Chapter 941： Is there something wrong with your throat?

Chapter 941 Is there something wrong with your throat?

Eh?

Shu Yue was a little confused.

“Grandpa, do you think this is a good thing?”

Shuyue raised her head and asked.

Since the old man came back this time, he probably learned that Bai Lie and Nan Qingyuan were no longer here. They were greatly stimulated, and they didn't speak again. It was as if they were immersed in their own world and unwilling to The appearance of waking up.

Shuyue was also considerate of him, and would chat with him when she had time. Sometimes she would ask questions, especially like a curious baby.

The old man came to his senses and said, "Qian Pang did a good job."

A basket of sweet potato seedlings sells for 50 cents. How much does it cost?

Basically no!

The sweet potato seedlings were cultivated by the base with the help of an experienced farmer, Jian Zhong, using the base’s sweet potatoes.

The baskets were made by someone at the base. I paid a little for the craftsmanship fee, and I only paid a few cents for each basket. As for the soil, you can find it everywhere, and it costs nothing.

So, in this case, the 50 cents is really equivalent to a full profit.

Due to the special circumstances of the base, everyone can save money and they are willing to spend it.

For example, Lu Jingyi and others have a place like the Back Mountain Villa. The home has a cloister and a verandah. The place is large enough. It is common for each person to bring fifty baskets and a hundred baskets.

Some people who are not qualified to be assigned to the other courtyards here, but want their own residence in the base, are assigned to small fenced courtyards. It is easy to put thirty or fifty baskets in the corridor shed of their house.

There are also single dormitories, where the corridor entrance and balcony are all yours alone, and you can easily put away ten or twenty baskets.

There are other caves, dormitories, etc. Anyway, if you want, it is a public area. As long as you mark the basket and it does not affect other people's walking, you can put it there.

Even students who live in dormitories will buy one or two baskets, two or three baskets, or three or five baskets.

Calling it this way, how many are there?

Profits are very high.

The admiration in his eyes was not entirely because of this.

Sweet potato baskets were made in the factory during the drought last year. At that time, the sweet potato seedlings were distributed free of charge in the factory without any profit.

He appreciates it because now he can kill two birds with one stone.

It can not only reduce the ration burden on the base, but also make a lot of money.

Everyone has a bad nature, which is easy to obtain and easy for people not to cherish.

Having spent money to buy baskets of sweet potatoes, people know how to treat them well and serve them well, so as not to incur big losses on the sweet potatoes. In fact, this can achieve the purpose of self-help more than giving them away for free.

The old man has never taken money too seriously. The last one is what he pays attention to. It is good to get such a result.

Shu Yue looked at the old man for a long time. The old man didn't explain anything to Shu Yue. She was a little confused for a moment.

But after a while, Shu Yue suddenly thought of a question.

While the old man was helping to carry the water, she leaned next to Yuyu and stared at the old man who was carrying the bucket. There was something strange on his white and tender face, and his voice was a little subtle, and she asked: "Yuyu, what are you doing?" Do you think your grandpa’s silence looks so much like yours before?”

In the past, Bai Hengyu was also very kind to Shu Yue, very kind, but he couldn't speak and could only say yes.

Hmm, uh-huh, nothing more.

Bai Hengyu: “…”

Bai Hengyu is not as attentive to everyone as he is to Shu Yue. He cares about the warmth and cold, food and clothing, and whether she is happy or not.

To be precise, there is no one else but Shuyue.

At this moment, listening to Shu Yue’s words, I also remembered that something was wrong.

The old man must have something wrong with his throat.

(End of this chapter)