C11 Distribution

Yang Xiuyuan knew what Jiang Youcai was worried about. He was afraid that if he took the money, it would affect his reputation, and he wouldn't be able to afford a house in the future.

If it was really because of the river sand, he wouldn't be able to be a contractor, and it wouldn't be worth it.

This wasn't easy to solve.

Actually, this kind of problem was very easy to solve for those who often ran outside. It was a rebate!

However, Jiang Youcai and Yang Xiuyuan were both bumpkins. The furthest place they went was the city, so they had no idea what was going on inside.

Yang Chenxuan explained, "Uncle Jiang, how much do we sell you for? We won't tell anyone. But how much do you sell other people for a car? All you need to do is pull away a car of sand. We'll give you the receipt. Five, four, eight, four five. You told us in advance, so we'll give you the price you wanted. "

"On the tenth of every month, my dad comes to you with the account book to settle accounts and settle the number of cars last month. Only the two of us know about this. Our family still needs your help to introduce it, so naturally we won't reveal the price."

That's a good idea!

Jiang Youcai's eyes lit up. He had already agreed in his heart, but he still looked at Yang Xiuyuan. After all, Yang Xiuyuan was the leader of the Yang family now.

No matter how stupid Yang Xiuyuan was, he understood that he should express his stance now. "Old Jiang, that's what I meant too. I'm the dumbest, I can't explain it clearly!"

Jiang Youcai said with a smile, "That's because I won't listen to you. If you don't understand, then eat the apple!"

Jiang Youcai took two apples from the table and gave them to the two men. "About the sofa, I'll ask about it tomorrow. We can talk about it more or less. After all, they were all in River Sand in Hongfeng Village. I suddenly asked them to change places. I also need to tell the owner who built the house. "

Yang Chenxuan immediately said, "Uncle Jiang, actually, I didn't make it clear just now. My dad should have said that he would give us the money first. If you only want a cart of River Sand at such a low price, we would lose money."

" So, four pieces is the price of fifty cars at a time, and you have to pay in advance. We want four pieces and five pieces for less than fifty cars, and we can pay for them in one cart. "

Jiang Youcai's face slightly stiffened.

Yang Chenxuan continued, "For these fifty cars, you can give them to Zhang San and ten cars, and Li Si to five cars. No matter how many places you buy, we will charge you fifty cars per car."

"You should understand us. If you remember one car at a time, Jiang Youcai said. We will charge you one car at a time. If we mix, it will be hard for us to settle accounts. Countdown. Fifty, we just need to calculate how many fifty cars you've pulled. There won't be any problems with the accounts in the future. "

"After all, brothers settle accounts openly. If we don't get along because of the accounts, wouldn't that hurt the harmony between us?"

After Yang Chenxuan said those words, Jiang Youcai also felt that it made sense. It was just that it was a bit troublesome to pay first.

It was very easy for Jiang Youcai to gather 50 carts of river sand.

Jiang Youcai smiled and said, "Xuan, your brain is really good. Alright, I agree. I'll go and ask tomorrow."

Jiang Youcai agreed. The next thing he wanted to do was to say a few polite words. Yang Xiuyuan stood up and said goodbye.

After Yang Chenxuan and Yang Xiuyuan left, Jiang Youcai immediately went to find a pen and paper. He laid down on the table and started counting. After a long while, he was afraid that he would make a mistake. He pulled his son, Jiang Chengjie, who was studying in junior high school, over and said, "Give me a count. I will earn fifty to eighty cents per car. How much can fifty cars earn? "

Jiang Chengjie glanced at his father. "Is it fifty or eighty cents?"

Jiang Youcai suddenly felt that his son was stupid. He did not expect Yang Chenxuan to come and cause trouble, so he said, "50 cents is considered once, and 80 cents is considered once."

Jiang Chengjie had no choice but to count with grievance. This was only a primary school question. Soon, it was out. "50 cents per car, 25 cents. 80 cents per car, 40 bucks."

