"But, wouldn’t the name ’Taste Fruit’ be a bit strange?" Yang Qingrui offered a different suggestion.
"What’s strange about it? We can’t call it Artistry Pavilion anymore," Yang Chuxia said. "We’re using this name for the store. If you have any objections, please keep them to yourself. I’ve already asked Brother An to rewrite the nameplate. We’re definitely using his writing this time."
Yang Dachuan nodded, "Whatever you say, I have no objections."
"I don’t care about these things either. I’ll just help you cook the food," Ms. Wang waved her hand. Old Yang also had no objections, so the name of the store and its opening date were decided.
Time flew, and in just a few days, it was February 16th. Before the opening of the nut store, Yang Chuxia wrote many slogans like last time. And the day before, she found someone from the village to go to the town to promote the store, explaining and handing out flyers.
In ancient times, this kind of publicity method was considered innovative and attracted a lot of attention. When she promoted it, she also brought samples. For every flyer she handed out, she also handed out a few pine nuts or peanuts.
She only handed out a pound of samples in total, but the publicity was real and effective.
By the next day, before the store even opened, there was a crowd outside the door. The flyers described the products as delicious, and hearing others talk about how tasty they were made everyone’s mouths water. It was also said that the store would have discounts on the first day, so many people who wanted to take advantage of the cheap prices showed up, and there was a huge crowd on opening day.
It almost caused a traffic jam. Worried about an accident, Yang Chuxia made everyone line up.
The line was long, and people were still buying even into the evening.
Anyway, the business on the first day was excellent, and they sold out of everything except for the most expensive pine nuts.
"Xiaxia, the business is really good!" Ms. Wang said on their way back to the village at night.
"It’s only good on the first day. It won’t be tomorrow, and it will slowly decline. I estimate that each item will sell a few dozen pounds a day, which is already very good."
"Really?" Ms. Wang was disappointed by the news.
"Mom, don’t be disappointed. Even though we’re only selling a few dozen pounds, we’re selling it for dozens of wen per pound, and the pine nuts are sold for 70-80 wen. Excluding various costs, I think we can still make a few taels a day," Yang Chuxia said. "This is just on ordinary days. We’ll definitely sell more during festivals."
Yang Chuxia thought for a moment and added, "But this will tire you out, Mom. You have to fry so many things every day."
Ms. Wang waved her hand, "I’m not tired. I’m full of energy when I cook these things that can make money."
It was true. Ms. Wang was full of energy now, and the day after, she woke up early with the two maids to clean the dried sweet potatoes and cook the peanuts.
When Yang Chuxia got up, she naturally went to help. As for the store, she found a shopkeeper to watch over it and an honest young employee from the village. Ye Zi’an was still in charge of the accounts and checked in on the Artistry Pavilion every two or three days to see which orders were completed and which were new. Now, there was also a Taste Fruit store to check on.
"Sister Xiaxia, Sister Xiaxia, hurry up~~"
Yang Chuxia was helping Ms. Wang sprinkle the salt on the dried sweet potatoes when Yang Qingbao came running in from outside.
"What’s wrong, Qingbao?"
"Uncle, Uncle, they found the thing you were looking for..."