"Why didn't you bring your dog when you came here this time?"
"If I didn't bring them with me, even if I drove here, I wouldn't be able to bring them with me."
The two dogs are too big to fit in the car, so let them run after them.
This Chinese New Year is not good either.
It’s Chinese New Year. I helped take care of the babies for more than half a year last year and let them rest more.
"Where is the car parked?"
"It stopped in the town government yard. There are fewer people there and the space is larger. It's very peaceful... This pack horse was borrowed from the town."
"Okay, wash your hands quickly, let's get ready to drink."
When a family gets along, the sense of strangeness and distance has long since disappeared.
When you meet someone, you won't be overly enthusiastic, and there won't be the kind of polite concessions between outsiders.
But there was a genuine smile on his face.
I am happy to see my relatives.
Su Ligai and Guo Xinping, the two sisters-in-law, did not come to the table.
He took turns holding Kangkang and Lele and teasing them.
"Oh, they are growing up so fast. They are about four months old now, and they have started to bite people's hands."
"Haha, the two little dolls have grown up now. Look, this fat girl Lele has more pixels. Kangkang also has a little more pixels, but her eyebrows look like Lingzi..."
"Yeah, the two little dolls look different from Ruirui. The longer Ruirui grows, the more he looks like Lingzi. When we were in Chenwangzhuang, the folks there always said...
Ruirui is exactly the same as Lingzi when he was a child, except he is a little fatter and stronger. ”
This is true.
Although Ruirui may look young, her frame is thick and strong, much rounder and stronger than when Chen Ling was a child.
Especially the fleshy body, chubby and cute.
When Chen Ling was a child, he was a black boy with bright black eyes, white teeth and a clear smile.
Ruirui, on the other hand, is always mischievous and has a naughty spirit by nature.
At this time, he was already following Wang Zhenzhen and his two little cousins, pulling the tail of the family's little yellow dog.
Chen Ling and a group of senior men were just changing glasses at the wine table.
In fact, most of these New Year dinners are about talking, chatting openly, and exchanging feelings.
Especially when old men sit together, who doesn't brag a little bit, drink wine, get excited, and even talk about something special?
"After following Ling Zi to the city and seeing the world, I realized that the current market environment is really good. I really can't underestimate the rich people in society.
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Among those rich people, no one dares to spend money.
As long as the stuff is good, high-end, and has a touch of foreign style, then you really don’t have to worry about selling it. ”
"That's right. Nowadays, people say that we should not worship foreigners. But when people are developed abroad, the things they create are foreign-style and good-looking. When people see them, they feel particularly proud when they wear them.
Those rich people are rushing to buy it. ”
"No, brother, that's not what I meant. I was talking about the idea that Ling Zi had when he got that cultural shirt before, like cans and bottles transformation...
In short, it's a very simple thing. If you modify it into something foreign, you can make a lot of money.
It's not the same thing as worshiping foreigners. As long as our products are good, foreign products can't compete with ours.
In the words of you cultural people, we need to sum up the successful experience of this time.
From now on, those things that are not easy to sell will be processed.
Be more foreign-style.
It makes it difficult for us to tell the truth from the false.
You will see when the time comes, you will definitely make money. ”
After meeting this time, Wang Qingzhong seemed to have enlightened himself, and what he said was extremely insightful.
After hearing this, Chen Ling couldn't help but want to laugh.
As expected of a Chinese with a smart and flexible mind, he came up with the Madeinchina model so early.
Of course, the earliest madeinchina was the formal transfer of low-end labor-intensive manufacturing abroad.
They just came here to open low-end factories here and let the Chinese people work as cattle and horses.
Later, slowly, there were more and more pirated copies.
The same logo, the same popular style, no less foreign style.
Cheap price and good quality.
This is true in all walks of life.
Many people have made a fortune from this.
"What the second brother said does make sense."
Chen Ling laughed: "But, there are not so many cheap things like cultural shirts. We will still have to do it formally in the future."
What is a cultural shirt?
Those are defective products, fabrics and clothes that people don’t want, T-shirts and satchels that have been repurposed.
Chen Ling went to the clothing factory to buy by weight.
One pull is a tractor.
For garbage collection.
This kind of bargain hunting requires timing.
If you specifically choose this kind of thing to do, then just wait and wait for pie to fall from the sky. There are not so many such good things.
"For example, let's not talk about the new drink I made for an instant noodle factory years ago. I won't talk about the advantages of the formula. That actually doesn't matter...
What matters is the bottle style and quality.
That is, the bottle should have a western style, be streamlined and beautiful, look high-end at first sight, and be able to be used as a cup after drinking. ”
Chen Ling was talking about Liang Yuemin's company, which sold a lot of drinks a year ago.
The cost of these drinks is very low.
Each time a large pot is cooked, the sealed furnace of that equipment can be filled directly.
As much as you want.
Whether the taste is strong or light depends on the ratio of more water to less water and sugar.
On the contrary, the cost spent on bottle design and production will be more.
"And my salted duck eggs sell very well in the market. They are accumulated day by day. Regular customers know the quality, so they don't have to worry about selling good things."
Many of Chen Ling's eggs and duck eggs are nutritional supplements for gifts. They are often sent to hospitals or used to visit the elderly and children.
"But, just a year ago, I gave some to my little apprentice, and my mother reminded me to squeeze some walnut oil for him after they returned to Beigan.
I made some packaging boxes, which are quite beautiful gift boxes.
As a result, I heard that a friend of theirs had a house dedicated to receiving gifts and sold it. The salted duck eggs and walnut oil were dozens of times more expensive than here. ”
A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.
