After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 295 295 The Pencil Sharpener Project
Zhao Ercheng and the others all laughed.

"Harvesting wheat is not an easy task."

Especially for little girls with delicate skin and tender meat.

Zhao Ercheng thought, when Zhao Yuanle experienced it himself tomorrow, he would know.

A group of people went home, and continued to eat noodles this evening, and the scorpion was left over from the fried meat at noon.

Zhao Yuanle saw He Ju and the noodles, so he asked about dried noodles.

He Ju: "When we buy dried noodles, we also include the labor cost in it. We make it ourselves and save some money."

Zhao Yuanle felt that it was very tiring to cook after being busy with a lot of farm work.

She decided to go to the county next time to buy some dried noodles and come back.

In this way, if you want to eat a small bowl of noodles in the morning, just add water and cook it, how convenient.

Wu Lin didn't go back.

He Ju felt that he had helped, so at least he had to save a meal.

Wu Lin simply said thank you, then took out his own bowls and chopsticks from the bag he brought, followed by a talk about how to wash his bowls and chopsticks.

He Ju: "..."

For the first time, people who think they look good-looking talk a lot.

Zhao Yuanlan couldn't help but take a second look at the beautiful Wu Lin again, but she wasn't as excited as before.

Because, she later realized that no matter how good-looking she is, she still has to poop and pee. She imagined how she usually pooped and peed, and thought it was better to forget it.

There is no such thing as a good-looking person in this world.

In the future, she should look at good-looking people from a distance.

While the family was eating noodles, Zhao Yuanle aimed at Wu Lin.

"You're going home after dinner, right?"

Wu Lin nodded: "Yes."

He doesn't want to sleep in someone else's bed.

He Ju breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating the noodles, Wu Lin washed his bowls and chopsticks again, dried them with a cloth, stuffed them back into his bag, took a last look at Zhao Yuanle, walked out of Zhao's house, and went home alone.

Seeing his self-centered and smooth movements, everyone fell into silence.

Yao'er's words broke the silence.

"Tomorrow, will he come to cut the wheat?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Never mind him, anyway, I won't give you salary."

The rest of the Zhao family also agreed.

After agreeing, he started to clear the dinner table, and Zhao Yuanle gave his father a look.

Zhao Ercheng: "Lele, what happened to your eyes?"

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Zhao Yuankang snorted, he felt that Zhao Yuanle didn't have to do this.

"It's all a family, what are you afraid of?"

Zhao Yuanle looked at Zhao Yuanlan who was listening quietly.

She hehe.

"I'm not afraid of other people, but I'm afraid of Xiao Xiaolan's big mouth."

Zhao Yuanlan expressed dissatisfaction.

"Where did I talk too much? I have never said anything about my family."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then you promise, you are not allowed to go outside and say a little bit today."

Zhao Yuanlan nodded fiercely: "I promise!"

That being the case, Zhao Yuanle took out the pencil sharpener he had made.

When Yao'er saw this, his eyes lit up.

Zhao Ercheng was very happy.

"That's it? Did someone from that shop deliver the item?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded, and then demonstrated the use of the pencil sharpener in front of everyone.

Yao'er was very happy. He took the small pencil sharpener and tried it with a pencil himself.

Facts have proved that the pencil sharpener is really convenient. Even if Yaoer is a child with small hands and little strength, it is easy to use and the sharpened pen is also very good.

The rest of the family looked at this thing with wonder in their eyes, and they wanted to try it too.

Zhao Yuanle: "Isn't the new school going to be established? In a county, there are still hundreds of students.

These students have to write with a pencil first, so we can sell a pencil sharpener, a pencil sharpener, the cost is not high, and we will definitely be able to sell a lot by then. "

Zhao Yuankang: "How much does it cost?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Wood and blades are still cheap, and the expensive ones are small screws, but if we make a lot of them, the more we buy, the cheaper the price will be.

I estimated just now that a pencil sharpener sells for [-] cents, and we earn [-] cents a penknife regardless of the cost. "

He Ju felt that the price was a bit expensive.

"A small blade only costs ten cents. Who would pay several times more to buy this? Besides, those who go to school are at least five or six years old, and they are not as young as Yao'er."

Zhao Yuanle smiled: "There are always those who are reluctant to use their own children to cut them with a blade, so they can buy them for one person. Are other children greedy when they see it?

A pencil sharpener costs [-] cents and lasts for a long time, which is still affordable for most families.

In a county, hundreds of them are sold, which is a few silver dollars. "

Zhao Yuanlan clicked her tongue: "I make so many small things and sell them all, so it's about the same as the money I make from essential oils..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanle gave Zhao Yuanlan a brainstorm.

"Your vision is quite high, a few silver dollars can buy pigs, enough for you to eat meat, I don't know how long.

Besides, there are not only a few hundred students in the county, and other scholars will also write pencils in the future, and they may also buy them.

And there will be children going to school every year in the future, so there will be such a group of people buying it every year. "

Zhao Yuanle knew it clearly. She stroked her chin and thought about the future.

"In the future, more and more pencils will be used. Let's sell them first. Once we are famous, we can sell them to other places. There are still many people in other counties, including provincial capitals.

This thing is not afraid of damage, and it is easy to transport. It will definitely be sold far away in the future, and maybe it can be sold all over the country. "

As she spoke, she picked up the pencil sharpener and took a look.

"Now this one is relatively rough. In the future, depending on who sells it, we can make high-end ones, expensive ones, and earn more."

After hearing Zhao Yuanle's words, the whole family looked at the pencil sharpener in a different way.

Zhao Yuankang asked a question.

"Then, the first thing to do is to sell it, who will sell it?"

Zhao Yuanle looked at Zhao Yuankang.

"Why do you think I want to bet you with a slingshot?"

Zhao Yuankang is not very confident.

"Then what if I can't sell it?"

Zhao Yuanle shrugged: "If you can't sell it, you won't lose money. At worst, you can sell it to someone else, or sell it to those shop owners."

Zhao Ercheng walked over and patted Zhao Yuankang on the shoulder.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid of losing money. You can try it. If you really make it, you will be a big boss in the future, so decent."

Zhao Yuankang laughed.

Boss this...

Zhao Ercheng added: "If you take more dowry money, won't you marry that girl back?"

Zhao Yuankang's smile paused.

He really doesn't have any feelings for that girl, because when he thinks of that girl, he thinks of that day...

It's better to forget.

Seeing that everyone was happy, Zhao Yuanle felt that he had to remind everyone.

"But we haven't sold the name yet, so get this pencil sharpener quietly, and you can't tell others, understand?"

She focused on Zhao Yuanlan.

Zhao Yuanlan: "Oh, I get it, I get it..."

She has a tight mouth.

(End of this chapter)