Niu male

Chapter 187

The things in Romon's house are always not cheap. Although the price-performance ratio is recognized by all new and old customers, it is indeed a bit of pressure for many people with average financial conditions.

This time, when the persimmon cake was put on the shelves, everyone was shocked, it only cost [-] cents!You know, a piece of loquat leaf in their family sells for one yuan!It's just unbelievable!So this afternoon Zhao Dongling was very busy, the little blue head was always dancing.

"Ding dong!"

"The persimmon cakes really only cost [-] cents each?"

"Hello yes."

"Is the purchase limit really one hundred? Is there an extra zero?"

"It's a hundred times right."

"Is it really something from Niuwangzhuang?"

"It is processed by purchasing our local persimmons, which has been stated in the details."

"Ah! Why do I always feel that I can't believe it?"

"If you're really worried, you can buy a few and try them first."

"It's better to buy more, you may not be able to buy it next time."

"This time, it is said that the supply is quite sufficient."

"Ding dong!"

"Is this really only nine cents?"

"..."

"Ding dong!"

"Ding dong ding dong!"

"..."

"You can't add a sentence in the details: 'It's really only nine cents! You're not mistaken, please rest assured to buy!' That's it." Zhao Dongling's fiancé Lin Benqiang couldn't help but said, and now they are also Crazy busy, the printer in their house never stops.

"Does it sound a little weird?" Zhao Dongling said so, and the mouse quickly opened the editing page.

"Never mind him, as long as it's easy to use." Before Lin Benqiang came to his brother-in-law's house, he didn't like it a bit. Now there are many online stores in rural areas across the country. It's nothing unusual. Now he's here. He can be considered to have tasted the power, and he seemed to be trying to get people out of trouble.

With the blind worship of Niuwangzhuang by the majority of netizens, coupled with the temptation of ultra-low prices this time, the sales of the persimmon cakes launched by Luo Meng and the others will naturally not be bad.

It's not too much to buy thirty or fifty pancakes at a time. Looking at the neat rows of 100 pancakes in the sales records, Luo Xingyou and the others are at a loss. How can they eat so many pancakes?Shouldn't it be a meal?So they thought about it and added a warm reminder to the baby's details: Eat healthy, don't overdose.

In order to make these persimmon cakes, Luo Meng also specially bought an oil press and a vacuum packaging machine.The oil press is used to extract corn oil, and frying persimmon cakes consumes a lot of cooking oil. After thinking about it, Romon didn't buy it from outside. He bought an oil press and squeezed it himself. Anyway, there are a lot of corn kernels in his warehouse By the way, the crushed tortillas can also be used to feed livestock, which is also a very good feed.

The vacuum packaging machine can not only be used to pack persimmon cakes, but also can be used to pack agricultural products such as dried sweet potatoes, pumpkins and melon seeds.

Luo Meng harvested persimmons in Buffalo Town. First, people from his town and surrounding areas approached him to sell persimmons. Gradually, people from Yongqing and even further away came to him. They all heard that he wanted local persimmons. Persimmons cost one yuan per catty, and the quantity is much more.

Soon, the county TV station also got the news, got in touch with Luo Meng and the others, saying that they wanted to do a report on his harvesting of persimmons. Luo Meng thought about it and agreed. This is a great opportunity to establish a positive image. Ah, why did he push it outside?Besides, he has been very busy collecting persimmons and selling persimmon cakes these days. When there is not enough manpower, all the adults and children in his family will join the battle, so why can't he bear a few words of praise?

This time the county TV station is going to do an exclusive interview with them, saying that Romon has found a market for the local persimmons that have been slow to sell in their county every year. After editing, make a program.

For this program, the county TV station sent a young man and a big girl. The young man was in charge of carrying the camera, and the big girl was in charge of interviewing.

These two people are very dedicated, and they went to Buffalo Town before 07 o'clock in the morning. They originally planned to go to the Big Buffalo Dairy to have breakfast first, and then start working when they opened at 30:[-]. As soon as the car arrived in Buffalo Town, it was overwhelmed by a long line of selling persimmons.

This is a good entry point!The girl and the boy immediately found a place to park the car, one person took the microphone and the other carried the camera, and they went straight to work.

"Master, what are you waiting in line for here?" The girl smiled brightly, and started interviewing an old farmer.

"Wait for someone to collect the persimmons, you know, Romeng, we'll just wait for him." The uncle was quite talkative, and he took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"Oh, how much do you sell him persimmons per catty?"

