"Sister-in-law, what a coincidence, you'll go to the county town today."

"My cousin sister-in-law, I asked someone to come back two days ago to bring me a message, saying that I want to make a few cotton quilts in winter and ask me to help." After saying that, Sister-in-law turned her eyes and leaned towards Mu Xiu, and said softly: "It's a coincidence that your aunt asked me to come back yesterday and asked me to send a message to your cousin Mu Hongqiao and ask her to come back quickly. Is there something wrong with her family?"

"Sister-in-law, you know too. We have separated a lot. We don't know what happened there." Mu Xiu also began to think about what happened.

"Haha, I'm too much." The Chen sister-in-law called out. She couldn't ask anything, so she stopped talking.

Mu Xiu thought about it and then thought, and guessed that it must be Mu Zhijun's work. He didn't have enough money, so he asked Mu Hongqiao to come and give it to him.

However, after listening to what Mu Xiaocao said, Li Xingzhi did not have such great ability. Maybe Mu Zhijun had to spend money to teach him this time. The two of them were just waiting to watch the show. Mu Xiu was in a better mood when he thought of this.

When they arrived at the station, Mu Xiu said goodbye to Chen's sister-in-law, he walked towards Sun Xingfu's pickled vegetables shop. When they were almost at the place, Mu Xiu flashed to a corner, took out a jar, packed the soup ingredients of Xiaoyao Town Hu La Soup in the space, poured them in, then put the jar in the backpack, and put two small jars of mushroom sauce in it. After everything was packed, he walked into the pickled vegetables shop.

"Uncle Sun, it's morning." Mu Xiu said hello when he saw Sun Xingfu wiping the table and chairs.

"Mu Xiu, you are here." Sun Xingfu turned around when he heard the movement. Seeing that it was Mu Xiu, he immediately looked happy.

"Uncle Sun, how are the pickles sold?" Mu Xiu didn't say much nonsense and went straight to the point.

"The spicy cabbage mushroom sauce has been sold out, and there is only a little left for the rest. I'm still wondering, when will you come here?"

"Selling so fast? It's only been a week." Although Mu Xiu was prepared and knew that this batch of pickles would be sold well, he was still surprised. After all, it was just pickles, not rice, so he didn't have to eat a lot at a time.

"That's right? Someone came back to visit relatives. After eating the sour bamboo shoots, he specially bought a bunch of them, saying that he would take them to other places to give them to someone to eat. The neighbors all said that the pickles in my house taste good. Do you bring some more here this time?" Sun Xingfu looked at Mu Xiu's backpack with anticipation.

"I don't know if the sale is good, so I didn't dare to make it more. This time I only brought ten kilograms of mushroom sauce, but I didn't make anything else."

"Ten pounds are just ten pounds. It's better to have one than not." Sun Xingfu said with some disappointment.

"Uncle Sun, I'm here to discuss something with you today."

"What's the matter, you said."

"Uncle Sun, this pickle can actually be made by someone else, but the taste will be different. However, if it is sold at a cheap price, some people will buy it, and some people will even deliberately say that they bought it from you and then sell it to others."

"Xiu, how do you know? A few days ago, someone did come to my store and said that the pickles I bought tasted wrong. Later, I asked him and found out that there was no mushroom sauce in the store. He bought it from elsewhere and said that it was bought from me." Sun Xingfu looked at Mu Xiu in surprise.

These days, Sun Xingfu has been in trouble, but he has no choice but to do so.

"This is how it is to do business. As long as one thing makes money, all kinds of imitations will come out. So this time I came here, I wanted to discuss with Uncle Sun that we can customize a batch of jars with our unique patterns on them. And after eating the pickles, come over with the jar and give you one or two more pickles. In this way, when everyone buys pickles, as long as they recognize this logo, they will not buy fake ones." After Mu Xiu said, Sun Xingfu was silent for a while. After a long time, he slapped his hands and said, "Xiu, just do what you said. You are also awesome. You are born to be a good businessman."

"Uncle Sun, you have been awarded. Since you agree, let's talk about the details. This jar is made into one pound and five pounds, which is convenient to carry and maintain hygiene. After all, it is only one pound and can be eaten soon. Even if it is given to someone, it looks exquisite. Also, what do you think of the pattern design?" Mu Xiu was praised and felt ashamed. These things were often done by merchants in later generations, and they were not what she thought of...

"Do you know anyone who makes the game? I still have to inquire." Sun Xingfu said hesitantly.

"Yes, there is an old man in our village who has been doing the jar for decades."

"Who are you talking about? I don't know so much?" Sun Xingfu asked curiously. After all, they are all from the same village.

"Uncle Fang, his son is still a teacher in the county town." Mu Xiu replied.

"So it's him. I really don't know he can make a fuss." Sun Xingfu only heard that there was a teacher Fang in the village, but he didn't know anything else. After all, he had been away from home for many years, and after he came back, he only had a rough understanding of some people and things.

"Let's just carve a Sun Ji on that jar." Sun Xingfu is also a pragmatic person.

Mu Xiu thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, it's so simple and easy to remember. I asked Mr. Fang to design these two words more special."

"But, this jar also requires cost, and the profit of pickles will decrease." Sun Xingfu frowned.

"This jar is only 20 cents. We will collect 20 cents in advance. Every time we bring the jar to buy pickles, we will return five cents until the 20 cents are returned. Next time we come to buy, we will give you one or two more ounces. Everyone must think that if you buy a few more times, the jar will be replenished. At the same price, you can get a jar. In the long run, one or two more pickles are more cost-effective. The most important thing is that those who buy these jars will become long-term customers in the future!" Mu Xiu paused and continued: "Of course, if you don't want to buy our jars, you can use your own jar to make pickles and do not participate in any discount."

Sun Xingfu quickly made up his calculations. The pickles, mushroom sauce and sour bamboo shoots that Mu Xiu gave him were 20 cents per pound. The time he sold was 30 cents per pound, and the rest was 5 cents per pound. The one he sold was 10 cents per pound.

If you do it as Mu Xiu said, you can eat four kilograms of pickles on weekdays for a month, but if you want to make money back from the jar, or if you are greedy for one or two, you will speed up the time to eat pickles. Maybe you can eat it for a month in half a month.

One or two pickles are just one cent or two cents. As long as you buy it more frequently, the loss is completely negligible compared to the profit you earn. It is a good idea.
Chapter completed!