Although the countryside is poor, it is also beneficial.

Almost everything can be self-sufficient.

Wang Lin and Wang Bo were fishing snails in the river until dark, and the two of them caught about thirty kilograms. If the basket was not too small, if the two of them had not caught it with bare hands, the number might have been greater.

The next thing is to prepare the materials. If you sell them like this, you will definitely not be able to sell them at a price. Few people eat this, and even people in the city will not do it.

But these are not problems for Wang Lin at all.

The two prepared the ingredients, and Wang Lin went to the village convenience store and spent 50 cents to buy homemade white wine and a large piece of white sugar of one cent. Before going to bed, he put the screws on the fire and prepared them with Wang Bo.

The next day, before dawn, and before about four o'clock, Wang Lin got up secretly.

"What are you doing?" After leaving the house, he happened to be caught by his father Wang Jianguo.

Seeing his father's outfit, Wang Lin couldn't help but feel sore.

He was carrying a hoe and a sickle on his shoulder, and his back was slightly hunched. At middle age, he was full of vicissitudes of life and dark skin everywhere declared that he was a person who could only dig food in the field.

Although Wang Jianguo was taciturn, he didn't like to talk much, and even rarely communicated with his son.

But now he is very clear about Wang Lin's situation in the Wang family, but he is powerless to do anything about it.

He is an incompetent person and has no ability to make money. The whole family spends a huge price to support him in school, but he has not even been qualified for the college entrance examination.

The only thing Wang Jianguo could do was to get up early and go to bed late, and do more work in the field so that others could have more rest time to make up for their efforts.

"Dad, I'll go for a walk in the city to see if I can find a job!" Wang Lin didn't want to lie to his father, but he didn't want to worry.

The Wang family is neutral about doing business, but the old man occasionally scolds the unscrupulous businessman to ruin the country.

"Well, take it and eat it on the road!" Wang Jianguo nodded, took out half of the mixed grain cake from his pocket and stuffed it into Wang Lin's hand, and turned around and left the yard alone.

Wang Lin did not refuse, although he knew it was his father's food for one day.

He was already past that impulsive age, so Wang Lin knew very well that no matter how much he said, it would be better to let his father stand upright in this family, so that his father no longer felt that he owed this family from the bottom of his heart.

I put half a grain cake into my mouth in a few bites. The taste was not good, and the stinging pain caused by the chaff sliding across my throat, but Wang Lin felt very happy.

With the help of the moonlight, Wang Lin came to the place where he prepared snails yesterday.

Wang Bo didn't know when it had arrived, and he was watching the snails in the big pot secretly saliva, but Wang Lin didn't come, so he didn't dare to move it privately.

Wang Lin touched the edge of the pot, and there was still some residual heat. He picked up a snail and put it next to his mouth. With a strong suck, the snail meat entered his mouth.

Spit out the hard shell stuck to the snail meat, and the taste is a bit unsatisfactory, but in this situation, this is already good.

"Ahem cough cough..."

Wang Bo also took a deep breath as he learned from Wang Lin, but he failed to master the technical skills and choked him so hard that he kept coughing.

Fortunately, the snail meat had already reached my mouth. After adapting for a while, I felt like I was about to fly.

"tasty……"

"Linzi, how much money do you think we can make?" Wang Bo looked at Wang Lin with anticipation. Now he no longer doubts whether these snails will hit him.

"Count the cost first!" Wang Lin smiled. Even though he had passed the cost last night, he had thought about the sales method. But since it was a partnership business, these things naturally had to be put on the surface, and brothers would settle the score clearly.

"No cost..." Wang Bo thought for a while and scratched his head.

The snails were fished in the river, and the salt was picked by the wall of the salt mill of Wang Lin's grandfather's house. The peppers, peppers, and star anise were picked from their own fields, and the cinnamon was used for public use. Anyway, no one wanted that thing. After thinking for a long time, Wang Bo really didn't remember what cost they had? 50 cents of white wine?

"If you sell well today, you can't keep getting these things off, right?"

"Yes, I guess we should be chased and beaten by someone..." Wang Bo nodded, that's the reason.

Wang Lin began to settle accounts one by one with his fingers and said, "One pound of salt, one pound of five, we used less than one ounce of salt, one pound of soybean oil, one pound of 80 cents, one pound of pepper, pepper, star anise, etc., we can count 30 cents, and there are 50 cents of white wine and one pound of sugar."

These things are really worthless in rural areas. They grow them in every vegetable garden. Unless they go out to buy them, they cannot sell at a price even if they buy them. The amount they use is enough for 30 cents.

"One cents, five cents, eight cents, three cents, five cents, one cent, eight cents, a total of one cents. These materials have been made in total about 30 kilograms, and the average cost per kilogram is about six cents. I will buy some other things in the city later. Even if you are seven cents a catty, we will sell them for 30 cents a piece..."

Although 30 cents are not cheap, they are not much more expensive.

Even if they were killed in the village, they couldn't sell a few copies, but as long as they found the right place and the right consumer group, the 30 cents were not a problem for them.

The two of them took out the snails from the big pot and picked out all the seasonings they used on the way to prevent them from learning core technology after being seen.

Thirty kilograms filled with two large basins, and Wang Bo even came out of the house with a spoon.

The two of them went straight to the city with a pot of snails on their shoulders.

Apart from the city, Wang Lin can only go to the town, but there are no state-owned enterprises in the town, so consumption capacity is a problem.

When passing by the town, Wang Lin spent another 20 cents to buy a stack of plastic food bags. Fortunately, ordinary people don’t use this thing for many, so no one rushes to buy it.

I bought a large handful of thin bamboo boards from an old man for another cent. This thin bamboo board is mainly used as a clip, but after splitting it, it can also be used as a toothpick.

Zheng City where they are located is a provincial capital, and there is no such thing as a county. The two set off at about 4:30. When they arrived in the city and Wang Lin selected the place in advance, it was already 1:30.

The two of them walked for seven hours, and the village was a bit remote. Even after thirty years, it would take about half an hour to drive from the village to the current location.

Wang Lin actually wanted to take a bus to save trouble, but there was no bus leading to them at all.

"I would have worked in these factories..." Looking at the endless factory buildings and plaques one after another, Wang Bo couldn't hide his envy.

As the largest textile industry cluster in Zheng City, it is organized by the state and has tens of thousands of workers. It is precisely because of the existence of these national cotton textile mills that it has established the status of Zheng City Textile City in one fell swoop.

But these were of no use to Wang Lin, and he did not envy the workers here at all.
Chapter completed!