"One dollar."

"Do you think the price is right?"

"Why isn't that suitable? Isn't the price of the persimmons here?"

"Are you from Buffalo?"

"I'm from Dashi Town."

"Oh, how much does it cost to transport your load of persimmons here?"

"It's 12 yuan for a round trip."

"Then how many catties does your load of persimmons weigh?"

"More than 80 catties."

"Then after deducting the fare, there are only more than 60 yuan left."

"Hey, more than 60 yuan is not bad. I said girl, which TV station do you belong to? Will I be able to be on TV then?"

"Yes, it will be aired at 07:30 tomorrow night, just wait and watch."

"Is it true, can you still be on TV?" A few people queuing up at the side were a little excited when they heard that they could be on TV, and they all gathered around to watch the excitement, planning to grab a spot for themselves and go on TV or something .

"Master, can't your persimmons be sold in Dashi Town?" The girl brought the topic back.

"I can sell a little, but it's not easy to sell. Farmers like us can't finish their own food. Who buys persimmons? Even if they live in the town, who doesn't have many relatives in the countryside? Not many people If you buy persimmons to eat, you really go to the town to pick and choose them. From morning to noon, if you can sell twenty or thirty catties, it’s not bad.” Talking about selling persimmons, the old man shook his head again and again.

"Hey! Here we come!" At this moment, there was a commotion in front of the team.

"Is it Romon and the others?" The young man looked at his watch, it was only ten past seven.

"Let's take a look too." The girl said goodbye to the old man just now, and went to the front of the line. Not to mention, the line was really long, extending from the entrance of Luo Meng's store to the vicinity of the station. People walked along the long queue of persimmons, and soon found Romon's store.

Luo Meng's store is really busy and chaotic at the moment. As soon as their truck arrived at the place, they were surrounded by a group of grocery buyers. Boss Xiao yelled loudly for everyone to give way, and Xiao Shulin Together, they moved the vegetables to the store one by one, while Romon stood in the cart and handed them the baskets one by one.

"There are so many people, so let's make room first and don't drop the camera."

"Hey, be careful." This flow of people is really not a joke, one accidentally bumped into it and damaged the equipment, and when the time comes back to the stage, they don't care about their boss.

The two finally found a place in front of the fashion store across the street, and pointed the camera at Romon's truck again.

Here, Luo Meng and the others are also free to work. The baskets are mainly all kinds of vegetables, as well as some crabs, snails, river clams, small river shrimps, loaches, etc. These things sell more prosperously than vegetables. There are several restaurants nearby, and they have been waiting here early in the morning. As soon as Romeng and the others arrive in place, they will immediately start snatching.

However, the aunts and uncles in Buffalo Town were not to be outdone. They yelled and squeezed desperately, and refused to move when they got to the bucket. One by one, they had to pick up the good ones.

"Is their business here so good every day?" The little girl from the TV station saw people from Buffalo Town coming to watch the excitement, so she saw the opportunity and started interviewing again.

"Hey, it's like this every day. Recently, a lot of persimmon sellers have come here, and there are even more people."

"Are the roads blocked?"

"It's a matter of one or two hours, and it's time to leave before nine o'clock." The locals have long been used to it.

"Is their food really that delicious?"

"Delicious."

"Then why don't you buy it?"

"My dad goes to work on their mountain every day. He brought home the food at home last night, so he doesn't have to squeeze with them." An old man is like a treasure, since their old man went to work in Niuwangzhuang, the whole family has followed suit.

"Hey, give way to the side of the road, don't block the road." At this time, Luo Meng finished unloading the vegetables and shouted at those persimmon sellers.

"All give way to the side of the road." These people were also very cooperative, conveying the message to each other, and soon the crooked team moved to the side of the road, and the traffic jam that was originally congested was also eased.

"Brother, where are you from?" Luo Meng asked the first man selling persimmons in front of the line, wiping his hands with a towel.

"I'm from Yongqing." The dark and thin middle-aged man said.

"I'll taste one of your persimmons." Romon said as he pulled a bucket from the side.

"Taste." The other party also handed him a persimmon.

"Show me the ones below." Romon took the persimmon, but didn't eat it, and said to the man again.

"Oh." The man obeyed, moved the basket on the top of the basket, and showed Romon the persimmons below. The persimmons were not pressed. They put some under the basket, and then put a basket on the top of the basket to be stuck on the edge of the basket. And can put a lot of persimmons.

