Maybe buy a dogs?
Dara was doing the calculations when the vegetables ripened, and of course it's too early to talk about fruits. Market wives have significantly changed its entire alignment. Now it's clear why the village so willingly bartered their products. They bastards all knew? !!! He was deceived! And he thought that he had deceived them ?!
But then curious information came that in Russia the prices of spices and dried fruits with nuts were unexpectedly high.
100 grams of dried apricots, not even natural but processed with sulfur, cost more than environmentally friendly ones! And in the capital of Small-An you could buy 1 kg for $ 7 and in Russia 100 grams cost $ 11.37. And for 50 grams of spices that in Small-An for 100 grams cost 50 cents in Russia, it cost $ 20! That is, for 100 grams the price was $ 40!
Prices were higher than in China ?! It was worth reviewing apparently part of the strategy for promoting goods. For example, to establish direct trade relations with the Russian regions, spices and dried fruits and nuts, and from them money or the import of small quantities of agricultural products - petiole celery, root parsnip, root fennel, root parsley, root celery and berries. The prices there are higher and in Small An, higher!
Although this is no longer quite farming, but it will grow everything, time has to wait and wait in a crisis, it means losing money!
Baaraz was sitting on the veranda, so far he had only information, but did not have clear representations, since in Russia he had only familiar historians and scientists. Although, he knew one Iraqi who studied in Russia and did not return to Iraq because of the war, married a Russian. Remained to live in a village in Voronezh. He began to farm. Can he find out what and how? Or he could ask a friend of the local history expert from Voronezh, his old people live in the village, maybe they can send their products in bulk. it's even cheaper. And they feel good, money in addition to retirement.
I should think?!
At that moment, Dara heard how a car drove up in the yard. Doors slammed. Voices were heard.
"Eh, I need to get dogs," flashed through Dar's head. To immediately hear their barking and be safe!
- Hey, don't panic small, we have a barrier here, none of the strangers will pass. Why do you need dogs? Do they need to be fed meat ?! And it is expensive now! The crisis is in the yard!
"Well, in a crisis it's bad for ordinary people, they're getting poorer and for crooks they just get richer just right!" remarked with a sarcasm of Dara (eh, here I would use the tesarius of the emotions of the heroes, but the time is tight, I write at 2 a.m., I want to sleep and I need to keep the pace of writing the update. author's note).
Baraz entered the house.
- Hi, young man! How do you have anything there? All is well? I've brought ShirAli, where is my money? Ahahahahaha! and he laughed.
"Money is not a problem, I'll transfer it to the second phone number," said Dara.
- Not what, come in cash! Baraz noticed immediately on business.
"Here is your money, twice as much!" said Dara.
"Stay for lunch"? he asked.
- Of course, I was driving a plot like this, I will certainly stay for lunch and dinner and breakfast. It is dangerous to drive ice on country roads there. Nobody takes the road. But in the morning it will be warmer and let's go together, we already called our relatives, they won't be worried, Baraz said.
On the threshold, meanwhile, ShirAli was stamping in his hands, he was holding a cap.
"Wah dear, peace be upon you, mercy and prosperity that froze in the doorway, Bro, we have not seen each other for a long time, come in and drink some tea," Brother Dara said.
ShirAli with a broad smile went to hug Bro, tea is good and especially with dried fruits, ShirAli said.
Baraz went to the kitchen to help Fang cook. Fang cooked perfectly noodles and vegetables on a wok, there was a virtuoso! Well, Baraz was also able to cook! After shaking in the cold, he really wanted to eat something! And where if not in the kitchen ?! You can have a snack with cheese and bread! Tea and jam! Milk and honey with butter! And then help to cook, for example, stew with narrow fruit or rice with meat and fm stash! There are many options!
"Uh, you offend, we brought here two trucks with dry fruit now, drove ours quickly, bought the remnants of barter from the bastard village crooks. We will sell it at the market price tomorrow, so eat whatever you want, cook whatever you want!" proclaimed generously Dara.
"Yes, that would be interesting," said ShirAli. Politely like that.
"Well, Bro, while Baraz and Fang are creating a work of culinary art there ..." Dara did not have time to finish, as ShirAli's eyes lit up and he wanted to rush to the kitchen.
He barely managed to catch Dara's hand.
"Hey, wait Bro, there's a conversation about your new job, you'll be the chef in your restaurant again and you'll cook from my vegetables from the farm ..." said Dara.