Rebirth to 80s: Daughter-in-law is a Bit Spicy

Chapter 103: : Sales frustrated (1 more)

The weather in Shangdu was joking with Xia Xiaolan. It had already begun to cool down before, or the woolen coat could sell well.

In the blink of an eye, it was a few days of sunny days, and the two kinds of clothing, the cold-proof suit and the duck down jacket, did not show any particularity until the temperature dropped. The colors are quite bright. When asked about the price, the cold-proof clothes cost 45 yuan, and the duck down jackets cost 55 yuan.

"This jacket is too expensive!"

Jacket?

Xia Xiaolan had to explain to the guests carefully, but most of them watched the excitement, and none of them really started.

Fortunately, Xia Xiaolan also bought other clothes, and started to sell them one after another. Even the profitable ones turned into more than 5,300, plus the leftovers from the previous time, the whole still has a little over 6,500. She ran to Yangcheng and took nearly 4,000 goods, but she didn't even double the benefits... The winter clothes and duck down jackets weighed on more than 1,000 points of payment. If they were able to sell smoothly, they should be able to collect another 2,500 yuan.

The entire cost is not enough 10,000, can it successfully support a store?

To fill up the three fronts and gain fame in the business community in one fell swoop, at least two to three hundred pieces of clothes are needed.

The goods she takes are not cheap, whether it is a woolen coat with an average price of more than 50 yuan, or a cold-proof suit and a duck down jacket with an average price of about 25 yuan, 200 pieces of goods are estimated to cost seven to eight thousand yuan. Coupled with sweaters and trousers, the walls of the three facades will not be empty. Dozens of sweaters and dozens of trousers are about 2,000 yuan!

The total cost is nearly 10,000 yuan. Self-employed people like her from other provinces, not large national units, have to pay as much as they want to get-cold-proof clothing and down jackets can be sold smoothly, and the expected profit will be obtained. The money in hand It's enough to get the goods. But the facades of the three rooms cannot be renovated, and there is no decoration style at this time. The small building of the No. 3 National Cotton Factory is idle and must be renovated before opening.

Simply paint the walls, level the ground, and hold a big light bulb?

Then she might as well still set up a street stall.

On the premise of saving costs as much as possible, the decoration must be high-end, and the merchants must be proud of buying clothes in the store, and the wholesale price of 20 yuan must be turned over to 50... Xia Xiaolan is not a black heart, in business words Shang, she doesn't sell food and oil and other necessities for survival, and she can definitely afford the price if she can buy such expensive clothes.

Positioning is mid-to-high-end, is it 20 yuan to get the goods and sell it for 25 yuan?

Excluding the round-trip ticket and freight, she is simply doing charity!

She already has a rough shape of the decoration in her heart, but she doesn't know the specific situation of the shop. Basic decoration requires money, repurchasing clothes racks, and putting on shelves also cost money. If the store can get it, it will be incredibly fragrant when it opens successfully a year ago.

It's more likely that this shop couldn't get it a year ago, and Xia Xiaolan knew that his uncle was making water mill work with the leaders of the Third National Cotton Factory.

The deputy director was in charge of the division of houses for the employees of the National Cotton Plant No. 3, and the National Cotton Plant had a big business, so Xia Xiaolan couldn't figure out why a small building would be idle. It stands to reason that it should have been full of employees. Although the Third National Cotton Factory has a family building, who would think that the house is too spacious?

Xia Xiaolan could only stand in the street, waiting for the good news from Liu Yong.

Fortunately, Zhus family didnt bother her either. She set up a stall like a guerrilla fighting for another shot. A few days later, she took the goods for the third time, except for the winter clothes and duck down jackets.

Liu Fen looked at those clothes over and over at night, always worried that they would not be sold.

Xia Xiaolan knew that urgency was useless, she could only wait for the temperature to drop now.

The pig feet that Li Fengmei brought from the country were stewed and eaten. Xia Xiaolan still missed the taste. Liu Fen still sells oil residue. Xia Xiaolan chopped up some spare ribs and braised it in the pot. Liu Fen is thin and thin, and is nutritionally guaranteed. After the strong ultraviolet season, it seems to have turned white.

