Chapter 72
In the East, homes usually have meals. But how many are there? You can easily find 5 immediately they lie in the kitchen, another 3-4 inside the cabinet, another five inside the boxes, they are usually kept for a wedding gift to a son or daughter.
Well, somewhere in the closet you can find two or three boxes with dishes, there will certainly be two dishes at least, these are gifts left over from a wedding, anniversary or birthday. Dishes are so-so, someone presented cheap Chinese porcelain, not one that is Beijing, not one that is of the 18th century, not one that is exported to the United States or Europe. And the one that sculpted artisans in technology parks in villages, central provinces of China. Rather, it is even faience than china. But they flooded markets near the countries lying to China.
Previously, there were more of these services, now they remained only in the bazaars. Such a service for 12 people consists of 1 dish, 12 cups, plates for them, medium plates and a teapot in a style reminiscent of an Edwardian England teapot. But the most interesting thing is that they were made so quickly that the bottom of the kettle does not have... such an interesting nuance.
People look at the bazaar, that the service seems to be good, beautiful porcelain, but a little light, the price is acceptable at 12.5 or 23 dollars, it all depends on the seller's margin. And now a wonderful gift already lies with a neighbor or colleague from work. Cheap and cheerful. What to do with a defective service? It's not convenient to give to the donor?! After all, this is the East, where traditions, respect, and connections are so valued. Therefore, give it to another?
Another poor fellow, as is done with unnecessary gifts, such as cuts of fabrics, used to be given them when there were no factory dresses or s.h.i.+rts. For sewing a dress, a fabric of 3.5 meters was needed, but sometimes a trim of 2.1 meters and sometimes even 1.8 meters were sometimes given for a wedding. But the luxurious fabric is velvet with gold, Chinese silk with embroidered silver phoenixes. But there was little use for such material. Therefore, such cuts could go from person to person for years, sometimes they returned after 6-8 years and many hands to the donor himself.
But a person who respects himself, other people, will never give a spoiled gift to others, this is not fair, this is not good for karma either. How modern parents at weddings rejoice that gift certificates from shopping centers have appeared. gift catalogs, and just gift vouchers to electronics stores, office equipment, furniture and ready-made dresses stores, including grocery. It is much easier to store and use those goods that young couples need for people themselves. And do not store any trash. And also low-quality.
Since Aunt Feruzeh, the time has come for a total shortage of cards for bread, b.u.t.ter, salt and sugar. She remembered how she was a 7th grade schoolgirl, her mother took with her to grocery stores. They gave sugar in hands of 2 kg per person. Therefore, parents bring their children with them, they stood in 5-7 hour lines to take their portion of sugar, soap or vegetable oil.
Since then, Aunt Feruzeh, as the protagonist of the story "Love for Life" by Jack London, hid any thing in the bas.e.m.e.nt, did not want to throw
And so she hid two cheap Chinese services in the bas.e.m.e.nt, although the teapots were without a bottom, but the dishes were completely nothing, beautiful and durable.
So Dara could easily find 15 dishes. And he and Baraz began to tell all the hotels that they had brought with them from the Svet Mountains. Tomorrow they were waiting for an exam, a test for potential customers and their a.s.sessment on a 10-point conditional scale of Baraz.
Dara thought that he spent too much time in the mountains, listening to curious tales and legends, if he were a scientist, he would write an article, receive a grant for this, become a senior researcher, defend a master project.
And now I would get 300 dollars a month. But he is not a scientist. I would be a treasure hunter, now I would scour the mountains in search of lost cities and treasures, maybe I would open my YouTube channel and receive money from advertisers for $ 1000 per month, plus money from sales from finds of treasures. Or maybe he was already bitten by a snake, or the locals would chase after him to take away the gold found! Or maybe he would have found the treasure of the Golden Emir or the library of the great Astronomer, scientist, ruler, great-grandson of Genghis Khan himself, lost 700 years ago! Then he would immediately have been awarded the Prince of Asturias Prize, or maybe given the n.o.bel Prize, who knows?
