Chapter 128: Chapter 128 Happy Days Are Always Short
Jiang Changhai thought about it, realizing that what he had done in the past was also speculating and profiteering, wasn’t it?
He knew too well how lucrative this business could be.
If Yu Cheng, just a teenager, was not afraid, why should he, a grown man, be fearful!
After seeing the light, Jiang Changhai slapped his hand decisively and said, “Alright, Buddy Yu, I’m in.”
Better to die from bravery than starve from cowardice!
“Brother Hai, I support you!” Su Wanyu was also brimming with enthusiasm. She believed her man would have no problems.
It was Jiang Mianmian who remembered something else, “Brother Yu, are you still going to see your uncle tomorrow?”
Yu Cheng lowered his eyelids slightly and said indifferently, “I’ll go after I’ve sold all the sunflower seeds.”
By the time they came back from the movie, it was already past nine o’clock.
The Jiang family members had gone to bed early, so nobody knew they had brought back more things, avoiding a potential conflict.
The next day, when Jiang Changhai woke up and saw that the snow outside had been cleared away, he quickly went back to his room to wake up Jiang Mianmian.
“Dad, what’s happening? I haven’t slept enough yet.” Jiang Mianmian was groggy, barely able to open her eyes.
“My girl, hurry up. The snow outside has all melted; it’s time for school,” Jiang Changhai said, grabbing clothes for his daughter.
The sudden bad news jolted Jiang Mianmian awake, “What?! It’s cleared already? My vacation was so short.”
She had hoped to play at home for a few more days, woefully wondering why happy days always flew by so quickly!
But, reluctant as she was, she had to crawl out of the warm kang and go to school, backpack in tow.
After delivering her to school, the action-oriented Jiang Changhai and Yu Cheng took their bags and started collecting sunflower seeds from other villagers’ houses.
The collection went very smoothly since their commune would buy a batch of sunflower seeds every year.
Many villagers, wishing to earn a little extra, would plant sunflowers on their private plots of land.
Changhai offered the same price as the Supply and Marketing Cooperative—two jiao per jin—which was the reason many were willing to sell directly to him: it saved them the trouble of taking the seeds to the Cooperative.
However, since it was their first time engaging in this business, Jiang Changhai did not dare to collect too much. He stopped after a little more than fifty jins and said,
“Buddy Yu, let’s just take this much for now and see how the market goes tonight. If we sell well, we can collect more tomorrow. What do you think?”
Jiang Changhai earnestly sought Yu Cheng’s opinion, already treating him as a partner.
While Yu Cheng did not care who was the leader in this venture, Jiang Changhai’s attitude made him feel at ease. He smiled and said, “Sounds good, Uncle Jiang, I also think that’s enough for now.”
“Great, then our next step is to roast the sunflower seeds. But definitely, we can’t do it at my house. Let me think about where we can borrow a cauldron to roast them.”
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Changhai came up with an idea, “Got it! We can go to Old Uncle Ge’s house to do it. He’s a widower from the next village, his wife passed away early, and he has neither children nor grandchildren, always living alone. This way we won’t have to worry about a crowd and gossip, letting word get out.”
Yu Cheng agreed, finding it a suitable arrangement, “Alright, Uncle Jiang, let’s go then.”
“Not so fast, we need salt to roast the seeds. Let’s head to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative to buy a bag of salt first.”
Salt was not cheap those days, and it wouldn’t be right to use someone else’s.
The two hurried to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, purchasing what they needed, and then, with the sunflower seeds in tow, they knocked on the door of Old Uncle Ge’s house.
When Old Man Ge heard the knocking, he was somewhat startled. With no close relatives in the village, who could be looking for him?