Luo Meng looked at the persimmons in his basket, picked one from the bottom, and put the one back in his hand. He broke open the persimmon he picked out, took a small bite, nodded, and casually Throw the two halves of the persimmon into the bucket next to it.

"Weigh it." Romon said.

"Hey." The man seemed relieved.

The two of them weighed the load of persimmons with the man's shoulder pole and a steelyard, and then Luo Meng took out banknotes from his pocket to pay, and asked him to help them move the load of persimmons to the truck.There were still many empty baskets and baskets on Romon's truck, and they were all moved down by the way at this time, and he picked a few for this persimmon seller, and they were regarded as the ones he used to load persimmons.

There was no change in the subsequent acquisition work. It was the same as before. Pick a persimmon and taste it first, throw the rest into the bucket, and then pay by the pound. Romon doesn’t need to load the car himself, these persimmon sellers will help him Put it on, because his work efficiency is really high. After a while, the team was shortened by half.

"Hello, you are Luo Meng, we are from the county TV station." The staff of the two TV stations also passed by at this time.

"Hey, hello, hello." Luo Meng took out the cash from his pocket neatly and handed it to the aunt opposite: "Can you move it into the car? If you can't move it, put it on the side first."

"Why can't you go up? It's only a few catties?" The aunt smiled and accepted the banknotes, and loaded the car with the burden.

"How many catties of persimmons do you have to harvest this morning?" the girl from the TV station asked right away.

"Several thousand catties." Romon sniffled and said.I was sweating a lot this early in the morning, and now that the autumn wind blows, it's really cool.

"I see you seem to have to taste every persimmon first, right?"

"That's right. Otherwise, if there is a problem with the quality, and I don't know where it is at that time, this whole batch of persimmons will not be available."

"What are we going to do with the persimmons in the bucket?"

"Take it back and feed it to the chickens." Lao Zhou replied without even thinking about it. He seldom throws away his things directly.

"Then you collect so many persimmons, can you use them up?" the girl from the TV station asked again.

"There is a market, but the processing process is laborious, and manpower is relatively scarce." Luo Meng told his own difficulties very bluntly. Recently, all kinds of farm work in Niuwangzhuang needs manpower. To do so much, the manpower is really tight.

"I heard that you took back the persimmons to make persimmon cakes?" the girl asked again.

"Yeah, I'll show you the process of making persimmon cakes after the carload of persimmons is shipped back." Since they had agreed to be interviewed, Romon was quite cooperative during the process.

Now that he said that, the two stopped asking more questions, and focused on filming his process of harvesting persimmons and the faces selling persimmons.

When the persimmons were harvested, a truck was already full as Luo Meng said, so Luo Meng drove the two TV crews to Niuwang Village.

After these persimmons were unloaded from the car, the old people in the yard were busy driving, cleaning them, peeling them, removing the cores, and putting the persimmon meat into a blender for stirring. After the pulp was fully stirred, add Add flour and mix well, then make persimmon cakes one by one, and fry them in an oil pan. After a while, the sweet fragrance of persimmon cakes wafts in the yard.

"Would you like to try one?" The old man in the yard asked the girl from the TV station. In the short time they made the cake, the girl asked this and that, and soon became familiar with the old people in the yard.

"Okay! I'll try one." The girl smiled and took the persimmon cake worn with chopsticks, and took a bite: "Wow! It's delicious! Is such a persimmon cake really only cost [-] cents?"

"Yes."

"I'll have to buy a few for my family to try."

"You have to tell Lao Zhou about this."

"Who is Lao Zhou?" The beauty reporter of the TV station, who was dazzled by the delicious food, didn't realize it for a while.

"Hey, old Zhou..." The old man consciously slipped his tongue, and at this moment he didn't know how to get the words back. This guy is from a TV station, can he say something casually?Old people who have experienced turbulent times are very sensitive to such things.

"Lao Zhou is our boss." The fat man came out when he smelled the cake.

"Boss?" The female reporter bit the cake, her expression became even more confused.

"Hey, isn't this pancake delicious? I made it." Plumply biting the hot persimmon pancake, he proudly showed off to the beauty.

"This cake..." The female reporter was about to say something when she turned her head and saw a fluffy puppy rushing in from the gate of the courtyard. It was jumping, and there was a food bowl about the size of it in its mouth.