But no, he's a farmer, so he doesn't need this knowledge in vain to waste his time on what he likes, but will not do him any good!
He is now a farmer, he needs to think like a farmer and not waste his days, he needs to go to the field and not miss the last days for planting. Although the field is magical, it needs to work too. And do not forget to find out how sales are in the online store.? Go to the bank, find out whether it is possible to repay a loan ahead of schedule and take up 2 hectares of land? Arrange with new restaurants and cafes to market their new produce of vegetables and berries. It's all the time, it's all the money, you need to talk, leave, show.
Eh, tomorrow you need to rush to the farm early... as if reading his thoughts, Baraz interrupted Duma's thoughts...
- "Tomorrow is not necessary in a hurry, we will do everything calmly and thoroughly," Baraz noted.
"You need to hurry in a hurry, as the Romans used to say" Festina lente. "Therefore, we'll do everything thoughtfully, conduct conversations with neighbors on the topics discussed, it's good that tomorrow is Sunday, no one is in a hurry," Baraz grinned.
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Ahhhh, and I thought, tomorrow is Monday, flashed through Dara's head.
- "So you will be free, Dara, only in the evening, closer to 4-5 hours, and you will probably go to the farm on Mon in the morning, not earlier, because you need to bring gifts to your relatives, and yours and mine and our workers and drivers. and with them, these are all new contacts, new areas of sales, new customers, this is marketing research at the household level, "Baraz instructively quipped.
- "Where are you in a hurry? We need to be able to work with different people, find an approach to them, this is our Eastern method. And we will deal with the goods and their sale just in the afternoon, because on Sunday market the prices are higher!" Cunningly grinned Baraz.
Now Dara understood why Baraz was in no hurry to leave the mountains. He was waiting for Sunday, because then they will be able to sell their goods at 20-30 percent more expensive! That is, + 15 or even 22.5 thousand dollars to 75000 is very good!
Is there any sense of farming at all if you can raise that kind of money in a couple of weeks? In general, what is the point of doing science then, studying for 20 years, working in laboratories, sitting in dusty archives, freezing in the field to earn $ 300-600 a month, while they can easily earn $ 3,000 a week?!
But of course, it's not that... it's not necessary at times, and the roof is needed for constant work like this, support for a cool clan, and it's uninteresting work. Science and farming are much more interesting, at first there may be a bit of money, but then there are great prospects, and for the mind, karma, and people, science and farming will give more results.
All the same, Dara thought, I'm not a trader, but a researcher, so I'm closer to a job that brings interest and benefit to people and not just not. Maybe I'm an idealist?
"No, master, the mental spirit of Nur_010 noted, it's you who are following the path of enlightenment, you have comprehended your path of Tao, therefore you are not interested in money-grubbing!"
Here it means how, Dara thought.
- "Well, it's enough to dream, it's time to go to bed, get up early tomorrow, a lot of things, once again poisoned his dreams, Baraz."
Well, sleep, so sleep, although the two were only 10 in the evening. Unlike the mountains, where the lights were turned off at 9 pm, in the capital the lights were gory until 5 in the morning... I did not want to sleep, despite the fatigue.
But as soon as Dara put his head to the pillow, he immediately snored.
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Dara dreamed of mountains, as he and bro Fang and the Historian climb mountain valleys, run away from snakes, which turn into dragons. they see carps jumping over the gates and turning into dragons. As they find a staircase in a crevice under a rolling stone that leads them to a secret mountain valley and there... chests with old maps showing hidden treasures, ancient ma.n.u.scripts, and gold and silver coins scattered across the cave floor...
swords and s.h.i.+elds... as well as murals depicting Li-Bang, Sir Pei Ju, Dara, Deresh... and some other heroes of fairy tales and myths of the "Light" mountains.
The world of dreams... and until the morning there was still 5 hours... a new day brought new adventures and new contacts.
In a dream, Dara frowned and spoke to himself...
Here is the morning!!!