Jiang Youcai's eyes lit up. He said to his wife, "Tomorrow, go and buy some meat. I want to treat a few people to a meal the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Youcai's wife glanced at him and said with some dissatisfaction, "You're drunk again?"

Jiang Youcai glared at his wife and said, "What do you know? The Yang family has given us a way to earn money. I'm going to talk to a few contractors and ask them to come here and buy some river sand. I can make money! If they agree, it won't be a problem for them to earn one to two hundred a month."

" That much? " Jiang Youcai's wife was shocked.

Jiang Youcai took out another cigarette and said, "I think there are so many of them. Also, what I said to Yang and the others today, don't go out and talk nonsense, got it? Don't earn some money and go out to show off."

After saying that, Jiang Youcai glared at his son. "You too, don't go out and talk nonsense. If you dare to say a word, I'll smoke you!"

Jiang Youcai's wife was a little dissatisfied. "Why are you angry with your son? He didn't do anything."

Jiang Youcai sighed with envy. "I just hate him for not being able to live up to his expectations!"

"He's the third place in the class!"

Jiang Youcai was also proud of his son's results, but when he thought of Yang Chenxuan, his pride disappeared without a trace. "What's the use of being the third place? If Yang Chenxuan is half smart, I will burn my incense."

...

On the way home, Yang Xiuyuan was still in a dilemma. "Son, how many people do you think Old Jiang can find for us?"

Yang Chenxuan said indifferently, "Dad, not just a few people, but how many cars can he bring?"

"Er... Yes, how many cars? " Yang Xiuyuan still admired his son in his heart. Although those methods were easy to say, if his son didn't say it out loud, he really wouldn't think of it.

Yang Chenxuan calculated and said, "One hundred to two hundred cars is not a problem."

Yang Xiuyuan was not surprised by this number. He talked about one hundred and fifty cars a day. After all, a house cost fifty to sixty cars of river sand.

"What about the equipment?"

"The boss bid 1300 yuan. I estimate it will be around 1000 yuan."

"He will give you a discount of 300 yuan?"

The cost of that thing was not high. It was just that the current technology in China was a little worrying. The profit from retail sales was actually very high. As long as the method was used correctly, there was still room for the price to be lowered.

"Dad, don't worry! It's not a big problem."

It was almost ten o'clock when they returned home. Most of the villagers had already fallen asleep.

The next day, Yang Xiuyuan continued to look for people to talk to. There were also a few contractors who he could talk to. With Yang Chenxuan's methods and methods, he was very confident.

Yang Chenxuan drew a sketch and asked Zhang Yuehua to find all the people who dug the sand to discuss how to dig the road to the riverside. After all, more than a dozen teams had to take care of them.

Yang Chenxuan's sketch was very simple. It was similar to a "and" shape. The road at the top was built by the country. He built an intersection and entered. There was a main road in the battlefield below that ran from head to tail. He dug a path that was more than ten meters long to his own battlefield.

Everyone dug the main entrance of the battlefield and the main road in the battlefield. When they reached the paths of their respective battlefields, they would dig them themselves. All the fields belonged to Yang Chenxuan's family. You can dig however you want, as long as you don't dig holes and potholes.

In fact, digging such a path wasn't very particular. Everyone just had to fill in the places that had been cut and fill in as wide as possible.

Zhang Yuehua took the map and everyone had no objections. They decided not to dig the sand on the same day and dig all the roads.

Yang Chenxuan looked at the bustling scene and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

In the future, he would need a lot of strength to fill in all the sand here. The most difficult thing was to fill up or dig up other people's fields. There might be a dispute, but now with so many people digging together... The owner of the fields didn't look at the monk's face, but the Buddha's face. Some people were even digging their own fields.

And these were all free labor.

As long as his father talked about a few more places and dug out all the fields, he would buy the equipment and start work!