Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 850 - 840. Who is the real profiteer after all?

Chapter 850: 840. Who is the real profiteer after all?

Sell fishing bait?

Zhang Yanping looked at Loach Brother with suspicion, then turned to look at Seventh Uncle: "Do we put earthworms in our bait mixture?"

"Pah pah pah!" Seventh Uncle would never allow anyone to insult his craftsmanship like that! Even if it was just a simple mix for making a fishing spot, it was a mixture of beans and rice grains, how could earthworms possibly be included?

Isn’t that just mixing meat with vegetables haphazardly?

Zhang Yanping was baffled then: "If you didn’t add earthworms, what’s in there that can be used as fish bait?"

Could it be that he didn’t understand fishing and his common sense was flawed?

Loach Brother glanced at him proudly—as if boasting, yet somewhat looking down on him: "You, you are a university graduate from a prestigious school, can’t you think outside the box?"

"Must it be earthworms to fish? Aren’t sorghum grains strung together just as effective?"

Zhang Yanping: ...

Seventh Uncle: ...

At this point, both those who knew how to fish and those who didn’t fell silent.

Even Song Tan was quite curious: "What? You guys used sorghum?"

Sorghum grains are so small, even if they’re softened from distilling liquor, aren’t they still just tiny bits? And they’re plain grains.

Are they really worth threading onto a fishing hook?

The ways of a fisherman, truly unfathomable.

"Yep!" Loach Brother was extremely proud: "I discovered this method!"

He said shyly: "I initially was... well, let me clarify, I wasn’t just being greedy, I was just curious! You know, cautious, right?"

Song Tan nodded in understanding: "Right, you’re greedy... oh no, cautious. Cautiously curious."

Loach Brother paused, wanting to clarify, but then let it go: "Anyway, with that kind of mindset, I first tasted the rice grains."

Those rice grains were snatched up by Seventh Uncle from the mountain cafeteria, a real taste would have been surprising.

But Loach Brother indeed tasted something: "Might’ve been soaked with distiller’s grains, gave it a bit of chewiness, quite good actually. Then I tasted the corn, millet, and such..."

Hearing about corn, Song Tan couldn’t help but glance at Seventh Uncle.

Other than the homegrown corn, there was only one place at home where dried corn kernels would be used – right next to the pigsty.

Seventh Uncle was quite easygoing on this.

In conclusion, Loach Brother deduced: "Only the sorghum tasted the best! The most authentic! I couldn’t help but eat some myself—I mean, I had a sudden stroke of inspiration and threaded three grains on a hook!"

"Guess what happened?" He asked eagerly, eyes sparkling: "Have you checked my social media? Less than ten minutes, and I got a big fish!!!"

"Take a look at my social media, just look and you’ll see, all thanks to this sorghum!"

"I tested it with the guys, three grains work best, guaranteed a big fish in ten minutes!"

"Two grains are still okay, but the taste might not be as tempting, pah, tempting for fish! In any case, it takes about ten or twenty minutes to catch a fish."

"One grain is the most economical, random fish in half an hour, big and small!"

He was quite meticulous, finally adding: "Of course, we fished in a wild pond with few clever thieves, if you put it in a family fishery or rivers and such, I reckon the effect would be even greater!"

Song Tan was astonished, sizing up this young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes: thinking to herself, you really seem like one of our Lao Song’s family!

Zhang Yanping pondered for a moment, selling the sorghum from the fermented rice wine was indeed feasible, but the problem is... how many grains to sell at a time? Wouldn’t that make the price seem too high and too shabby?

He asked with perseverance, "So it’s no good at all to use it for baiting?"

Loach Brother hesitated a bit: "It works for baiting, it’s just once you bait, fish swarm around like a flood, but here’s the thing! They won’t eat regular bait!"

"Unless you cast a net—but you tell me, we are legit fishermen, what skill is there in casting a net? That’s way too boring."

After saying that, he sincerely looked at Zhang Yanping and Song Tan: "So, how is this trial? If it’s still good, the fish bait... you know, sell me a bit more, please!"

"You see, this bait is a collective effort from the brothers, it’s not just for one person..."

Before he finished his sentence, his dark face was all sincerity. In contrast with Zhang Yanping’s fierce and daunting expression, he looked like he was suffering from oppression.

Isn’t that precisely oppression? He was about to spend a big sum of money!

But Zhang Yanping thought it over and decided to first check the inventory, as Song Tan had mentioned that some were prepared for feeding the pigs during New Year’s and couldn’t be touched.

Therefore, he kindly spared the fresh Leek before him and decided to harvest it in the next cycle.

"Let’s discuss it first and then we’ll let you know when we have stock."

Loach Brother was sent off just like that.

Zhang Yanping rubbed his hands and opened the freezer to take a look—wow, there are still several hundred pounds of fermented rice wine!

"Xin Jun, what do you think would be an appropriate price?"

Song Tan now let go of pricing, barely involving herself in the matter because Zhang Yanping was far more ruthless than her...

For example, at the moment, he suggested, "How about we offer a trial package, 9 grains for 99.9 yuan?"

He even had a complete pricing formula: "Look, one grain of sorghum can catch a fish in half an hour, 9 grains can sustain a whole day of happiness and harvest—fishing, isn’t it worth spending money for happiness?"

Even Song Tan was left speechless by this pricing model.

But Xin Jun was helpless: "You can joke about being a capitalist, but you can’t really be one!"

"9 grains for 99 yuan will get you scolded, and besides, there’s no need to make that money—Song Tan, how about we order some packaging boxes, and then sell 9 grains for 39.9 yuan with free shipping, and limit the quantity each day?"

He glanced at the back end: "The store is still selling too few items; we should try to maintain monthly sales as much as possible, as this is good for store stability and fostering customer loyalty."

Implicitly, this was not about making a profit.

Song Tan thought it over: Indeed, counting the grains of sorghum one by one is really time-consuming; it’s practically just labor costs.

Zhang Yanping looked at Xin Jun and then at Song Tan. Although he admitted he was a shrewd businessman, you two are acting like "this doesn’t make money at all"...

Isn’t this more cunning than a shrewd businessman?

But Wu Lan became happy again: "Do we need people to work again? Then later I’ll talk to your grandpa, let him bring those old men and women to work."

Zhang Yanping was surprised: "Isn’t it easy to miscount the grains of sorghum with poor eyesight?"

Wu Lan gave him a glance: "What do you know? They’ve been thinking about making patterns recently and even asked Secretary Xiaozu to buy reading glasses online for them! A pair for either 29 or 39 yuan, they can afford them and are willing to spend!"

"With glasses on, this task is just a matter of meticulous work; we don’t need to rush, and it won’t be tiring for them, so why not just take it slow?"

"Indeed." Song Tan thought about it and took out a bag of divided fermented rice wine: "We just need to package a bag a day and list it once it’s ready... As for the wages..."

She looked at Wu Lan.

Wu Lan pondered: "For a bag like this, with five or six of them, let’s start with two hours calculation—20 yuan per person, including lunch. Ask them if they’re up for it?"