Zhao Dahai woke up and saw that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. He shook his head. He was too tired and got up immediately. As soon as he arrived in the yard, he heard his grandma Zhong Cuihua talking to someone.
"Yo!"
"These mussels are so good! So fat and big!"
"It can be sold at a good price!"
……
"Humph!"
"Lei Dayou is just lazy and doesn't make any money."
……
Zhao Dahai walked out and saw that it was Ma Hongyu and Lei Dayou. His grandmother was turning over the mussel meat that was drying on the dustpan and straw mat. Ma Hongyu was talking and helping.
"The sea!"
"Wake up!"
When Ma Hongyu saw Zhao Dahai coming out, she immediately smiled and said hello.
Lei Dayou took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Dahai.
Zhao Dahai immediately shook his head and blocked it with his hand. He didn't smoke. He squatted down and pinched the mussel meat. The sun was dry and the sea wind was strong, so the moisture was reduced a lot. It was a bit hard and it could be dried in two or three days.
Do it.
"The sea!"
"You still have brains."
Lei Da lit up his cigarette and took a puff. He looked at the mussel meat on the big dustpans and straw mats in front of him and felt a little complicated. The low tide every year is a good opportunity for various villages to dig mussels. Everyone can
Get a hundred and eighty kilograms, but everyone goes ashore and sells it directly to buyers, and few sell it themselves.
"How can a one hundred and eighty kilogram thing be worth the effort?"
Zhao Dahai smiled. The dried mussels are only one-tenth of the fresh ones. In the village, each person digs no more than 180 kilograms of mussels. The weaker ones only have 40 to 50 kilograms, and the more lazy ones can only dig up to 100 kilograms.
The dried food will only weigh seven or eight pounds and will not exceed ten pounds.
The price of mussels is not high. When the tide is low, there are too many people digging for it. Buyers take the opportunity to lower the price. A pound of mussels will not cost more than five yuan, and smaller ones will only cost two or three yuan. The price of dry goods will not be less than five yuan.
Ten yuan per catty. Take a hundred catties as an example, dry goods can be sold for four to five hundred yuan, and fresh goods can generally be sold for three hundred yuan, which is about the same. Excluding the labor, it is not cost-effective. You won't make much money, and it is not worth the effort.
Suffer it, if you have this time to do something else, maybe you can make more money or it will be more cost-effective.
Why would you bring it back to dry? The key is that the quantity is large enough, more than one thousand kilograms. A thousand kilograms of fresh goods can only be sold for 500 yuan. The dry goods are different. You hold them in your own hands. You can sell them earlier or later, no.
There is such a thing as price reduction. Another key point is that it can produce dry goods weighing 70, 80 or even 100 jins. For fifty-one jins, it can cost as little as 3,000 to as much as 5,000. The laborious process of cooking and drying is very cost-effective. "That's right!"
"A hundred and eighty pounds is not worth it, but a thousand pounds and eighty pounds is different!"
Lei Dayou's expression became even more complex. One look at the amount of mussels dried on the dustpan and straw mat, and he knew that Zhao Dahai had pulled back more than a thousand kilograms of mussels on a motorcycle. He pulled the mussels under the motorcycle.
?Who would have thought of this? But, this is what Zhao Dahai does, and he can really run a motorcycle in the sea.
The sun rises higher and higher.
Zhao Dahai squatted on the threshold of the yard with a bowl and sipped porridge. It was already noon, so he might as well eat two meals in one. Lei Dayou and Ma Hongyu had left early, but from time to time, people from the village would come to the yard and walk around.
Let’s take a look at the mussels that are drying in the sun. Grandma Zhong Cuihua is wearing a straw hat and is turning the mussels. This thing needs to be turned over from time to time to dry it evenly and sell it at a good price.
Zhao Dahai took a piece of salted fish and took a bite. He looked down at the sea in the distance, which was now full of sea water. The next low tide would be full of motorcycles. Why didn't the people in the village do this? In front of him
No one can imagine that the sea is full of sand or mud, and it would be difficult for a person to walk even a few steps on a bicycle. But it is different in front of my village. There is a place where the sand and rocks are mixed together, and a motorcycle can really run.
.Don’t want to give up a motorcycle? It depends on whether you can make money. If you can make money, you must be willing to give it up. Why do people in the village come from time to time to hang out in their yards? They just want to see how many mussels they can pull back in a day. Don’t look at it.
I have not read many books, but I am not stupid. On the contrary, I am smart. I will know immediately whether I can do this after doing the calculation. Don’t say that if you have a big family, you can make a lot of money. You will make a lot of money now.
Thousand yuan? I made a motorcycle in one day, who can’t figure it out clearly? Don’t say that you are willing to pay three to five thousand yuan for a motorcycle, maybe someone will buy a small three-wheel or something, this is terrible
It's not impossible.
"Grandma!"
"Take a break!"
Zhao Dahai shouted.
Zhong Cuihua turned over them all before giving up.
Zhao Dahai pulled a short stool next to him.
“It’s really big!”
"It can be sold at a good price."
"It's a pity that there are too many people on the next trip and it won't be easy!"
Zhong Cuihua took off her straw hat and fanned herself with a fan in her right hand. The weather was hot, so it would be cooler like this.
"Grandma!"
"Let's not join in the fun next time! Do something else, or take a nap at home."
Zhao Dahai was very happy. His grandmother was not stupid at all, she was shrewd. When she saw that she had brought back so many mussels in this trip, especially the people in the village who came in waves, she knew that the next time the tide went out, the whole village would be affected.
People swarmed forward, and other surrounding villages also did not let go. There were indeed many mussels in the sea, but they couldn't hold up more people. Everyone wanted to have a big fight. There were too many monks and too little rice, so there must not be much for everyone. Are you sure you can catch them?
This is impossible. There are too many people, but few are making money, or they see that hard work is not worth it. There are too few people, and the wildfires cannot be burned out. The spring breeze blows again, and the mussels grow again.
"Okay!"
"We won't join in the fun."
Zhong Cuihua patted her knees and squinted at the mussels drying on the dustpan and straw mat not far away. She made thousands of yuan in a few days, and the hard work was worth it.
Sun Minghua glanced at the mussels drying in front of Zhao Dahai's house, pushed open the courtyard door and entered the house. He put down the fishing net, walked to the faucet, turned it on, lowered his head and drank directly, until he had a full stomach.
Sun Minghua wiped his mouth, sat down on the threshold of the hall, picked up the hookah on the wall, lit it, and started smoking heavily, his face was very ugly. Zhao Dahai looked like a different person, from a village.
, he looked at everything, and after calculating the accounts, he knew that he had made a lot of money in less than half a month. It was okay for other people to make money, and they were just jealous to death, but he had offended Zhao Dahai, Zhao Dahai
The better your life, the more trouble you will have.
"What the hell!"
"Who would have thought this kid could be so capable?"
The more Sun Minghua thought about it, the more he regretted it. It was really not worth it to offend Zhao Dahai even a little bit, but it had already been done and the water thrown out could not be taken back.
It's getting late.
Zhao Dahai turned over the mussel meat. It has been dried for about 70% of the day. He will dry it for another day tomorrow and then sell it for money. When he thinks that he is one step closer to saving enough money to repair the fishing boat, he can't help but get excited and looks forward to it very much.
When she saw grandma Zhong Cuihua coming out, she smiled and said that she had just read it again.
Zhong Cuihua walked to the dustpan, reached out and grabbed a few mussels, squeezed them hard, and nodded, they were drying well.