Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 348 Pricing

Song Ying thought about it and shook his head: "In a few days, we will sell the pancreas we made today. Except for the black color, the rest of the pancreas is no different from the ones we will make later. If we sell it at a low price, others will think it is not cost-effective if we want to sell the pancreas later at a high price.

The price is too high and it can't be sold, so you'd better not sell it. Take it back and give it to Er Ni and the others as a favor."

Luo Yanxing thought about it and felt that it made sense. "Okay, then I'll take it back and give it away! What about those spherical ones? Can I sell those?"

"I haven't had time to tell you yet, but the maids in the Shen Mansion like them very much. I sold all the ones I brought back yesterday, and I will take the rest back and sell them to them today."

"Really?" Luo Yanxing was very surprised. She couldn't stand how greasy it was after washing. She thought it would be even harder to sell. "How much did you sell it for?"

"I offered them 10 cents a piece."

Luo Yanxing was even more surprised, because the pancreas was rolled into a ball, so each one was actually not very big. For one pound of pig pancreas, there were nearly twenty spherical pancreas, which could be sold for nearly 200 Wen!

It only cost 5 cents to make a pound of pig pancreas, and the bean powder used was not much, just two or three handfuls, less than 1 cent, but I made a profit of 200 cents!

This business can be done!

Song Ying naturally saw through her thoughts and poured cold water on her, saying, "Don't be too happy too soon. The maids in Shen's house are all from the capital. They are used to the greasy feeling after washing, but the other people in Jinchuan may not like it like us.

"It doesn't matter. There are so many servants in the Shen Mansion. If each of them buys one, we can sell a lot!" Luo Yanxing was still very excited. "Hey, didn't the Shen Mansion buy any servants here after they came to our Jinchuan?"

Song Ying was stunned and thought carefully, but he couldn't figure out who was from Jinchuan. It seemed that the servants of the Shen Mansion really had followed him all the way from the capital.

She was startled, and once again realized the deep defensiveness beneath the seemingly relaxed and calm Shen family.

"How would I know?" Song Ying said vaguely, quickly changing the subject. "What do you think is a suitable price for our newly made pancreas?"

"It's sold for 30 cents in the shop. We don't have a fixed shop and no reputation. How about 15 cents?" Luo Yanxing said excitedly.

Lin Wenxuan rejected it immediately: "15 cents is too little. This is much bigger than the ball, and the effect is better."

Song Ying also said: "I told them that the price of black pancreas is 25 wen for the public, and 20 wen for them as a discount. The price of pancreas made today is this. If someone asks about it in the future, just say 25 wen. Wait for them to bargain, and set 20 wen as the reserve price. If it is lower than this price, I will not sell it."

"It's too expensive, will anyone buy it?" Luo Yanxing was very worried. If it were her, she would never spend more than 20 cents to buy a hand-washing thing. It would be better to use the money to buy rice and meat.

"Most people wouldn't buy this anyway. For those who are willing to buy it, 5 or 10 cents less is already a great deal!" After thinking for a while, Song Ying said, "Or we can make some smaller balls and sell them for only 15 cents. That way, those who originally wanted to try but thought it was too expensive might also buy it!"

Luo Yanxing's eyes lit up, "That's a good idea!"

15 cents sounds a lot cheaper than those big ones.

After some discussion, the three of them finally decided on a price. The larger round blocks were priced at 25 wen, with a base price of 20 wen; the smaller spherical ones were priced at 15 wen, with a base price of 12 wen.

When Song Ying returned home in the evening, he took all the remaining 11 dark white pancreases with him. As soon as he entered the house, the gatekeeper said, "You are finally back. Miss Chunrui is looking for you. She is loosening the soil for the flowers in the small garden. Don't forget to look for her when you pass by later."

"Sister Chunrui?" Song Ying was puzzled. "What does she want from me?"

She and Chunrui had few interactions, the most frequent of which was the night she sent her to Aunt Lian's place.

The servant shook his head. "I don't know about that, but judging from her expression, she seems quite anxious."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you."

When they arrived at the small garden, Song Ying searched while shouting. After she shouted twice, Chunrui stood up from a bunch of roses with a shovel in her hand.

"Sister Chunrui, the gatekeeper said it was you who was looking for me."

Chun Rui nodded and said unhappily, "Sister Song Ying, you are really being rude."

Song Ying became more and more confused. Why was she not kind?

"I'm usually nice to you, right? Why don't you think of me at all when you have this good thing?" Chun Rui complained.

"What's the good news?"

"Panzi, how can you only think about Chunliu and the others in the kitchen? I dig the soil and apply fertilizer every day, and I really need Panzi."

So that's how it is, news spreads so fast!

"It's my fault, please forgive me. The soap was a little oily after washing, and my friend was worried that few people would buy it, so he only made a little.

I only brought back 8 yesterday, just to give it a try, but I didn’t expect you sisters to like it, so I went to find my friend today and brought back the remaining 11.”

Chunrui's eyes lit up, "Then give me three, it's 30 cents, right?"

As he spoke, he brushed the dirt off his hands and prepared to pay.

"Oh, Sister Chunrui, this won't do. The sisters in the kitchen didn't buy any yesterday, and I agreed to bring them back today. If you buy three at once, it won't be enough for them. At most they can give you one." Song Ying's face was full of apologies.

Chunrui was not very happy.

Song Ying asked again: "I wonder if they have told you about black pancreas?"

Chunrui nodded and said quickly, "I don't want that black soap. Sister Song Ying, you don't know that I plant flowers and dig soil every day, and they already despise me for having dirt on my body. If the water for washing hands is even more dirty, who knows how those little hooves will laugh at me in private."

Song Ying didn't know about this, but it didn't matter.

She said, "It's like this. When I went to my friend to get the pancreas today, I found out that she had developed some new methods during this period of time. She improved the method of making the pancreas. Not only is the pancreas not black, but the effect is still similar to the previous black pancreas.

Sister, you buy this one first and use it. After a while, when that one is ready, you can try that one. Do you think it’s better?”

Chun Rui was a little hesitant, "They said that kind of washing is indeed clean, but not moisturizing enough."

"Oh, my sister Chunrui, we are in Jinchuan, the climate is not as dry as the capital, so the soap doesn't need to be so moisturizing." Song Ying came closer, holding a few dark white soaps, and looked like he was going to say something intimate, "To be honest with you, in my opinion, this kind of soap is too greasy and sticky on the hands.

Just try a new type, maybe it will be more suitable for you. Try it more, if it suits you, continue to use it, if it doesn’t, it’s not too late to go back to this one! ”