Now Chen Ling has gradually begun to pay attention to the importance of packaging. He used to be lazy and would find something to sell when he didn't have enough money.
More casual.
In fact, I also feel that it is troublesome to think too much.
But now, the business has accidentally grown, and some people have to worry and trouble for him.
All he needs to do is 'make suggestions' or come up with two beautiful design drawings.
He doesn't need to do other troublesome things.
Then naturally do whatever works best for you.
After all, he had previously felt that many of his good things had been sold at a loss.
For example, chicken and duck eggs, free-range eggs in later generations are half as expensive as ordinary feed eggs.
But what about special eggs instead?
Isn't Chen Ling's own chicken and duck eggs better than any special chicken and duck eggs?
It used to be really cheap.
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After this year, he also decided to do all these things in his spare time.
Anyway, he is now a famous person, and many people come to work for him and want to cooperate with him.
"Okay, okay, Qingzhong has figured it out now. When you and Lingzi talked about business, I couldn't get in the middle of the conversation. You even praised me for my high cultural level. What the hell am I doing?
My current level is so low that I will fall into the ravine. ”
Wang Qingwen raised his glass and said.
Everyone laughed and drank.
"As Brother said, everyone has his or her own strengths. If you ask us to teach students, we will definitely be blind."
At this time, Wang Cunye brought the fried braised pig ears and braised pig head to the table.
This is a skill he learned from Chen Ling in Chen Wangzhuang.
This thing is cheap, and it goes well with wine. It can be eaten cold or hot after braised, and it has a special flavor after frying. The old man likes it very much.
At this time, seeing his son and son-in-law having a happy conversation, he quickly sat down and started to join in the conversation.
"Lingzi can also speak in a roundabout way now. You wouldn't praise me so much before..."
When Chen Ling heard what his uncle said, he rolled his eyes in his heart. It was before. You beat me so hard before. Can I give you a good word?
But this is just what I thought about in my heart.
He smiled and said: "What the eldest brother said, in fact, you and the second brother are both famous for their talents, and they are both good at studying. It can be seen from Zhenzhen that in our family we all have the talent for studying and studying. .
They were all restricted and delayed by previous social conditions.
Susu and I just thought that after the new year, we would see if we could find a university to take classes..."
"Huh? Going to college?"
The two brothers were stunned for a moment.
Wang Cunye also stopped his chopsticks and was stunned.
"Yes, brother, haven't you ever written prose by yourself before? I will sort it out when the time comes, or write something when you are free, and I will find someone to publish it for you.
If you can write some collection of essays or stories, publishing will not be a problem. ”
Chen Ling said with a smile: "Brother, your writing skills are much better than mine. I remember the sentence you wrote... The scream was like a sharp blade cutting through the sky, and then exploding on our heads, and the fragments were shot out one after another. Towards the distance...
Susu showed me the yellowed composition text, and I read it for half an afternoon, reading it with great interest. ”
Wang Qingwen has written something before. Even though he is a mathematics teacher, he also has some literary dreams in his heart.
He wrote about witnessing the funeral of an elder in the village when he was a child.
A bit evil.
The kind that's possessed by a ghost.
Also during the burial, the fake corpse scares people.
But Chen Ling did not elaborate on the content during the Chinese New Year.
He only said one sentence that impressed me.
But just this sentence made Wang Qingwen extremely excited: "You, you can still remember what I wrote..."
Who doesn't want to be recognized?
Wang Qingwen was no exception, and then asked: "I really want to write recently, but other teachers say that my prose is useless. Can I really publish it?"
"Yes, just be confident."
Chen Ling looked sure and raised his glass: "Here, drink, just write."
In fact, Wang Qingwen's prose is indeed a bit hazy and obscure, with a touch of unnecessary moaning.
But the short story is so well written.
Full of supernatural atmosphere.
Chen Ling admired him very much.
He feels that he is very talented, and his Chinese scores have always been among the best in high school.
But the writing style is still much worse than that of my uncle.
The main reason is that my uncle is serious, he can write a story in half a year, and he is willing to spend time pondering, revising and polishing it.
Of course...
That was before marriage.
Now with Chen Ling's encouragement, he has regained his confidence.
Chen Ling never tells lies or brags in this regard.
With Zhao Yubao here, publishing and publishing are no matter how small the issue is.
And then there is...
Chen Ling himself also thought that their local folklore and other stories could be carried forward by his uncle in the future.
Wolf Bazi, yellow-throated marten, the more evil things are, the more worthy of writing.
He lacks this kind of imagination and cannot write. He can only record.
……
Pushing the cup and changing the cup, it's fun.
It was lively until the afternoon.
Wang Qingwen finally couldn't help it, and he didn't care whether it was the Chinese New Year or not. He said directly: "We often go to Zhuguo County next door. We heard that there are things in the mountains over there that are building a platform in the mountains."
Fenglei Town is at the edge of Lingyun County. Very few people from here go to Lingyun County. They all go to Zhuguo County next door.
It can be reached by walking for half a day with a pack horse, it is very close.
"Things in the mountains build a platform? Animals build a platform? Is it an earthen platform? Or is it made of stone?"
Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, no, brother, I mean the processing of folklore and art. Could it be that such evil things really exist?
"People say the earth platform was built by ghosts. You can't pass by it at night. If you pass by it at night, you will get lost and go in circles. The ghosts will hit the wall and you will not be able to get out."
Wang Qingwen said seriously: "There are a lot of strange things in the mountains. Dad knows more. Didn't you watch him every day and listen to his stories?" (End of Chapter)