best to catch fish when he returned, and give one to this beautiful sister.

Dong Shengsheng didn't take Song Yao's words seriously. After all, he was a child, and judging from his clothes, his family was not rich. He should just be talking.

She carefully wiped the corners of Song Yao's mouth: "No, just come to play with me more often."

Although she was already working, Dong Shengsheng was only eighteen years old this year. Today was her second day in this strange county. She was very happy to make friends (even if she was a little young).

Song Yao promised: "I will. I will come to play with you when I have time in the future."

The two friends, who were ten years apart in age and whose friendship progressed so rapidly that even Song's father was stunned, talked for a long time before they had to say goodbye because it was time for dinner and Dong Shengsheng had to go to eat.

Father Song carried a bamboo basket on his back and took his son's hand out. When they stood on the street, he sighed: "You are almost catching up with me in making friends."

Song Yao was immediately excited when he heard it: "Really? That's great!"

Father Song's ability to make friends is well-known.

From Dashu Village and Liuye Village to the town and county, Father Song's friends are everywhere. He is even friends with Song Yao's stepfather.

In this era where you rely on your brothers at home and your friends when you go out, Father Song is the most fearless when he goes out.

Of course, this skill point is useless in the eyes of Grandpa Song and Grandma Song.

As a person who makes a living by farming, Father Song's dislike of farming and his love of laziness are very unorthodox.

Grandma Song often complained that what's the use of him being eloquent and making friends every day, he still doesn't even have a wife.

Only Song Yao's mother grew up with him and had some friendship with him, so he was blinded for a short time.

Although he didn't blind for too long.

As the person involved, Song's father was not affected at all. In fact, he always felt that his parents' constant worry that "they would starve to death a hundred years later" was completely unreasonable.

Although he didn't like to work, he was not incapable of working. He was often lazy when farming, but he went to catch fish, birds and pheasant eggs to add food to the family.

Song's father thought of the note in his pocket and felt proud.

"One pound of honey is 1.7 cents. If five pounds are ordered, then... let me calculate."

Song Yao still had some basic knowledge of multiplication, but Song's father was not. He didn't know how to multiply at all, so the way he calculated this kind of problem was 1.7 cents plus 1.7 cents plus 1.7 cents.

Add five and seventeen cents together.

He could still barely figure it out when there were two or three, but when there were more than three, Song's father couldn't do it. He counted while walking, and after a long time, he came to the conclusion: "Then we can make eighty cents."

Song Yao was also counting, but he was slower than Song's father.

His main problem was that he could do single multiplication, he could count a few times a few, but he couldn't do multiplication of several times a few.

However, after twenty minutes of practice, the child had experience and figured out a set of arithmetic methods by himself.

He first multiplied one by five, then multiplied 0.7 by five, and then added the two numbers.

After calculating for a long time, he came to the conclusion: "Dad, it's not 80 cents, it's 85 cents."

Song's father waved his hand generously: "Whether it's 80 cents or 85 cents, it's a huge sum of money. When we go back later, your grandparents will definitely praise us."

Song Yao didn't quite understand how huge 85 cents was, but because of the previous 20 minutes of experience, he automatically converted it into 85 eggs earned from selling honey this time, so the child, who was not so happy at first, became excited.

"Grandparents must be very happy!"

Song's father nodded in agreement, thinking: "It seems that selling honey is really possible, but just poking the beehive is not enough. I will catch two bees when I go back to see if I can raise them well."

Song Yao always felt a little uncertain: "What if I can't raise them well?"

Song's father: "It's okay, anything can be raised well, look at the pheasant at home, it can be raised well, it has wings, and bees must be able to do it too."

Anyway, this way of raising bees doesn't work, so he can just change it, and he can always find the right way.

By the way, he also has a son who can read books. Father Song advised: "My son, next time you go to the county government to read books, see if there are any books on beekeeping. If there are books, we don't have to try one by one."

Song Yao thought of his current learning level of "0": "... I will work hard."

The father and son were very excited and chatty. They chatted all the way to the door of the house and said:

"We will definitely be praised when we go back this time, hahaha."

Dad Song was very proud: "Look how smart Dad is. Bringing chopsticks over is simply amazing. I said, how can you sell food without letting people taste it."

Song Yao also thought this method was super good and nodded repeatedly: "Dad, you are so smart."

"That's right, do ordinary people think of bringing chopsticks to sell food?"

The two of them talked and laughed and pushed open the door of the yard, enjoying what kind of praise and praise they would receive.

As soon as they entered the door, Grandpa Song and Grandma Song were eating. Seeing them coming back, Grandma Song raised her eyes:

"Oh, you're back? We waited for you for more than an hour and you didn't come back. As soon as we started eating, you came back."

Grandpa Song: "You're very fast."

This atmosphere is not right.

Dad Song and Song Yao were stunned for a moment, and then they thought of something at the same time, and their eyes slowly moved down and fell on Grandma Song's hands.

She was holding two branches that were obviously processed but still slightly twisted in shape.

There was a mouthful of rice in the front of the branch.