"Ahhhhhh..." Dabao put the rice bowl on the ground, ahhhh begging for food from the pancake-making grandmother in the yard.

"This glutton, it smells as soon as it comes out of the pot." The old lady smiled and put a persimmon cake into its rice bowl.

"Ahh..." Where is its father's?

"Okay, I'll give you another one." The old grandma said and put another one in the rice bowl.

"Ahhhhhh..." And what about the uncles?

"Hou Wazi will deliver it in a short time." Recently, as soon as the persimmon cake is out of the pan, Dabao will come to perform such a performance, and the old people are used to it.

"Woo..." Give me another one!

"Dabao, what are you doing?" As soon as Luo Meng came out of Lin Chunyu's office, he saw Dabao begging for food from the old man in the yard. He had trained the big dogs and puppies on the mountain to refuse food a while ago. They went very smoothly in the Northwest. Yaya and Dabao, two foodies, had basically zero training results.

"Woof!" Dabao yelled shortly, then picked up his rice bowl and sprinted away.

"Is this your puppy?" the female reporter asked Roman.No woman can resist the temptation of this furry and chubby creature, and she is no exception.

"Yes."

"What breed?"

"Chuan'er, it's not a purebred."

"Wow! It's so cute, I really want to raise one!"

"Did you see the basin it just picked up?" Romon asked her.

"See, what's the matter?"

"I have to eat that pot for every meal, it's full, three meals a day, there can only be more and no less."

"!" The girl was dumbfounded, so can she eat it? !

They also filmed the process of making the persimmon cakes here, and when Luo Meng was about to drive out to collect the persimmons, the two of them went with them again.

"Just now about the production process of persimmon cakes, is it alright for our TV station to broadcast it?" In the car, the guy in charge of photography asked Romon.

"It doesn't matter, just broadcast it." Anyway, Romon doesn't rely on this thing to make money. If there are more people making persimmon cakes locally in the future, it will be a good thing to raise the price of persimmons. Now one piece The price of money is still a little lower. These days, rice costs three yuan a catty. What else can one buy?

"I heard from the old people there that the oil you use to make the persimmon cakes is all squeezed from your own corn?" the female reporter asked Romon.

"Yes, there just happened to be a lot of corn, which was used to extract oil."

"I also heard that the corn in your place sells for five or six yuan a catty?"

"Hey, we're just in the vegetable shop in the town. You didn't go in to look at it just now, did you? There are corn cobs inside, and they cost three yuan each." Romon said.

"One corn cob sells for three yuan?" Before coming here, they had heard about the price of Niuwangzhuang, but they still didn't know the details.

After all, although the wind in Niuwangzhuang is hot these days, it is mainly concentrated in some restaurants and restaurants and people who have contact with them through well-informed or coincidental circumstances. Still don't know much.

"A corn cob sells for three yuan, so the persimmon cakes you squeezed out and fried in corn oil only sell for [-] cents, is it worth it?" No matter how you calculate this, it's not right.

"Who knows, I haven't calculated it carefully." Luo Meng smiled: "Even if we really have to lose some corn, we can still afford it. The season of persimmons waits for no one. If we don't sell them at this time, we will lose them after a while." It’s all rotten, this thing can’t be kept, it’s a little bit more if it can be sold.”

"It's not easy for our farmers here." The guy carrying the camera also sighed.

"Yeah." The female reporter smiled and said, "Yesterday I heard that I was coming to interview you, but my grandpa told me to ask him, do you still accept persimmons?"

"Take it, how much does he have?" Romon steered the steering wheel, and drove the car to several remote villages and towns nearby.

"On the mountain in our hometown, there are a total of more than a dozen persimmon trees, all of which are decades old. They grow tall and produce delicious fruits," said the female reporter. "The persimmons here are native, and they are good to eat, but they don't look very good, and they still have pits, so there is no market."

"That's right, persimmons are not easy to preserve. Our persimmons are only that big. If they are dried into persimmon cakes, they will be even smaller. If you bite into it, there will be pits inside. If nothing else, it's not high-grade in the first place. It's not cool." Speaking of this, Luo Meng felt a little helpless, persimmons are not only in their place, even in all parts of the country, they are very common, and they are so easy to live that they are not rare.

The three of them talked all the way to a nearby village. Luo Meng got out of the car and said hello to the old man who had been waiting in the yard. The old man didn't have many persimmons at home, just a few persimmon trees. He went to Buffalo Town a few days ago When he was selling persimmons, he asked Luo Meng if he could come and pick them up. As soon as Luo Meng asked where his house was, he happened to be on the way, so he agreed.