Riding a bicycle, the wind was very uncomfortable on her face. Xia Xiaolan felt sorry for her mother and bought a warm scarf, gloves, and hat three-piece suit. When riding the bicycle, she wrapped her face and only exposed the part of her eyes. She also bought a small box of cream for Liu Fen and Li Fengmei, and applied it on her face and hands. The fragrance made them both uncomfortable.

"How cheap is clam oil."

Clam oil is packed in a small shell-shaped box. The small box only costs a few cents, and the large box is less than 1 cent. Even urban workers with relatively high economic pressure can buy it to wipe their hands and face. Li Fengmei also uses it in the country. Liu Fen has never seen it before. When she was in the Xia family, she didn't have any money at her disposal. She wiped her hands with clam oil, which was probably the treatment that Zhang Cui and Wang Jingui had.

When Xia Xiaolan "woke up," her impression of Liu Fen, except for her black, thin and shriveled hands, was her hands full of cracks. After leaving Qijing Village, Xia Xiaolan didn't have to do farm work, and Xia Xiaolan began to take care of Liu Fen. Wash your hands with hot water and soap repeatedly, cut your nails to the shortest length, apply a thick layer of clam oil, and wrap your hands with a hot towel.

Heat can open the pores, and the clam oil locks the moisture. Every time you wash your hands, you must apply clam oil. Apply it before going to bed at night, and then wear clean cotton gloves to sleep... It's just less than half a month, Liu Fen's hands have recovered a lot.

She still didn't let Liu Fen touch cold water, and mixed hot water as much as possible for washing and cooking.

Honeycomb briquettes cost less than a few dollars, and an aluminum kettle is used for hot water from morning to night. Of course, more often Xia Xiaolan will rush to do the work by herself, although her cooking skills are not good, she can't make noodles by hand, and she can't cook dried noodles?

Buy some good lard suet, cut into small pieces and boil it into lard. Put the oil and oil residue together in an enamel tank. When eating noodles, use chopsticks to pick a small piece in a bowl, put some soy sauce and spring onions, and heat it. The aroma of the soup floats all over the room as soon as the soup is added, so the noodles cooked in this way will not be too unpleasant. There are also half-fat and half-meat meats that are diced and boiled into simmered meat, which is the advanced version of lard noodles.

The cooking skills are not enough for the ingredients to come together. Anyway, Liu Fen doesn't eat enough pork, and he doesn't need Xia Xiaolan's good craftsmanship.

Xia Xiaolan's cold-proof clothes and duck down jackets can't be sold, so she didn't go out of the stall at all today, so she could review at home with peace of mind. When the ribs were simmered, Liu Fen rode his bicycle home. There was a strong smell of oil residue in the basket.

"Have you cooked?"

Liu Fen smelled the scent of spare ribs, put the bicycle in the yard and Xia Xiaolan said casually:

"Are you Grandma Yu back?"

Grandma Yu was not close to the mother and daughter, and Liu Fen thought of her as an lonely old lady, who always had to look after her twice. Just ask Grandma Yu for anything delicious, although Grandma Yu didn't appreciate it once.

Grandma Yu was sweeping the street. She should have come back at this time. I didn't see it today. Taking a closer look, Grandma Yus broom was placed in the corner. The door of the room is closed from the inside rather than locked from the outside. When do people come back? Xia Xiaolan went to buy food at noon, read a book the whole afternoon, and did not hear anything... Grandma Yu is also getting old, at this time she can't care if she is passionate about sticking to her ass, Xia Xiaolan yelled "Grandma Yu" twice. There is no movement inside.

She knocked **** the door, but there was still no movement in the room.

Liu Fen looked in from the crack in the window, "...There is someone on the bed!"

The door of the room was locked from the inside. Grandma Yu was very vigilant. She had to lock the door after taking a nap during the day. Xia Xiaolan shouted a few more times and still refused to agree. She kicked the door open with her foot.

Even this movement did not wake people up, Xia Xiaolan estimated that the situation was not very good. Put your hand under your nose and breathe... Xia Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief:

"Mom, let's take people to the hospital quickly!"

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