Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 69 Handover (thanks to Jiang JDC for the reward and monthly pass)

When returning to the commune, He Ping went to the post office.

Mao Chunhua was overjoyed to see He Ping. He Ping hadn't participated in the reading club for a long time.

"He Ping, why are you here?" Mao Chunhua put down the notebook in his hand and asked happily.

"I'm here to make a call, what are you doing?"

"Oh, you haven't come to the study club for a long time."

Mao Chunhua said, with a little sadness in her words.

She picked up the notebook and showed He Ping a look, "Draw something when I'm bored."

"Hehe, I didn't realize that you still have talent, the painting is really good."

"My former teacher graduated from Lumei." After showing off, Mao Chunhua asked again: "When will you come to the reading club?"

"Hi! I've been a little busy for a while, and I'll definitely go there when the two days are over."

He Ping's explanation made Mao Chunhua very happy, and he said overjoyedly: "Then it's settled, if you don't come next time, I will go to your house to find you."

"Got it, my lord president." He Ping smiled.

"What will grow up, who is yours, the smooth-tongued one."

He Ping's words made Mao Chunhua's cheeks fly, and said angrily.

He Ping secretly gave himself a mouthful to let you talk, "Chunhua, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that, it was just a quick talk."

Mao Chunhua's attitude changed quickly, and his expression of shame and anger just now turned calm, "I know, it's okay. You can call first."

The woman turned her face like a book, "Okay."

He Ping dialed the number of the regional printing factory, and after waiting for a few minutes, Liang Yuejin's voice came from the opposite side, "Brother He Ping? I am Liang Yuejin!"

"Hey! Yuejin, I'm He Ping."

"You have called, otherwise I would have gone to Ping County to find you."

"Look for me | What are you doing, how are the copybooks selling?"

"It's okay." When He Ping inquired about the sales of the copybooks, Liang Yuejin's voice could not suppress the excitement. Maybe he was afraid that the people around him would hear him, so he suppressed his voice and said, "It's almost a thousand copies this week. It's a set of copybooks."

No wonder Liang Yuejin was so excited, a thousand sets of pen copybooks cost 1000 yuan, and He Ping gave them a commission of 300 cents per copybook, which meant that Liang Yuejin and the others earned [-] yuan a week, which was more than he did in a year. The salary is even more.

He Ping didn't know how many people in Liang Yuejin's group divided the money, but he thought it would be quite a lot. He Ping had seen those guys when he went to Yingcheng twice before.

"Okay. Yuejin, good job."

He Ping is also very happy that the copybooks are selling well. Although he won't make a penny from the copybook business, he has a different sense of accomplishment being able to solve the difficult school conditions of Dingtun Primary School.

"I'll go to Yingcheng in two days. I have something else I want to ask you to do besides copybooks."

"What's the matter?"

He Ping told Liang Yuejin about the Hantun chicken farm.

"Success!" Liang Yuejin was very happy. You must know that tickets are required to buy eggs in this era. If he was caught selling eggs personally, he would be speculative, but the advantage is that his eggs do not require tickets and are definitely more competitive than eggs from non-staple food stores. The reason is that the customer does not need a ticket to sell goods with him.

The main reason why He Ping chooses to give priority to shipping to supply and marketing cooperatives and non-staple food stores is that the production of eggs in chicken farms is too large, and it may not be possible to sell them in ten days and a half months if he sells them on the street alone. Egg production per day on a chicken farm.

But Liang Yuejin also has his advantages. These days, the city must consume most of the eggs. Rural families are reluctant to buy eggs to eat. There are a few chickens at home, and a few eggs on weekdays are enough.In some families with poor conditions, the hens have to save up their eggs and send them to non-staple food stores or supply and marketing cooperatives to exchange for money.And Liang Yuejin, as the son of a local factory in Yingcheng, and his father is the factory manager, he is perfect for starting this kind of business.

"Well, let's make an agreement. I will go to Yingcheng the day after tomorrow, and we will talk about it in detail then."

"Okay, that's it. I'll wait for you at the gate of the factory the day after tomorrow."

The two hung up the phone after speaking.

He Ping ignored Mao Chunhua's slightly resentful eyes, said a few words, and hurried away.

After coming out of the post office, He Ping went straight to Dingtun Primary School. He came this time to discuss with Principal Wang about the income from pens and copybooks.

At the beginning, He Ping decided to do this out of good intentions. Now that the sales of copybooks are on the right track, and the income is increasing day by day, he has to hand over the business, and it is easy to cause problems if he holds it in his own hands.

"Writer He is here." Principal Wang warmly greeted He Ping as soon as he saw him.

"Come here and talk to you."

"Come on, sit down."

The two sat down, and He Ping said, "The copybook business has not been clarified before. Now that the copybook business is on the right track, I want to come over and have a handover with you."

Principal Wang was a little surprised, "It was done so quickly?"

"Get some friends to help."

Principal Wang rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "Speaking of which, I really troubled you, Writer He, for running back and forth about our school's affairs, but we, the school's faculty and staff, did not help at all."

He Ping smiled and said, "It's just a coincidence that I had such an idea, and I happened to meet some friends who are willing to help. You don't have to take it too seriously, it's all for the children."

"It's all for the children..." Principal Wang chewed the last sentence over and over again, with a touch of emotion on his face, "Your words really make me feel ashamed, as the head of a school..."

He Ping interrupted Principal Wang, "Don't say that, we are all for the school and for the children."

"I..." Principal Wang still wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it down. He didn't say anything else, but held He Ping's hand firmly, and didn't let go for a long time.

He Ping waited until Principal Wang's inner emotions calmed down, and then said: "I have recorded all the income from copybooks in my notebook, you can take a look. In addition, the business of copybooks will last for a long time, and the school must be formal. Get up and find someone to take charge of this."

He Ping's words made Principal Wang feel difficult, "There are only four teachers in this school, and each of them has several jobs. There is no extra manpower to take care of this matter."

"The production of copybooks can be handed over to the regional printing factory, and our school can assign a person to coordinate production and sales."

Principal Wang hesitated for a while, "Writer He, I really don't know anything about business, so I still have the audacity to ask you to give me some advice."

He Ping had already guessed this result. After all, Principal Wang was only the principal of a rural elementary school, and he had never been to a county town in his life. How could he know how to deal with such a business matter.

"I think you can ask the captains of several brigades to make a charter together."

After listening to He Ping's words, Principal Wang nodded repeatedly, "You are right, you should ask the leaders of the various brigades. However, for such a big matter, I think Director Mao has to be the master. This is not a trivial matter."

(End of this chapter)