The staff of the two county TV stations filmed the process of Luo Meng harvesting the persimmons, and interviewed the old man who sold the persimmons. The old man seemed a little shy in front of the camera, but the joy in his eyes was real.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, after running through several nearby villages and towns, Romon went back home. Recently, he made a plan for his daily purchase route. Today, he ran this route and collected all the persimmons he could harvest along the way. I won't come here tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I'll run in another direction, and I'll come back the day after tomorrow.

After eating a simple but delicious lunch at Niuwangzhuang, in the afternoon, the two reporters saw a mountain of persimmon cakes and a vigorous delivery scene.

The persimmon cakes that were made in the morning and cooled down were vacuum-packed and placed on a table made of several square tables in the yard, piled up to form a golden hill. He didn't lift his head.

The proprietress of the courier company in the town was riding back and forth on a three-wheeled motorcycle. When these courier items were delivered to their store, her man had to scan and record them. There were so many, she simply came out and started field work.

In the evening, I happily sent off the two comrades from the TV station. Even if I was as calm as Lao Zhou, I couldn't help looking forward to their program.

"Hey, Romon, I heard it's going to be on TV?" The next day, no matter whether he went to the town to sell vegetables or met a villager on the way, everyone would ask him this.

"No, remember to watch it at 07:30 tonight." This time the news must be showing a positive image, singing praises, it's all right.

After dinner that night, Luo Meng and the others stood guard in front of the TV. Old man Luo, Liu Chunlan, Luo Hongfeng, sisters Luo Meihui and Luo Meiling, boss Xiao, Aunt Ayun, and the three girls from their family were all present and gathered together. In their hut, they are eating fruit snacks and waiting to watch the news.

As soon as 07:30 arrived, the program was broadcast on time. First, the host of the TV station said a few words about the unsalable local persimmons in their area and the problem of "difficult to sell fruit", and then began to broadcast the video.

I saw the female reporter who came to Buffalo Town the day before yesterday appear on the screen and said to everyone: "Speaking of this 'difficult to sell fruit', I'm going to introduce someone to you, look—"

Then the camera cuts to the scene of Luo Meng harvesting persimmons. He walks up to a middle-aged man selling persimmons with a bucket and says, "I'll taste one of your persimmons."

Then the middle-aged man handed him a persimmon, but Romon didn't want it, so he asked him to take out the persimmon from the bottom of the basket, but the other party had to turn over a persimmon from the bottom, but Romon broke open the persimmon, took a bite and said: "No Hatched."

"Familiar." The man refused to admit it.

"Uncooked, taste it yourself." Romon said and handed back the unbitten half to him.

"It's done." The other party said again after taking a bite.

"Do you want someone to judge?" Romon asked him.

"Hey, I can't even eat it. It's not too bad. If you think it's not cooked, you can buy it and let it sit for a day before it's cooked."

"That won't work." Romon shook his head.

"Look, it's quite a long way for me to come here this time."

"Needless to say, it definitely won't work. If I take your persimmon today, how can I take other people's persimmons in the future?"

"Is it really not possible?"

"No, no, come back next time when it's fully hatched."

The next one, before the other party could wait for Romon to say anything, he wanted to give him persimmons from the bottom of the basket, but Romon waved his hand, took a taste of one from the top, and then threw the unfinished persimmons into the bucket , nodded, weigh the money.

Then the camera cut to the female reporter: "This is the one we want to introduce to you today. Everyone kindly calls him Lao Zhou. Why do you call him Lao Zhou? I don't know about TV. Have the audience friends in front of the plane guessed it now?"

"I didn't guess it, let's continue watching—"

Then the camera cut to the scene where the female reporter had a conversation with Romon, and the female reporter asked Romon, "What are we going to do with the persimmons in the bucket?"

"Take it back and feed it to the chicken." Romon replied without thinking.

"Hahahahaha..." Liu Chunlan and Aunt Ayun were overjoyed. They just wanted to laugh when they saw the part where Luo Meng tested persimmons. Thinking about this is a very serious news program, would it be a little strange to laugh? , I endured it, I didn't expect that the more I watched it, the more funny it would be!

"Those two girls and the young man looked very reliable at the time, why did they go all out?" Luo Meng felt that he was really fooled this time.