Lu Siyuan’s eyes lit up, this indeed was a good method.
Almost every household in the countryside raised chickens and ducks, especially some older folks, who were reluctant to eat them themselves, didn’t have many eggs, and found it inconvenient to sell them. If someone came to purchase them, they would surely be happy to exchange their eggs for money.
The most important thing was that eggs didn’t take up much space, unlike winter melons, which could quickly fill up a cart with just a few.
"Apart from eggs, what else do you think we could sell?" Shen Mianmian had said earlier that aside from winter melons, they could sell other items, but he really couldn’t think of anything else.
"This..." Shen Mianmian was stumped; she narrowed her eyes and pondered, then suddenly brightened, "Doesn’t everyone at home like to dry sweet potatoes? I think selling those would be good, as well as dried bamboo shoots and pickled vegetables."
These items were common in rural areas, but inconvenient for city dwellers to make themselves due to lack of farmland.
Some city folks loved to eat these, and mostly relied on rural relatives to send them, but they couldn’t expect handouts every day, and no one in the city sold these items. If they brought them to sell in the city, they would undoubtedly be very popular.
Lu Siyuan felt as if he had an epiphany, "Could we sell bean paste?"
Producing bean paste was low cost, but very tasty, and was a favorite among farm families.
"Of course, we can." That was a great product, especially the homemade kind from the countryside, which was very tasty. Those flavors were unobtainable in the twenty-first century.
Commercial producers advertised their products as ’homemade,’ but large-scale production lacked the taste of mom’s cooking.
"But with this item, how do we purchase it when everyone’s flavors are different?" Lu Siyuan raised another question. The flavors varied with different producers and couldn’t be mixed in the same jar.
"You’re being silly," Shen Mianmian chided, tapping his forehead, "We’ll use different jars for different flavored bean pastes. Whatever flavor people like, that’s the one they’ll buy."
Lu Siyuan, having been tapped, was about to get angry, but Shen Mianmian’s words quickly quelled his temper.
As the two of them discussed selling this and that, they suddenly felt as if anything from the countryside could make money once they transported it.
The more they talked, the happier Lu Siyuan got, and then he raised an idea, "Why don’t we go into partnership? Split it fifty-fifty."
That way, they wouldn’t have to deal with separating their wares and settling accounts independently, which would be too troublesome.
"I was thinking the same." Shen Mianmian agreed without hesitation, but she had her own thoughts on the distribution, "Let’s make it forty-sixty. I’ll take forty, and you take sixty."
The cart was Lu Siyuan’s, and she wasn’t contributing as much physical effort as he was. Additionally, he would be more involved in collecting the goods later on.
She didn’t want to take advantage of Lu Siyuan’s youth. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
"I said fifty-fifty, and that’s final."
Lu Siyuan was firm in his resolve.
After some back-and-forth, Shen Mianmian couldn’t win the argument and agreed to his terms.
She thought to herself, when they made money in the future, she would buy some nutritional products for Old Master Lu.
Lu Siyuan glanced at Shen Mianmian’s thin little face, and thought that when they earned money, he should get this girl some nourishment, seeing how skinny she was, as if there was no food at home.
When the two returned to the Lu Family, Siyuan dove straight into the kitchen. Old Master Lu was getting on in years, and his hearing wasn’t so good; he felt that being old made him a nuisance, so he didn’t disturb the two.