In the early morning, when it was still dark and the dawn would take at least half an hour to come, the area outside the Taohuaji military camp was already crowded with people and there were long queues.
The people queuing outside have already stretched from the gate of Taohuaji Parade Ground to the nearby Taohuazhuang Village.
The twenty or so people in the front of the line had lined up last night. Some of them wrapped themselves in quilts and slept on a sack on the ground. Those who were better off simply set up a small tent.
The people behind in the queue have been queuing since before daybreak (this is outside the city, so the curfew does not apply here), and people are still queuing from time to time.
As a result, the line became longer and longer, like a giant snake that meandered for more than a hundred meters.
A business-minded family in Taohuazhuang Village saw the business opportunity and made two large pots of scallion pancakes overnight, a total of eighty pieces. They also took out a large pot of pickled vegetable dumplings from the pickle jar, cut them into thin strips, mixed them with sesame oil and chopped green onions, and cooked a large pot of millet porridge, which was delicious.
After the couple prepared breakfast, they mobilized the whole family, young and old, moved two tables, a dozen stools, and all the bowls and chopsticks in the house, set up a stall on the roadside in the middle of the line, and started selling loudly.
Hot scallion pancakes, bright and delicious pickles, and bubbling millet porridge... ...
Although they were not delicacies from land and sea, but just ordinary farmer's food, to those who had waited in line for half the night and had been blown in the cold wind for half the night, the temptation was not just ordinary, but enormous.
The couple's business was doing exceptionally well, better than they had imagined.
"Come over here, give me two pancakes with some pickled vegetables.
Give me another bowl of hot porridge. It’s freezing cold, and a mouthful of hot porridge makes me feel alive... "
"Do you have any more fried dough cakes? Give me another one. This side dish of yours is pretty good. Do you sell it separately? If so, cut me a big bowl and take it away when I leave."
"Yuan's kid, do you have any porridge left? Bring me a bowl of thick porridge from the bottom. I'll give you two extra bowls."
People in the queue would shout to the couple who were setting up the makeshift stall. "Okay, here we go." "Here we go."
"Thank you for your appreciation, sir. I'll sell it on the small menu. Of course, I'll sell it individually. One bowl costs twenty cents."
"Erdan, hurry up and scoop some porridge for me. Use the spoon to scoop from the bottom of the pot. Scoop out the thick porridge."
The couple was so busy that they never had a moment to rest, but they couldn't hide the smiles on their faces.
From setting up the stall to selling out all the food, it didn't take long, just the time of an incense stick.
"I'm sorry, sir. We have no more cakes, no more porridge, no more side dishes, nothing at all." The couple apologized to everyone again and again.
"Oh, I'm not full yet, please make more next time..." The people in the queue were still not satisfied.
“Yes, yes…” the couple responded repeatedly when they were packing up their stall, promising with a smile that they would make more next time.
After the couple sold everything, they went home with smiles on their faces. When the family got home, the couple entered the house and locked the door.
"Hurry up and pour it out and count it." The wife urged anxiously.
"Hey, why are you in such a hurry? Give me a break." The husband laughed and picked up Qiao.
"I'm giving you face, aren't I?" His wife glared at him unhappily, then turned around and said, "I won't watch until you fall."
"Okay, okay, I'll do it." The husband gave in, quickly took the sack off his shoulders, and fell on the bed.
Ding ding dang dang, the sound of copper coins colliding is very pleasant to the ears.
His wife had already turned around, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the copper coins on the bed, unable to wait a moment to count them.
The husband was not much better, his eyes were also shining, and he sat on the bed, counting money and grinning.
"One, two, three, four... six hundred and forty-seven. I actually made six hundred and forty-seven coins in such a short time. After deducting the cost of rice, flour, oil, and firewood, I still made at least five hundred coins, which is half a tael of silver."
After counting over and over again, the wife couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise, her eyes shining with gold. She had known that she had made money, but she didn't expect to make so much. She was so surprised that she couldn't contain herself.
"I wanted to make pancakes last night, but you tried to stop me. Fortunately, I had the right idea and I persevered. Thank me."
The husband raised his head proudly.
"Okay, man, you're awesome, okay? I'll reward you well tonight." His wife looked at him with a beaming smile.
"Hehe, there's no need to reward me. Just cook me a delicious meal and let me have a bowl of wine." The husband waved his hands repeatedly.
"Of course, you can eat as much as you want, drink as much as you want, and you can work better at night if you are full." His wife gave him a sharp look, and then couldn't help but feel sorry for him, "What a pity, I found out that Zhejiang Army only sells the magic medicine once a month on the first day of each month. Because of the limited takeout, they come here to line up overnight. It would be great if Zhejiang Army sold the medicine every day."
Others in the village learned from the couple, and when they were selling breakfast, several families hurried to make pancakes, porridge and pickles. Not long after the couple closed their stall, they also came out to sell their food. Although the taste was slightly inferior, the food was just as popular, and the business was very prosperous.
While making money, the people in Taohuazhuang Village all felt that it was great to have the Zhejiang Army next to the village, and the relationship between the army and the people had deepened a lot.
Finally, the dawn came out, and the gate of the Zhejiang Army was opened in response to everyone's long-awaited calls.
"Quick, the Zhejiang Army has opened camp and started selling secret medicine."
The people waiting in line to buy medicine suddenly became excited and rushed towards the gate.
An officer of the Zhejiang Army commanded his soldiers to maintain order. He shouted to the people: "Don't be anxious, don't push, we will follow the order in which you registered. This time, our Zhejiang Army has tried our best. On the basis of the original 2,000 packages, we have added 500 packages, a total of 2,500 packages of secret medicine are available for sale. It's still the old rules. Each person is limited to buy medicine. This time we listened to your feedback last time and increased the purchase limit. Each person is limited to ten packages of secret knife-created medicine. Last time was a big opening promotion. Our Zhejiang Army spent a lot of money and gave everyone a big discount. This time we will restore the original price, 10 yuan per package. The news that the price has returned to the original price was also told to everyone last time. Of course, if you think it's too expensive, you don't have to buy it. Our Zhejiang Army has always been free to buy and sell, and we will never force buying and selling. Okay, I will start calling out the names according to the sign-in book now. Those whose names are called should come forward to buy medicine..."
No one complains that medicine is expensive, they only complain that there is not enough of it.
There was a bustling shopping scene at the gate, with people waving silver to buy medicine... ...
Zhu Ping'an watched from afar in the camp for a moment, and raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction. This scene is very familiar in modern times.
What kind of fruit powder, rice powder...
Thinking of the modern times, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but have a bad idea. When the camp was short of money, he could organize a promotional event like 618, Double Eleven, or Double Twelve, which would surely lead to huge sales.
Hunger marketing was a great success.
In just one morning, 2,500 packets of the secret knife-sore medicine, which had returned to its original price of 5 cents of silver per packet, were sold out, and the Zhejiang army made a fortune.
Liu Mu and other Zhejiang army soldiers were all impressed by Zhu Ping'an's hunger marketing strategy.